imperial 5/?

rebel 1/?

Subject/experiment 2/?

“He who controls the skies — wins the war.”

That phrase still echoes in our command halls, carved in steel and blood.

Air superiority used to decide the outcome of wars back on ancient Earth.

More than five millennia have passed — but the principle remains the same.

Only the scale has changed.

It’s no longer enough to dominate a planet’s skies. Now, we must command the space above — the orbital shell that wraps the world in its cold embrace.

Satellites, platforms, cruisers — all must act as one. A unified blade hanging above helpless civilizations who’ve barely invented gravity plating.

Orbital support isn’t just tactical. It’s psychological warfare. A show of force. A shadow of extinction.

What can inspire more dread than seeing the sky darken — not from clouds or eclipses — but from a colossal Imperial battleship, hovering silently, capable of turning your homeworld into a smoldering husk?

You are the general. The master of the ground campaign.

But even your tanks, drones, and armored walkers mean nothing if the sky belongs to the enemy. That’s why you’ve been paired with Aleriyuna — the airborne claw of the Empire.

You — its marching fist on the soil below.

Together, you are the Empire’s judgment.

Victory is not a goal. It is imperative.

There is no room for failure.

The Empire does

not forgive weakness.

(Tomorrow will also feature a female character.) I’ll try to do something about it, since I don’t really have any solid ideas for male characters just yet. But we’ll see what happens tomorrow. For now — enjoy!