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The Playground of the Gods

"Entertainment, the souls of 7 billion signed off into slavery for nothing but...... Entertainment, for who your betters, your creators" for millions of millennia the gods have kidnaped entire species, entire civilizations and transplanted them into the lives of kings and queens, Earth's turn is upon you, and you will fight for their entertainment.

LiquidCallous · War
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Chapter 8

"So, do you have another fleet? or did that one run away?" The vice admiral asked the now kneeling prisoner. Because of the giant amount of enemy personnel, they were all placed on top of the sliding doors of The Orpheus.

"There is no fleet in the other Stigquit system because there was only a space station, and a mining world space superiority was deemed unnecessary; while a quarter of the invasion fleet was returned for protection".

"You spineless traitor!" Another Caesseian man kneeling in the front yelled "You preach honor and the warrior's way, yet you have such a cowardly tactic!".

"Hehe looks like one of you has a 'Cough-Cough' spine, tell me Caesseian how many people on your planets will have one? 'Cough-Cough-Cough' " A giant hulking Sanguisugion man said while towing over him from the back, with a giant grin, because of the coughing and sputtering the Caesseian recoiled in disgust.

The Caesseians were a reptile species with two webbed arms, and two sets of legs stemming off of their long back, along with their polygon head, they had looked very unnatural.

"Your majesty the last cruiser has been checked; no advanced or new technologies have been found," the white-uniformed man said while looking at his handheld device.

"Alright take them to the Vore Shipyards to be scrapped and reused where possible".

"You bastard!, blood, sweat, and tears of the Caesseians were poured into those ships!" the disrespectful Caesseian yelled while struggling in his bonds. after the hulking man came back and ripped his head and spine out, he wasn't struggling for long. "Crizabbion, you were not ordered to kill this man," Noldoz said in lecture "What? He was disrespectful" He whined.

"In a mere three days both of the Stigquit planets have been completely occupied, and at the small cost of 500 million Sigquit deaths the planet K'tus has been mostly pacified through terror, While the planet Naston had been pacified with a mere 350 million deaths " Aleister nodded in joy while reading the reports "It looks like Crizabbion although a bit crude he is extremely efficient. while Cullwarren is also as efficient at uprooting insurgency cells".

'The not-so-good thing is that to maintain such the low amounts of terrorism, and rebellions I have to maintain a large military force while flooding the whole planet with propaganda and missionaries' he thought while flipping thru the military reports on his desk 'on a more positive note the Caesseian ships are made of an alloy 90% similar to Parasteel, meaning they have at the very least one Patonuium mine, I Want It!'.

While lost in his thoughts he was jolted back into reality by a beeping noise on his desk, it was the hologram projector. Pressing the button to allow the call a familiar face had popped up.

"Director, it is nice seeing you again".

"Likewise your grace, it is a great thing to see you in such great health, even after two large battles; four battlecruisers, more than ten cruisers along with dozens of support ships with a single battlecruiser, a single cruiser, and a half dozen support ships, well not even your father as great and glorious as he was could win with those odds!".

"Hahaha, you overpraise me, it was because of this wonderful ship that we won, along with a little surprise attack" Aleister laughed "Anyway what is your purpose for calling?".

"Well your majesty as you requested, the Caesseian ships are almost done being dismantled, and due to the civilian transports' constant arrival carrying the wrecked Stigquit ships; frankly we simply don't have enough space to continue this rate of supplies flooding in".

"That's a good thing Director!, Begin production of two more Orpheus Class Carriers. assuming at least most of the Shipyard bays are as complete as previously reported, production of the Sidenvis I class Destroyer, Wimvana class Destroyer, and the Harka'leeko Class Cruiser that we had discussed a week ago should be possible, lets go with four Sidenviss', one Wimvana and 12 cruisers'' He instructed: "along with the Ascelin Class Large Transport, Atieno Class Gunship, and the fighters there should be no problems with storage".

"Of Course your grace, they will be completed in twenty days".

The almost entirely red ship was now in orbit around a gas giant, in the system bordering the Caesseian's systems meaning without fighting the one battlecruiser, one frigate, and four corvettes they couldn't invade; that's not to say that the Caesseians couldn't plot a route around the system but, with the extreme difficulty it would be to plot even a 17 light-year jump, an 84 Light year jump from their friendly system to the only Sanguisugion system visible in a straight line would be even harder for the lizards.

Considering that even with the more advanced FTL drives, that the vore had given, they couldn't plot an FTL jump with even the slightest amount of curve. The last person to attempt such a thing was never seen again, therefore nobody had tried it again in fear of also permanently disappearing.

Obviously, the red on the Orpheus was blood, with rubbing alcohol and a lack of air to oxidize the blood the ship will be permanently stained a crimson; even if the ship does lose color there would be no shortage of stupid rebels on the many planets that would eventually conquer to restain such a small ship.

In the Sanguisugion culture, a captain with a white ship is seen as lesser, because only the blood of those who the ship killed can be painted on said ship, more red is seen as a better more experienced ship commander; and because the ship that a captain gets placed on is permanent unless they get promoted, killed, or to be dishonorably discharged

Whenever a captain gets promoted their ships get repainted white so the next one can prove themselves, of course, because of the mere 80 years since their first space battles these are just what a few people have done creating a precedent for whatever any other captain does.