Just as Joshua's clone meditated inside the Liege's Residence.
On the edge of the galaxy, a mountainous Mothership over nine thousand meters long was panickily crossing the Void between worlds nearby Fort Pioneer. It weaved out of a swirl-shaped portal, seemingly evading some terrible presence hot on its heels.
The Mothership was scorched black, dilapidated—its surface was filled with traces of cannon fire blasts. Even so, its original golden paint could be faintly discerned, a triangular flag sketched upon it…
The flag of the Sartrean army.
As if a massive spindle, the vessel had a streamline and level form. Nothing appeared to protrude, but at its tip were dozens of energy crystals flickering in green radiance.
