Myth Breaker
A spiderweb of scaffolding surrounded a planet scarred full of canyons and geometric craters. None of it was natural; this was the product of millennia of stripmining, used to fuel the massive shipyards that orbited Foerost. Among them was a drydock, housing one of the galaxy's largest warships: Tyranny.
Aboard the great dreadnought...
"They can't have gone far."
"With the damage they took? I'm surprised they limped out at all."
Tyrant Squadron continued the hunt for the remnants of the Mythic Fleet. They knew the enemy vanished somewhere to the galactic north. However, with the Tyranny under repair, they were forced to fan out, scouting system-by-system to confirm readouts gathered by long-range sensor buoys.
"I would be looking for a place to rebuild if I were them."
Ceria Kesyk walked onto the bridge. The little finger on her right hand was bound to a splint, and there was a stitch holding together the gash in her lip.
"Send a scouting flotilla to this area." She tapped the holographic readout.
Bilbringi. A major shipyard. Perhaps the only major shipyard that way, without going as far as Chiss space. The Lieutenant was right, by Kesyk's account. The enemy would need time to rebuild, to replenish their losses at Abregado-rae. That made it the obvious answer; the asteroids around Bilbringi made it an excellent redoubt, too. They were natural obstacles, sensor buffers, ambush spots. It was an excellent position by her assessment.
Kesyk could send a small detachment to the deep space region just outside of the system. A low-risk position to monitor from. Perhaps it wouldn't give them an in-depth analysis, but a rough idea was good enough. For now.
Of course, all that would have to wait...
A Dark Presence fell over the bridge-under-repair. It was why Kesyk knew to look over her shoulder before the door slid open, and her frame darkened the doorway. She turned her body fully and fell to one knee, arm draped over. Head low.
"My Lord Empress."
