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The ended hero: Betrayal in Wild Space
Republic armada retreats after naval battle - Countless dead
Photo, Courtesy of Republic High Command
And so it happened
I sit in my cabin, aboard the Empress Teta. Words are barely finding their way through the maze my thoughts and images of the past few days have constructed. My fingers are heavy, my eyelids are swollen, yet my mind races and scurries into its darkened corners like a wounded womp rat. I have seen death before. In most of my life as a journalist, I have been in combat, covering the stories of simple men and women fighting for a cause, fighting for each other. I have seen untold things, but I never thought I’d witness this.
I found myself being shoved into an escape pod by a Marine, with three others. The hatch closed. We could see the outside as we launched. Trails of blaster fire fanning from the Imperial Dreadnought who had promised to help, now treacherously, like long knives of allies turned sodomite traitors plunged deep into the heart of the RSS Gav Daragon, who like a fabled dragon of old, took each strike in agony, but kept holding, kept bearing the pain until as many of its children as possible could escape. After a few moments, with the dragon wounded, its allies arrived. Yet it was too late. The Eternal Fleet, our newest, powerful adversary was also already in the system. The Imperial Dreadnought began retreating, as the CSG tried to grab as many survivors as it could. One of those escape pods was mine...As we were being led into the hangar, I looked outside, at the still raging battle.
And then I saw it. The Gav afire. Pods were still launching. Fighters were still fighting. People were still hoping. Until the explosions. Until silence. Until no more escape pods launched, until the husk of the broken legend, of the warrior who fought in more wars than anyone alive stay still among the cold, unforgiving stars.
Stars, to which the Republic armada retreated to.