External Light
It was of some size existing there above the planet's surface. A sphere of completely dark texture. Overwhelming with its presence the latter trees growing all around it. Before they were vaporised in an instant. A bright flash and then emptiness.
The fire soon spread. Consuming all. So much so that the planet was reverse terraformed into nothingness.
This avid reversal was a product of a mind that did not wish to have the vision of the so-called bringers of wealth infest the absence of space with their greed.
The ships of craven mind were there too. Staring at it all.
The death was that which they bathed in as if it were nothing more than a gift of god. And not in fact that the delivery towards eternity.
Because in the end the vastness of space informed them with its incandescence. Its intelligence.
All presence was chaos. And chaos by extension was an ugly manifestation of human imperfection. And they in their delusion seek to have peace by investigation alien manifestation within our own reality.
They called themselves the Illuminate... This precise large arm that arrived here called themselves the Quate 12. Their ships golden and yellow. Not like those of Midline doctrine such as Conquests or Wayfarers. But of completely alien design.
Isolated from the rest of the Domain, only whispered as things... Singular homogenous objects.
The Alternate.
Alternate was a name for many things.
Anything that was other than the Domain was part of the Alternate.
How many members of the Alternate were out there is unknown. After all, their security was guaranteed by absence of knowledge about them.
And thus the Alternate was as blank in public perception as Andromeda.
Completely irrelevant to any sane conversation on the nature of our lives.
But they were out there. Presumably.
Until they are now here. Visibly.
Two-hundred-eighty-eighty ships arrived from the main worlds of this isolated after the Collapse sector. They launched missiles, ballistic projectiles. Conquests, Onslaughts, Legions, Eagles, Falcons. Some elite representatives of the might Battlegroups that still occupy this place many years later. Augmented with whatever technology was locally constructed to provide security for billions of people living here.
Half of this fleet was destroyed. But they have succeeded.
The orb which burned the surface of the planet lied cracked open on a rapidly spinning elipsoid moon.
Members of this group spoke little to those who arrived to prevent their further influence.
They knew contact wasn't really an important factor in furthering the vision of that which will arrive soon. Soonish.
The light. As opposed to the darkness.
Not a product of the Abyss but of that beyond somewhere out there.
Them. Or simply a hallucination of a mind left to its own.
Something always dreaming to create a world above.
Godhood. To evade... Mediocrity.
