Stirring the Den into a Frenzy!!

Posted on Sun Oct 26th, 2025 @ 4:59pm by Conglomerate (Reece)

Mission: Season 6: Episode 6: Conglomerate
Location: Galatonian Home Fleet, roughly 6 light-years from Elysium
Timeline: MD 1 / 2354 hours
548 words - 1.1 OF Standard Post Measure

The Queen was asleep in her private chambers, her consort curled up against her, after they had spent the night breeding, when her intercom buzzed.

Snarling slightly, she reached over and pressed the controls to connect the channel. "This had better be important," she growled dangerously.

On the other end of the line, was her senior aide, Gra-Toga. The older female had been the Queen's closest confederate since the say she was born. There were few Galatonians that could evade the Queen's anger more than her. "My Queen," she replied respectfully. "We have just recieved a message from Alpha Gar'Ruf, stating that his pack had found and engaged a large, powerful prey that he had never seen before. There were two prey vessels, actually, both of vastly different construction and vattle tactics. The report goes on to say that the packs entire compliment of hounds was sent over to the first prey vessel, only to have them utterly wiped out shortly after boarding." Gra-Toga paused, then let our a painful breath. "The message ends with a request for immediate reinforcements, as the three scout ships were quickly destroyed, then...Gar'Ruf's own ship was destroyed. The beacon that sent the information claimed that none of your soldiers survived the attack."

As soon as the other female finished speaking, the Queen bolted upright in her bed, waking her consort up in the process. "ALERT THE FLEET! She howled in rage. "I want all ship Alphas ready for my hunting briefing in one hour!" She slammed her paw down on the controls, her razor-sharp claws gouging the surface. She thrn got up and started to put on her battle armor. As she did so, her consort, the General of her entire army, radio'ed his subordinate commanders to get themselves ready for an audience with their Queen.

An hour later, in the massive throne room on the Hone Fleet flagship, the Queen was standing up on her throne dias, growling orders to her Alphas. "These two prey ships are new to our region of space. They have already destroyed three scouts hips, a destroyer and an entire hunting pack compliment of hounds! I want them! I want the technology that they possess! Gather your ships, we move out in three hours! We will run these prey down! We will catch them, and we will feast on their flesh!!!"

The group of twenty Alphas all roared in agreement with their Queen. She was the anointed one, born on the prophesied cycle of the three moons of their old home world. Whatever she said, was followed to the exacting letter that it was said. Each one of them would kill for her without question. If ordered to, they would sacrifice their lives for her as well, without question.

Three hours later, the flotilla of twenty ships, all that remained of the once great Galatonian Empire, got underway. As they started to enter subspace, the Queen was informed that it would take them a little over two days to reach the last known location of the lost hunting party.

The Queen sat back in her throne, snarling angrily. "Get us there without delay," she growled.

In a few moments, the entire flotilla had entered subspace. All set on their target.

The hunt....was on.

~Tbc~