“Sometimes, the worst punishment of all is merely surviving to meet those whom had abandoned you.” – Name Unknown, Entry from computers aboard Terra Domina (Human ship found during exploration of galaxies surrounding the Sol System).


From the ashes we had risen. Burnt and scarred, we now carried those whom could no longer walk. Humanity had been all but defeated. Left behind by our “saviors”, we fought the Demons. Our inspiration was one person. A person whom had abandoned their own race in the hopes of saving ours. This person was the Angel whom we had fought to save in return for his efforts to save us. The Demons have been defeated. Forced from our world by the might and will of humans. Now we shall rebuild, explore, and seek out our own vengeance upon those whom had sought to annihilate us. We would bring justice to a universe whose only constant was death. Humanity had risen again, and we would not waste this chance to set right all which had been done.

Years have passed since the final days and eventual retaking of Earth. Humans have moved back into space. The Halo now glows with the blinding brightness of a thousand suns. It is the remnants of an ancient energy transmission network established by the Angels. With the help of our Angel, we have harnessed the power it receives, and catapulted ourselves back to our place in the system. Space faring ships are produced in a matter of weeks. War ships now patrol the spaces in and around our home. We shall not be caught off guard again.

It is one of these war ships which I now command. The H.R. Terra Domina or Humanity Reborn Terra Domina. The second largest ship in the current fleet and one of only three Titan class ships, she is outfitted with Neutron Blasters and Anti-Matter Rail guns. A crew of seven-hundred humans inhabits this ship alone. She can house many more, but for now all that are needed in this small amount. Thanks to the designs imparted to us by the Angel, we have made many ships like her, both larger and smaller. Each ship is capable of being controlled by a single person should the need arise.

Sitting aboard the bridge, I watch silently as the salvage crews from the newly commissioned salvage fleet begin cleaning up our solar system. Debris from ships lost recently and in the past to the Demon invasion. Our own, the Angels and Demons all litter the system. It is from these scraps that we have begun building more and more ships. The metals reprocessed, systems which survived in space recovered and restored, data archives being decrypted and used to better our information. We were unprepared for the destruction which the Demons had wrought upon us. The debris fields of the system attest to that. More of our ships than any others litter the world around us. But we did not fall without a fight. For every six of our ships salvaged and recovered, we find one or two of theirs.

This is nearly the end of my shift overseeing the safety of the salvage crews. My ship lays waiting for the next ship to arrive and relieve us of our watch. As we prepare to get under way, a comm. signal comes through from one of the watch posts in the system. A large energy spike is occurring in the area within which we’re salvaging. The operator reports that it has the same properties as that of an Angel ship. Strange that they would have returned now as having forsaken us so long ago. The salvage ships are ordered to return back to the outpost while we investigate. Two more ships are dispatched to assist us, the Aries and the Falcon, both assault cruisers with slightly thicker than average hulls and outfitted with energy weapons arrays. As we approach the point in space where the spike occurred, we find what appear to be the remnants of an Angel battleship. Its hull torn asunder, a portion of the starboard side is missing entirely with arcs of light traversing the gaps between decks.

We assume she’s a dead ship until we receive a weak transmission. As it comes up on our displays, it is the visage of an Angel Commander. She appears weak and disoriented. The inside of the ship that we can see in the feed matches to the outside. Damage everywhere, destruction and loss. She speaks only a few words to us; “They are coming… We failed… P-p-ple-ase help… save Heaven.” The screen goes blank, and the arcs along the hull begin to weaken and diminish. She’s lost power, and is now adrift in front of us. Our ship launches a rescue crew to see whom we can save. My security team and I take a pod directly to the bridge section in hopes of recovering the commander.