She told me of an intergalactic menace that lays waste to living worlds, reducing them to ash. The warning is embedded in their poetry and songs. It is a world on the outer rim of the galaxy, but I laughed when I first heard it. They were overdue, normally approaching that region of space every ten thousand years, and that the Yami would never have fallen to the Empire if they had not had to fight them.
There was something in her eyes. After all we had done, she still saw us as the lesser evil. It was something I hadn’t come across before.
I decided to be cautious. On the very outer rim of the Empire, there were no worlds close by to come to our aid. Spy ships were sent out into deep space to give warning of any approaching vessels. Plans for extra fortifications were put in place, as well as the creation of elite units.
Years passed, and nothing. Then, we lost communication with one, but not before a final message. A fleet of intergalactic ships of unknown design was heading in our direction. We didn’t have much time, only six months to make our final preparations.
To be continued..
