Boethiah
Dark Messiah
Where had the Primeval gone? The galaxy wondered.
Their sound defeat of the Dominion in the Chiloon Rift left many wondering what the Primeval would do next. Then nothing happened. Silence ensued. Boethiah vanished into the Unknown Regions of the galaxy, and now she returned without warning. Her destination?
Junction...
A Cathedral-class ship broke atmosphere, covering Junction City below in its shadows. People in the city looked up with terror in their hearts, their eyes bulging with shock. By now most of Wild Space and the nearer Outer Rim territories knew of this ship, for it had raised many worlds before and no one knew whether or not it planned to do the same on Junction.
The hulking battleship passed over the city, the hum of its engines deafening all below. It took several minutes for the ship to pass over completely, and it began to descend several kilometers away.
People fled into homes and shelters, and the City's defense forces mustered their arms and sprinted to defensive positions. They would not attack unless the Primeval did first, of course. They knew the chances of survival were slim-to-none. They hoped for the best, but prepared for the worst.
Their sound defeat of the Dominion in the Chiloon Rift left many wondering what the Primeval would do next. Then nothing happened. Silence ensued. Boethiah vanished into the Unknown Regions of the galaxy, and now she returned without warning. Her destination?
Junction...
A Cathedral-class ship broke atmosphere, covering Junction City below in its shadows. People in the city looked up with terror in their hearts, their eyes bulging with shock. By now most of Wild Space and the nearer Outer Rim territories knew of this ship, for it had raised many worlds before and no one knew whether or not it planned to do the same on Junction.
The hulking battleship passed over the city, the hum of its engines deafening all below. It took several minutes for the ship to pass over completely, and it began to descend several kilometers away.
People fled into homes and shelters, and the City's defense forces mustered their arms and sprinted to defensive positions. They would not attack unless the Primeval did first, of course. They knew the chances of survival were slim-to-none. They hoped for the best, but prepared for the worst.