"The sky above Sareece was alight with the flames of war. Beams criss-crossing across the inky black sky, charged particle and FEL alike, skewered the formerly star lit expanse. Skyscraper sized missiles launch in massive salvoes from sheer desperation and most would never reach their targets. Civilians rushed to shelters kilometers beneath the surface, sealing themselves behind armored doors and automated sentries. It is a losing fight, the Commonwealth cannot hold...

"The Tal-Andel has been foundered! Life-pods in the black!" Called the communications officer. "The Aurien is damaged, disengaging! Fleet operations is down by 22%, enemy numeric advantage is exponential! I have completely lost count! Planetary defenses are engaged and the L1-guns are under siege! Polar array stations are unresponsive... The enemy is overtaking us!"

A stoic figure, the embodiment of quiet rage and fiery fury fills the command chair of the fleets flag vessel. She utters a handful of words but they suffice to galvanize what little spirit there is to be had among the beleaguered defenders. "Spare nothing! No missile, no capacitor, fire until the barrels concave! The enemy does not reach Sareece! Like the Maspites of old we WILL hold, even if this ships hull must serve as a lance!" The communications officer grimaces, then snaps a salute of curled fists over heart and spine. "Fer Asin Da'ri!"

Linear accelerators shake the hulls, fusion beams flare like suns. The Anatheim, mightiest giant of the Commonwealth lets loose apocalyptic fire in defense of the homeworld. Breaking the enemies feeble bio-hulls, fuel lines going up in super heated matter reactions. Shields shone like sun-bathed glass as they defied incoming heat-pumped lasers and corrosive missile detonations. The Altinians held, though battered and weary from years of war they held on by tooth and augmented nail. The Line will hold, the line MUST hold just a little longer until the plan is enacted. A damning plan, but the only recourse left...

"Vimus In Aeter Se'me"

This Admiral Marra Bastin whispers, 1st Admiral Marra Bastin of the Commonwealth 1st System Defense Armada. As she gives the order that she knows might see her executed for crimes against her people... "Detonate the gate."

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The above commission was provided by the utterly amazing Kitfox_Crimson of deviantart depicting the last stand of the few remaining vessels of the Altinian Commonwealth against an overwhelming adversary, and the cliffhanger that led to their survival. A bitter pill to swallow to say the least, but a pill they swallowed so they might thrive once again.

A rather old commission I neglected to post here until recently because I am a cat and we are lazy! Stereotypes aside... ENJOY this homage to classic space opera, laser pewpews everywhere! Mwahahahahaha! As well as some insight into what I'm working on for my little pocket universe! Critique and inquiry welcomed!