"So... well... I died as it seems? Then I woke up as a character from an online science fiction game... And the craziest thing was that I was in my personal spaceship... Aside from that, I have this weird gaming system bugging me with missions and stuff... So... finally, something interesting happened in my life at last. At least now, I am unbound by anything and can do as I wish." - Acturus Al-Yesod Crawford "In the grim darkness of the endless space, there is only one sole constant that has ruled the space since immemorial, that dictated the life and death, the order and chaos of every single living being. Power. This is the story of one of the most controversial people in the history of the Known Universe, Arcturus Al-Yesod Crawford, the Star Mercenary, Bounty Hunter, Trader and many other titles..." - Prologue Chronicles of the Known Universe: Chapter Star Citizen, Star Date: Unknown *** Tags: Aliens, Androids, Army, Army Building, Automatons, Assassins, Artificial Intelligence, Cosmic Wars, Fleet Battles, Futuristic Setting, Male Protagonist, Mercenaries, Monsters, Outer Space, Nobles, Late Romance, Slow Romance, Money Grubber, Supernatural Powers, Psychic Powers, System, Game Elements, Strategic Battles, Strong to Stronger, Transported into a Game World, Wars, Evolution, Genetic Modifications, Industrialization, Military, Politics, Poor to Rich, Strength-Based Social Hierarchy, Time Skip
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Arcturus tightened his grip on the railing, his eyes fixed on the chaotic battle unfolding before him. The space outside the command deck of the Obscurus was a maelstrom of energy blasts, explosions, and the wreckage of Starships.
The Imperial Defense Fleet was indeed fighting with everything they got, as their aim was very clear right from the start. Destroy as many of the Orkish vessels as they were exiting the Hyperspace and getting into formation, or if it could even be called that.
The Orkish fleet poured out of Hyperspace in seemingly endless waves, each more haphazardly constructed than the last, yet each a testament to the sheer, brutal will of the Greenskins.