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 The Ghosts of Creuss had the small battlefleet of the resistance form up over Vega IV, joined by the Jol’nar planet warship.

 “Wait… are we going to attack the Empire?” Asked one of the captains in the fleet.

 No. The Ghosts responded. They will come to us.

 But how? Do they know where we are?”

 Of course. We told them.

 “YOU WHAT???”

 You all turned your collective heads as warp signatures were detected, and almost every last warship in the Empire turned up. The fleet was huge.

 A transmission was sent to each resistance ship. It was a Naalu transmitting.

 “Greetings, esteemed warriors. Do not fear, we are here to help you. As you can see, the Empire is great and powerful, and those who follow us prosper under our leadership. Join with us in peace, and you shall be accorded every courtesy that loyal members of the Empire are given.”

 The mind control powers mixed with the terror of the immense fleet they faced, and many officers and soldiers either broke and fled or tried to surrender.

 However, most were able to push through their fear and confusion, and their conviction kept them grounded. Each ship that hadn’t fled to the Empire powered up their weapons and prepared to fire on the huge, superior enemy fleet.

 And then, the wormholes opened.

 At first they just sat there, doing nothing. A bunch of wormholes surrounding the impending battlefield. Then, the ships came through.

 They weren’t Ghost ships, they were… something else. And each portal brought a new one through.

 The Galactic Empire, the Covenant, The UNSC, the Post Human Republic, The Scourge, the Shaltari Tribes, The Protoss, the Galactic Republic, the Galactic Federation, The Citadel forces, and countless others from alternate dimensions, all of them armed to the teeth.

 Now, it was the Empire of Scale that was outnumbered and outgunned.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> Aboard the Razorbird flagship, Penitence, the Avatar smiled. “Well played indeed. All ships prepare to fire on my command. We’re not going down without a fight.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> And so it was that the Empire of Scale engaged in space combat with the assorted forces the Ghosts of Creuss had brought to bear. Beams of light streaked from ship to ship as the vessels blasted each other to pieces.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> Meanwhile, on the Dwarven home world….

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> Eureka strolled calmly into the laboratory, where Dwarven scientists were working on a highly advanced hologram generator, trying to build something.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Alright, let’s try this.” The Dwarven scientist pressed the holographic “on” button, only for the machine to holographically explode. The scientists shook their heads. “Even sooner than the last one! Back to the boards.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> All the scientists except the head scientist returned to boards. The head scientist looked in frustration at the machine hologram.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “What’re you working on?” Eureka asked.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “This is a deuterium generator.” The scientist replied. “Hypothetically, it is the key to advancing us to the final stage of technology.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Hypothetically?”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Well, we can’t get the bloody thing to work.”

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> “Oh.” Eureka stared at the machine for a moment, before reaching out and moving a piece from one side to the other, then pressed the on button. The machine kicked into full power, with no problems.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> He patted the head scientist on the back and went back upstairs.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> Back at Vega IV…

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> The battle had lasted for days, but now it was all but won. The Empire, having inflicted quite the toll upon their enemies but taken quite a beating in return, sent out a request for ceasefire. The Ghosts accepted on behalf of everyone there, and proceeded to draw up a peace treaty with the Empire of Scale. Before this peace treaty had been signed, however, the Sargoth Queen, in all her potent anger, activated the failsafe she had in her possession. Arda, Terra, and every other capital world of every other stellar nation was blown to bits.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> Unfortunately for the good people of the Galaxy, she timed this very well. She pressed the big red button moments before the peace treaty was signed. As such, she didn’t break the treaty, she committed an act of war while still at war. But seconds later they were at peace, and the Empire had their boundaries set to two arms of the Galaxy. No retribution could be made, as that would break the treaty, and the Empire would attack once again. And next time, unless it was unprovoked, the Ghosts swore they wouldn’t aid anyone.

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"> All other-dimensioners left back to their own reality, and life more or less returned to normal. But the scars left by the second Rise of the Sargoth never truly left the Galaxy.

You may now each detail what happened to your characters after the battle and the treaty of Vega IV. Thank you all for playing, I hope you enjoyed!