Kali sat in a holo communication with one of the Ennead. It was none other than the goddess Bastet. The two of them were watching the ongoing conflicts which the Germanic Star-Empire was fighting against the various remaining insectoid races across the galaxy.
The less technologically advanced bugs folded in a matter of weeks, while those whose defenses were at a higher level continued to fight on. Resistance was clearly futile as the Germanic Star-Empire never seemed to run out of troops or supplies as they squashed bugs beneath their boots.
Kali was drinking a glass of Asuran Palm-Wine as she commented on this very thing.
"At this point, why bother fighting? The Empire is clearly fighting with only a fraction of their current strength, and already they are annihilating every single bug they come across. Would it not be better for these disgusting bugs to simply submit to their fate and get it over with rather than resisting?
