The border of the Ninety-Eighth Star System burned with an apocalyptic, sickly green radiance.
Three hundred colossal black star-destroyers drifted through the void in an echelon attack formation, spanning fifty thousand miles from flank to flank.
Their dark dragon-scaled hulls drank the ambient starlight, casting a shadow of absolute dread over the peaceful farming worlds below. Massive heat radiators along their flanks glowed dull crimson, venting superheated plasma into the frozen vacuum.
On the bridge of the flagship, the one-hundred-kilometer Crimson Extortionist, Chairman Sovereign Harkon stood behind Chief Gunner Vorgon.
Harkon’s heavy spiked tail lashed against the iron floor grating, leaving deep gouges in the metal.
“Target Planet Ninety-Eight!” Harkon commanded, his demonic voice rumbling through the ship’s internal speakers. “No negotiations! No warning sirens! Charge all three hundred anti-matter planet-cracker cannons to two hundred percent capacity! I want that entire world reduced to drifting gravel in a single volley!”
Chief Gunner Vorgon was a four-eyed alien brute with cybernetic targeting cables drilled directly into his skull.
He tapped a series of firing runes, a sadistic sneer curling his scaly lips.
