Entry the 22nd - Nature of Treachary

As the great leviathans slowly awoke from slumber, their legions breathing away the stale thoughts of ancient sleep, they turned to kagh't, his eyes deep in concentration surveying the distance.

'You say this is but a small strength of men and arms, how is it that you lost the war?'
"Those in charge of my people did not have the strength or the resolve to do all that is, was, necessary to prevail" he said, watching the upper tiers intently far above their heads
'And what would that have been?'
Kagh't pondered for a second, and a grin spread slyly, he turned and looked Ruarn in the eyes "Me"


This peice is something that i have been considering for awhile, Kagh't did not consider the government fit for leadership so planned to replace them with himself so that he could do what he felt necessary. I figured this would provide an interesting powerplay in his mind, of someone who is not entirely true to an ideal of being a morally perfect induvidual. He knows this, and seeing what devestation was wrought by his weapons without his guidance decides that he was right all along, which counterposes his consience of knowing his motives were not entirely pure to begin with. Ruarn and the admiral then have to work with this induvidual who is hellbent on vengence and possibly not entirely trustworth as they have no other choice. Whilst they will get along, there is always a doubt in all minds about who is really doing the right thing.

The admiral is on a vengence quest, kagh't is going increasing more insane in his crusade and ruarn is not the man he once was and is starting to realise that he cannot keep things as controlled as he would like.

About the admirals 'death': Maybe the admiral does not die, he instead touches the divine (brought to them as he intends to kill himself), which causes him to go ever so slightly nutcase. He is captured by the enemy, and is tortured so badly that he loses the difference between real life and the huge amounts of stuff floating around in his head. It is when Ruarn rescues him (in a copy of when the Admiral rescued Ruarn after his stint with ASAT) that he is brought back to our particular plane of existence and the world begins to clarify (both literally and figuratively). This then leads to the admiral knowing the way to the milky way is through the wormhole, all the time acting in almost a religious fervour, constantly talking (contrary to his previous personality, dark and stoic) and trying to make sense of the things going on in his head.

This could be a neat way to integrate more of the religious iconitry that is present in the tolkienite universe that seems to be filtering out somewhat as the story progresses away from LOTR in space towards a full blown space opera.

For kagh'ts ability to be revived after so long, i had a thought about him being dragged into a stasis chamber by soldiers within the bunker after he became mortally wounded (later to be fixed by the victory) and thus awaiting rescue. This then brings in problems about the heroic last stand with all weapons blazing that was in the very first concept peice. I guess he would have to set the initiation sequence before hand, get hurt and be dragged into the pod. However whilst i lose the last stand, i can gain a bit of anguish when he learns that his men sacrificed themselves (when the weapon initiated) to save him. Of course leading on from this is that if the weapon removes the ability of space to support life, then how can he survive in stasis? It is a difficult question as i cannot explain it by changes to the soul as it would then negate how the enemy are killed when they have no soul.

This peice: He stood at the door, looking down the corridor, stretching forever onwards before his feet. One step he took, the walls rippled and came to calm. Another step and they shivered and retreated from him. Each step caused them to murmur and shake. Their words he saw in the space between space before him, curling and twisting like a knife edge rainbow, into ever more maddeningly convoluted yet effortlessly beautiful forms.
As he turned the walls span away into the distance, leaving him in a vast hall then screamed back as if carried upon the wings of a silver owl. A vast wave in his world came towards him and washed over, turning his vision from ship to stone, vast corridors of hewn rock. Another wave began a steaming jungle, slipping through his palms like the stars through the night sky.
Reverberations of utter stillness punctuated the ever changing experience of his heart. Not since the divine had he known such utter confused enlightenment, where everything around him shuddered and craved his touch and thoughts as if it was their last drink upon a barren desert.

i found on the MS file i keep. I know where the inspiration came from, but i am unsure about where i intended to place it within the story line. It seems a peice for the admiral in a fit of 'madness' (fitting well with a strand of the divine being present), and there are images in my own mind about a surrounding scene, but where to place them is harder.


On a cooler note, i had a great idea about deep space artillery. Essentially massive *something* cannons, they orbit a gas giant and fire into slipspace vortices so that the shells emerge from slip and impact into the bad guys from nowhere. This was to be employed at the wormhole battle and could involve a kick ass scene of these massive lumbering hulks coming to life and firing off huge volleys which could be tracked through the slip and emerge only to impact the enemy fleet, followed by the waves of imperial ships in the attack.

I think that maybe a political intrigue storyline will have to be dropped, i believe that the plot can be diverged enough with the discovery of the milky way and kagh't to provide enough difference in story to maintain attention.

As yet another music related point, i heard the original mix of andy hunters go, which is much more intense and less soperific than the mix i normally listen to. As such the old mix (relative to my ears) would still play at the moment that ytaria colony is attacked, with the admirals associated descent into madness, but later on the newer mix would play and accompany a more upbeat action sequence yet to be determined.

Entry the 21st - RE: Thoughts

Its been a long time since i last posted!

Several things have come together since then:

Captain Ruarn was formerly a memeber of an elite commando squad known as the Admiralty Special Command Teams. In the begining of the Imperia admirals were often sent out into deep space for years on end without any form of contact, so crews and ships would swear loyalty to them, and then the admirals would swear loyalty to the ruling monarch, as a way of establishing exactly who was in control.

Every so often an admiral would go rogue, taking his fleet and getting up to no good. The Admiralty put together a selection of teams who would have the training to find the rogues, go aboard the ships and take control (with force if required). Once on the bridge they had special codes that they could use to commander the ship. The teams were kept a secret from the public and anyone below flag officer level, so not to make the admiralty seem so keen to keep their crews under pain of 'replacment'.

It was quickly realised that because these teams had such an intimate knowledge of imperial tactics to overcome defences to retake ships, that they could become very effective special forces units. They were subsequently equiped with the absoloute brand new un-tested weaponry and supplies (which they had the honour of field testing) and sent off to fight.

Joining the teams was a difficult task, often potential members were selected years before they joined, and the ASCT's would wait until a battle situation emerged where they could be taken. Often this occured when the rest of the potential members unit was wiped out. It was not unheard of for them to 'arrange' this fate to gain access to particularly promising recruits.

Once inside the unit, they were free to leave at any time, but this was very difficult. They would allow themselves to be captured on a mission, and a tip would be given to normal military units of their whereabouts. It was then up to those units to rescue them, which is where many leavers died before this could be accomplished successfully.

Should the rescue be successful the former member would have appeared to have been in captivity for all his serving life (often years), and as this was not unheard of to occur, he would be lauded as a hero of the people, rewarded lavishly and could spend his retirment in abject luxury, with enough money to fit every one of his beck and calls. Should he escape alive.

Captain Ruarn joined this unit as a leutenant, and was rescued by the Admiral when he was a commander. Instead of retirment ruarn chose to stay on, and both were given any posting they desired. This is how they came to work together, with the captain promoted to admiral, and the leutenant to captain. Serving together on one previous ship, they were given control of the Victory project from the early stages, and turned it from a deep space assault cruiser to a heavily gunned dreadnought, and took command therein.


Captain Ruarn therefore has a particularly up to date knowledge of the workings of the imperia thanks to old contacts, and meets his old team members when they go to capture the admiral from his imprisonment, which brings me onto the next bit.

The admiral is captured from the victory after his visit to the halls and mados and back, then taken off to be interrogated. His weakened state that comes from putting up a hell of a fight after returning to life allows this.

Ruarn traces his trail to a world populated by the organised crime network of the imperia. An agreement exists between then and the Empress, they will keep their business out of the public eye, and she will not send her armies against them (which would be very time consuming, expensive and cause alot of upheaval, but effective).

He finds several people on this planet and takes them back, finding out that they have been involved in a wide reaching conspiracy to depose the empress. They don't know they are being manipulated by the enemy in doing so. Ruarn gets the information he wants out of them (in a scene where he sets junior officers who have had their families killed in enemy attacks lose on them with free range to get any and all info), then glasses the planet. This involves firing the main batteries with primary and secondary intercoolers disengaged, which causes the tertiary intercoolers to overheat, dumping their energy into the bolt as it passes, which upon hitting the planet ignites the atmosphere and causes a chain reaction which melts its crust, turning it to glass.
This process was found during a battle where a sister ship suffered damage, her intercoolers failed and a wayward shot hit an enemy planet that was being fought above, totally destroying it.


Once he has the location, he jumps, finds the enemy fleet, then iniates the code zero zero one zero communication, which causes the rest of the imperial fleets and armies to initiate jumps to his position.

When the fleets arive, they engage in battle whilst the ASCT's rescue the admiral. During this they hack into the bridge systems and find the location of a wormhole which takes them to the milkyway, thus bringing about the oppertunity to discover the truth about the nature of the imperia, and find kaght and his weapon stores.

Entry the 20th - Law and Punishment

The Triarch looked at the accused, who sat chained and bound to the seat, unmoved. It was impossible to tell what either was thinking.

Shuffling papers, the faint murmur in the court fell silent as the Triarch cleared his throat. He was old, and looked like he had seen maybe one too many cases as he stood to deliver his verdict.

When he began to speak, it was clear that though the body may be tired, the spirit had lost none of its vigour. His lip curled, the anger and contempt in his move was not even given an attempt to disguise.

'I have seen many things in my years, evil deeds, and things unspeakable, but you are by far the worst...'

Looking the accused up and down, who still remained lifeless, he put down his papers.

'You have been tried by a court of the Empresses Grand Imperia. A verdict of guilty has been reached for the crimes committed by your person. For causing suffering of an entity, Violation of a citizen of the imperia...' He almost spat the words, the collective fury of everyone in the room building inside him '...the unlawful killing of a citizen of the Imperia, and most heinously, the use of another moral citizen of the Imperia for your own malice devices'

The guilty sat unmoved, the judge continued on.

'For these crimes are liable to be locked on a prison asteroid, where you should be executed after 5 years of solitary confinement, and your body left until the end of eternity....However' The word sat like a ball of fire in the air, none expected it, and the dread and enticement that it purveyed drew all eyes.

'For the deeds you have committed, I feel that no punishment that can be offered is great enough, so the sentence of incarceration and death is denied. Instead you will be taken to the Amon where you shall be left to the mercy of the four'

At this the guilty sprang up, fear and hatred erupting from him as he pulled against his binds, screaming and shouting. A blow to the back of the head with the weapon of the guard saw him crumple to the floor.


This text relates to a trial of a criminal in the Imperial legal system, that i feel just helps to give a bit of backround both into the imperia, and the four riders and their 'normal' role within imperial society and justice. The first writing of the text gives it as a video being watched by the captain and the admiral, which i thought of the full name of the captain, Ayzden Ruarn. However, i don't think i will keep it this way, maybe giving the conversation to some junior officers instead.

Entry the 19th - Attack on the homeworld

Dozens of jump windows opened in orbit of Terras, a great red cloud expanding within the heavens. Out poured a fleet of enemy ships, heavily armed battle cruisers with weapons firing. Their energy bolts tore through the atmosphere, impacting on the surface, unleashing firestorms of gigantic proportions on the surface. A green continent disappeared under black smoke and ruinous pyres.

Within a second the shield had been raised automatically by the planetary defence grid and the rest of the incoming weapons fire impacted harmlessly upon its golden green hue.

As if from the depths of the netherworlds millions of black scarabs de-cloaked and began swarming the enemy ships. Like swarms of enraged bees, or a pack of wild dogs then attacked, impacting upon the shields in great flashes of light, rocking them heavily.

Below the defence grid initiated its engagement procedures. Vast bunkers opened with groans, inside the heavy orbital weapon batteries were lifted upwards and locked into place.

Each one was a vast cannon, over a hundred meters long, silver and blue. The most powerful non-gravity weapon in the imperia, they could punch holes through planets and tear apart moons. Refined dark matter was wrapped inside a protective energy cocoon and then fired into orbit.

A shining black ball screeched from the barrel, trailing a deep purple tail. They passed right through the planetary shield as if it did not exist. Waves of bolts climbed from the planet and impacted into the fleet.

First hit was a command ship; its belly was torn out, momentarily revealing a gaping hole before it exploded. The projectile that hit it kept going through another ship, taking off right engine pod, sending it spinning down into the shield and its destruction. Two more ships suffered the same fate before the protective cocoon of energy expired and the bolt exploded in a blazing glory.

All around the enemy was torn apart, thousands of bolts emanated from the defences, the swarm of drones latched onto hulls and engaged null-energy fields, preventing any jump to slip-space.

Scarcely less than a minute after the bombardment began the battle was over. The enemy fleet, the remains that were left, sat drifting in space, the larger hunks being dragged down to the shield by drones. As Terras’ moon appeared from the far side of the planet it began its own bombardment with energy weaponry, vaporising the carnage.

The defences had held, but the delay in their activation, even just those two seconds, had cost tens of millions of lives.

Entry the 18th - Medical ships in orbit

In orbit of the planet the fleet was slowly growing in size. 3 battle groups, 2 sector support fleets and a Grand Fleet Admiral all slowly circled, weapon ports opened and shields raised, in a defensive pattern.
Dozens of small landing ships were in constant motion between the ships and the surface, ferrying survivors and troops back and forth. Around the impact zones armies gathered, fortifying every place, searching amongst the rubble for anyone fortunate enough, from the troop’s point of view, to be alive.
Next to a ship berth a temporary hospital was being hastily constructed, ships surgeons and medical staff swarming around, desperately trying to implement a triage system.
Hovering above a scout ship served as an emergency command post, its shadow cast long across the desolation below. On board the crew attempted to relay and order the rescue operations, staging communications between the fleet and the ground forces.

Far out from the fleet a massive jump exit portal formed, seemingly giving way to nothing. Slowly ships began to de-cloak, a massive armoured hospital ship, a huge red cross brazened across its mid-quarter, flanked by a 6 strong destroyer screen. The Imperial medical core always travelled heavily protected, although the ships were heavily shielded from attack, they carried very little armament, and relied on their cloaking devices to remain hidden. Any enemy ships would be engaged by the destroyer screen whilst the medical ship made the jump to safety.
The people of the Imperia thought of the war wounded as honoured citizens, the military viewed them as resources that needed to be put back into action as soon as possible. Medical care was high on the minds of everyone. The rare occasions where medical ships were ambushed and destroyed always brought the wrath of the army down upon the enemy, so they dared not do it often.
Some within the navy considered cloaking devices would be highly valuable on military ships rather than with the medical core. Although tests into its instillation on the Starbright class frigates had proved successful, doctrine always gave that it would only serve to increase the impetuous of the enemy to find ways to counteract it.
Whispers and rumours around the mess table said that there was a secret class of battleship equipped with cloaks that operated behind enemy lines, the space faring equivalent of the four, appearing and disappearing, leaving behind a bloodied trail. Others said the cloak was so unstable that it caused entire ships to disappear into subspace; wilder speculation said that the entire 47th fleet is residing in a fold of space due to a malfunction.

The destroyer screen joined the rest of the fleet and the medical cruiser deployed its own landing craft, which glided silently down through the remains of the atmosphere to set down medical staff. Aboard the cruiser transporters began beaming those stable enough into its sickbays for treatment.

Two large battleships took up positions above the cruiser, pitching slightly to the sides to expose the full banks of weaponry against any potential foe. Fighters swarmed like hornets between them.



This scene is set above a planet that has been attacked by the enemy. The intial idea was that this planet would be one of the first to be attacked at the start of the war, hence the huge military presence that is afforded to it. The medical ship/fleet is my social commentary on the appalling treatment of wounded british troops by the government. I want to show in my writings how the sick and injured should be treated by a more 'enlightened' society.

Entry the 17th - Fury of the letharian unleased inside a base

Standing there in the corridor as the two sides fought valiantly for control of the access conduit, he felt parts of him stir again from deep within. Trying desperately to retain control of the emerging violence, he suddenly felt an extreme heat seeping through his chest.
He had been shot.
The wound buried through him, but he should have died on impact. Instead standing there, weapons fire zinging all around him, he was still alive. He hurt badly, pain searing his sense, but still, he was alive, this shouldn’t be.
The energy from his body crept out of him, slowly draining away. The thoughts in his mind once so clear, faded into a grey nothingness. Reaching out his arms to steady the fall to earth and in his death his hands caught on something.
His chest rose as air rushed into him, his mouth gaping wide and eyes forced open. He stood with his back arched and his arms stretched out behind him, his fingers curled as if a vast current was flowing through his muscles. They twitched slightly, but kept him standing.
The life force that was leaving him now raced back into his body. As his soul began to rise inside him again, the point at which he had been came and went, more energy kept poured through his arms. Looking down he saw that he had not grasped something in his fall, but had reached out into the air and grasped the atoms themselves.
Realisation of what he had done instantly transformed him, the Letharians hatred within forced itself to the surface, but he had control over its behaviour. Such power should not have been afforded to a man he thought, but he would show why he was no longer just a man.
Bowing his head, he reached out into the walls around him, feeling the nature of their substance. Grasping out with his fingers his jaw clenched shut and his became a map of exertion and concentration as he began to manipulate the fabric of matter itself.
Groans and screeches came from the walls as they took up the strain of what was being asked of them. Waves that would be at home on a great ocean tore through the joints, bowing and contorting with such strain.
His head twitched, his mind flared and the walls tore from the bunker. Suspended in mid air stood the armour-clad stone, that which would take the fires of a reactor breach with only the slightest flinch.
He moved his fingers and reached into the molecules with his thoughts. Like a crystal vision they stood before him, the atoms, the bonds, everything that made up what he had grasped with his mind laid out before him. In a fraction of a second he knew what he could do, what he must do, and searched for the key.
Time slowed around him, the plasma fire that soared past his ears became a slow crawl of light. The materials he controlled became to distort, warping and energising. He concentrated harder and reached into the living energy, commanding it to do his will. The metals and stones disappeared, every atom tearing apart at the subatomic level, all the matter reverting to its base form of energy. Two great plumes of fire raged under his control, like homage’s to the gods of old, they roared in their attempts of escape his grasp. He commanded them, and they turned to a deathly black, still raging, sick with fear. The wretched flames sucked in light around them, becoming great maws in his hand.
The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, only for a merest moment. Had someone been able to see it, they may have called it a grin, but such things were beyond his care right then.
He clasped his fingers into balls and the columns of death surged into the minute spaces between them and were extinguished.
What remained in place could never in all the tongues of man, the gods, the great enemy or the Letharian Empire be described. Great disturbances of space and time, storms in the fabric of existence raged around his hands. Demons of the netherworlds vying for flight, to be free of his control sucked in every part of the living energy they could find.
The corridor disintegrated around him, every particle fell apart, the laws of physics became a thing of ancient mockery and light spiralled into its heart.
Deep red light shone from his closed eyes, and his neck contracted pulling his head up, his eyelids parting to allow the piercing anger of his mind to find what it wanted.
One step, two steps, he pulled the energy distortions with him as he walked towards the enemy.
They fired frantically, shot after shot, desperately trying to halt the advance of this creature, this thing of evil, but to no avail. Every bolt of plasma fed the growing fury at the tips of his fingers, feeding its power.
He opened his mouth and let a roar escape. It felt so natural to do so, like all his life had been building up to this moment. What reached into the fibre of the enemy was not his roar, but an abomination of noise. They fell to the ground howling in pain, hands clutching their ears as the bunker reverberated with hatred and anger.
Stopping his advance, the troops behind him cowered behind the pillars, the warmth of the souls sapped, their breath forming clouds of mist in front of their mouths. They did not know what to do, nothing in their many years, their many battles, their many horrors, could have prepared them but in the slightest way.
The greatest armouries of the Imperia made no such weapons as this, not even the stories of the old or the scrolls of the gods made mentioned to such things. For some they wished that they had never signed on to help the cause, others wanted the knowledge to master such power, and some prayed to Arherus that he might take them into his arms and rid them of this demon.
All their eyes were drawn to the disturbances emanating from his hands. The ones who had been hit felt their life leach from their wounds to join it, others tried not to breath, the heat being sucked from their lungs.

In the next instant it could never be undone, the fury at his beck was unleashed, it howled in anger and sprang forth, drenching that unto which it had been directed in thick black death. The enemy was sucked into themselves, space folded, fires sprang and quenched in a thousand screams, upon the highest peak in an ancient land, the lord of the gods felt the agony of those that ceased to be, whoever they swore allegiance to. The time to summon his armies was nigh, if the beast that commanded this power was allowed to develop, he may slip beyond even his control, and the battle for the re-making of the world would be lost before it even began.


This particular scene is inside an enemy base (though i am contemplating changing it to a starship) and shows the almost full extent of the powers that the admiral develops as a result of the maiar elements within emerging during his own particular fit of rage. This is really a big moment, it shows the enemy they have made a mistake in trying to break him, and pushes the admiral finally over the edge into his own abyss of anger and hatred. From this point i believe he will completly lose it, with this section set in our galaxy. It is only after he is stopped by Kaght, who himself is a far more powerful letharian, that he will return to 'normal'. I believe i will also have him suffer a mental breakdown at this point, to see how much further i can delve into his mind and force him to hold onto life until his purpose is done. Someone who has that much power cannot weild it as a mortal without consiquences, that and i fancy being sadistic for a bit.

Entry the 16th - RE: various things

long time no write, been up to a few things, lots of new ideas which i need to write about.

Firstly i think i have managed to pull together three seperate scenes into one story line. As i have written before, i have two scenes, one based around the four horsemen, and the second based around the admiral destorying a planet with the main batteries.

Along with a third scene, yet to be written, in which there is an attempt on the empresses life (along with a kick ass bit with cloaked personal guards and mech-suit mounted chain guns), i think i shall intertwine these into an idea of a criminal underworld that is being engineered by the enemy. I think this will play as an interesting counter point to the seemingly paradise type style of the homeworld especially, and the general aura of the imperia as a good place to be (kept that way to the public by a strong military and iron judicial fist).

I also believe that it will be a good oppertunity to be able to flex out the patriotism present in the members of the imperia towards the empress, further exagurating the counterpoint.


Following on from this is another idea i had for a second novel. Whereas Imperia (the name of the novel as is, that you are reading) is based around the journey of the admiral and the armed forces, the second novel may be based at the same time frame, but on the homeworld and other areas. Although on a brief thought, it could be interesting to be able to do a bit of exploration into the civilian side. However, have to write imperia before i can get working on that though.


I am also further refining the idea of a staff member at the imperial navy acadamy. Based upon the character of boothby from star trek, he would have taken every single member of the navy in living histroy in a basic class in their first year. The theory would be that, unbeknownst to his pupils, he was telepathic so able to know what is going on in all the students heads and help them. Because of this ability though, he would be viewed as a bit of a pain in the ass, grumpy, e.t.c. Some good comedy potential in there, having every rank, the admiral down to the lowest crewman, put into the same shoes when he is around, and him not really caring either. He would be a good character in the idea of the scholars too, being a sort of mediator between them, the naval command, the empresses court and the new recruits.

To be telepathic he would have to be part elven, though there is scope in the geneology of middle earth for this to occur. He would also be old, having taken every person (more comedy potential too).


Other thoughts coming into my mind are in relation to the admirals own mind. I think it would be good of him to be disguising his pain at his loss with his anger, keeping it constantly just below the surface so that whenever he started to feel depressed, the anger would well to force it away. Definatly some wonderful oppertunity to be able to play around with someone who is going insane. At the end of the story he would have worn his anger through, leaving only his pain, which would be the moment where he takes his own life on the planet where his wife died (the tune i am thinking of the scene to is called 'i wish for a place' by lisa loeb, if anyone is interested).

The hullucinations he has are also of some recent interest. One is where he is unable to sleep one night and is catapulted back into his 'genetic memory' and shown the various military events that his forbears have been involved with, plus some scenes of the final battle. In tradition with some of my own complete out of body hullicinations, they are set in a completly blue colour, sort of a black and white type deal, except with, well, blue.

This blue theme will also continue further into other parts, where he momentarily loses control for an instant and his surroundings flick blue, then back again. I should be able to write this ok, it may take some work. The idea is better translatable into screen though, much like the entire novel in general.


Two more thoughts also spring to mind. The first is that instead of dogs being the main creature of choice for guard and military animals, why not cats? So instead of a guard dog, something akin to a guard panther instead. Just a random idea that floated to the surface, but i figure why not, something to play around with. Bit of counter culture. The second is pretty nifty. Before the admiral is catapulted into 'our' galaxy from his, he amasses the fleet around a wormhole the enemy is using.

The fleet muster is using an emergancy code, broadcast instantanously throughout the galaxy by putting every single bit of power into the transmitter and putting the carrier deep into subspace. Upon receiving, every ship and planet goes to red alert. The ships are given a muster to assemble at the admirals location. 2/3 of the navy immediatly jumps away, and the other makes preparations to do so. They are meant to wait for the empresses authorisation to do so, but just ignore that particular part and do it anyway out of loyalty and the desire to end the war. The imperial army ships wait for the authorisation, except one battle group commanded by a general walker, who is a good friend of the admirals. He jumps immediatly. The empress does give the go ahead and the entire imperial space force arrives (thats tens of thousands of capital ships) at this wormhole, where the enemy fleet is also massing. They have a somewhat large battle, during which the wormhole is attempted to be destroyed. However, the admiral is pulled into it whilst doing so, landing him in our galaxy, where he meets with the remenants of the 9th fleet, and they find kagh't and the destruction of our own civilisation long ago, along with the big space guns. pretty sweet idea if i can iron out a few kinks and cliches.


Beyond that, i have a few more bits and bobs floating around in my head, i need to get typing again, put them down into prose. I definatly have made some headway into the actual physical storyline, which is good. Hopefully once the prose goes down, more ideas should pop up.