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March 29, 128797
Jamtren System (Eraātran capitol)
Holloi
It had been 238 years since Makātoāranās death, and every one of them had been a downward slide for the Vākitānoāsat despite the fact that there was a long trail of dead Zakādeāron across the galaxy marking their āsuccessesā in the war. If one was to measure by destruction, then the Vākitānoāsat had been winningā¦but the Hadarak did not wait for them to finish. More and more systems were being chewed up in their expanding purge and now even the bordering Vākitānoāsat systems were taking sporadic hits. Some had held, some had fallen, but nobody truly cared when the entire empire was in decay.
Makātoāran had held them together by many means, but first most was by purpose. Now with him passing that purpose was gone and all the Vākitānoāsat had left was vengeance, but vengeance wasnāt enough. Most of the planets in both warring empires had not changed hands, but their fleets had sought out each other and engaged the heaviest of targets early, leaving the Vākitānoāsat with less than 20% of their original strength now, and who knew how much the Zakādeāron had left, but it wasnāt much.
Marioātopa was a Zenāzat assigned to Jamtren, the most secure Eraātran system within the galaxy. He had not been involved in any of the fighting, but had been watching events through the Urrtren as they filtered back across the galaxy. Oddly enough the Zakādeāron had not taken it down, for perhaps it served them better by instilling despair in the millions of Vākitānoāsat worlds that had not yet been touched to see what had become of the others.
And Marioātopa felt despair. He felt it deeply, as did most others. If they survived this war the Hadarak would kill whoever was left. The mighty war machine the Vākitānoāsat had devoted millennia building up was now mostly spent, leaving more planetary defenses than warships and forcing the galactic map to stall its changes as the requirements to take new territory were overwhelming the mobile assets of either side.
It was a war of attrition and cunning now, and the Vākitānoāsat were outmatched, he thought. Makātoāranās war plans had worked brilliantly, striking at the heart of the Zakādeāron worlds and bypassing their servants. The information gathering operation prior to that had been massive, and Marioātopa had seen much of it as one of Makātoāranās personal Zenāzat. Heād known the Zakādeāron would sacrifice their servants to no end, so the dragons had to be targeted directly and immediately, but to do that they had to know where they were and Makātoāran seemed to have a sense of where to look. An extensive hit list had been composed, and when the targets were delivered to the fleet for the first preemptive attack, the Zakādeāron had been caught completely off guard.
Their worlds burned, and so many of their race died it was thought that the war was going to be over far quicker than even Makātoāran had predicted in the best of outcomes, but the Zakādeāron servants did not waiver, either because their leadership had not been completely destroyed or because of the discipline instilled in them. Regardless, the backlash had been just as bad for the Vākitānoāsat as key systems were targeted and annihilated in orbital bombardment with the Zakādeāron rarely taking possession of them afterward.
Jamtren had not been targeted, but the Hjarāat capitol of Mavro had been the first hit and obliterated over the course of 2 years of fighting. The Zakādeāron had spent so many resources doing it that Marioātopa could not believe their tenacity. Either they had far more ships hidden away in the galaxy than the Vākitānoāsat thought, or they valued that system for reasons beyond what the Vākitānoāsat understood.
The Hjarāat had always been the most militant of the Vākitānoāsat races, and when their leadership had been decapitated first off in the war it had a chilling effect on all the others. When the Zakādeāron were finished with Mavro, there was nothing left to retake. Every world, every outpost in that system had been torched and ground into rubble. Not even the planetary defense stations had been spared. The Zakādeāron had completely erased all technology from the system, leaving only ash and crater as testament to what had previously been a system of 903 billion Hjarāat and Zenzat.
After the initial purge of most of the Zakādeāron population, things got worse and worse for the Vākitānoāsat, but it looked like they would be able to win the eventual war of attrition. As fleets were destroyed more ships were being made to replace them and the Vākitānoāsat had far more factories and population than the Zakādeāronās servants had, so it seemed the trend would snowball in their favor. It might have too, but that hard fought victory was denied to them when Itaru came under unexpected attack 189 years into the war.
Not a single Zakādeāron ship was there, or even close to the capitol system. A great deal of its defense fleet had been pulled away for offensive operations, leaving the most heavily fortified system to rely on its static defenses that no-one in their right minds would attempt to take. It had seemed a worthwhile gamble with little downside, for the Zakādeāron didnāt have enough ships to take it anymore, and the reinforcements flowing out from Itaru into the warfront were claiming many worlds while saving several of their own. But the cunning of the Zakādeāron was not to be underestimated, and when the bulk of Itaruās defense fleets were away fighting the war, the war found its way to Itaru in another form.
The independent Osoālon and Jāgar had struck the system together, using most of their galactic fleets for the invasion and losing nearly all of their ships to do so, but after 13 years of grinding war the last of the moons in the systemā¦Solenāaicā¦finally fell. It was not obliterated the way the Zakādeāron
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