The Enemy came, but we couldn't stop them. We all fought, our allies and us, but we broke and died. For years we fought, but all our worlds fell- Throne World, the Eridani Concourse, Korchka, Old Earth; nothing would stop them. Once proud Empires were laid low and annihilated. It was the end of us.
One last convoy, led by one last heavy cruiser carrying one last flag, the Ominous, gathered what they could and tried to flee. They hoped the Enemy wouldn't chase them, but they chased and ambushed and still the Enemy killed, far from home and with nowhere to go.
One last battle, one last jump, and the Ominous was free, but left drifting and derelict in space, her keels broken and life support hemorrhaging. Most of her skeleton crew had died in the that fight, and those few that survived soon perished from their wounds, or their own suicides. Now there are only two left, a desperate junior officer and a frightened civilian passenger. They still have their lives, but what left do they have to live for? belongingtonobody.tumblr.com