Trailers
01-04-2006, 02:47
It had been thirty six Terran years since the Trailarii disappeared through their powerful gates, travelling deep into the void of distant and mysterious galaxies, towing massive celestial colonies behind in a chain of uncountable vessels. Thirty six years, and not a single fluxuation from those scarlet constructs of iron and stone.
The Milky Way was oblivious to the parting of that elder race, and equally oblivious to what happened to the once peace-loving Trailarii once they crossed into the darkness of uncharted space and nameless worlds.
They were about to be made painfully aware.
The centers of the nine Trailarii fargates suddenly caught aglow without warning. Complex systems that had been silent for three and a half decades rebooted, analyzing the sudden stream of information that had been fed in from the other side. Codes were verified and telemetry sorted out in a matter of miliseconds, and then the gates truly activated. Blinding crimson light poured from the titanic gates, enough electromagnetic energy spilling from the gates to light up the sensors of anything within the systems those gates were based in. Post-activation, the gates stood for a short while, doing little more than crackle with excess energy as the still semi-dormant systems completed all proper calibrations needed for safe jumps.
That was when the Trailarii made their return. Interceptors without number poured from the gates, descending on the planets the Trailarii had once owned and had left to younger races thirty years ago. The swarm let fly the products of Traileric war technology, turning the newly founded cities to wastelands in but a single pass. The primitive peoples of those civilization stood no longer than nine minutes against the greatest assault in Traileric history. As the worlds burned, the Trailarii assembled before their homes of old, beholding the genocide in silence. The Trailarii had always been a peaceful people, working to stop such an atrocity as this. Yet now they burned millions of innocents in firestorms that hungrily gnawed away at the atmosphere. What could possibly ellicit such a change in such short time? One must travel beyond those gates to know.
The Milky Way was oblivious to the parting of that elder race, and equally oblivious to what happened to the once peace-loving Trailarii once they crossed into the darkness of uncharted space and nameless worlds.
They were about to be made painfully aware.
The centers of the nine Trailarii fargates suddenly caught aglow without warning. Complex systems that had been silent for three and a half decades rebooted, analyzing the sudden stream of information that had been fed in from the other side. Codes were verified and telemetry sorted out in a matter of miliseconds, and then the gates truly activated. Blinding crimson light poured from the titanic gates, enough electromagnetic energy spilling from the gates to light up the sensors of anything within the systems those gates were based in. Post-activation, the gates stood for a short while, doing little more than crackle with excess energy as the still semi-dormant systems completed all proper calibrations needed for safe jumps.
That was when the Trailarii made their return. Interceptors without number poured from the gates, descending on the planets the Trailarii had once owned and had left to younger races thirty years ago. The swarm let fly the products of Traileric war technology, turning the newly founded cities to wastelands in but a single pass. The primitive peoples of those civilization stood no longer than nine minutes against the greatest assault in Traileric history. As the worlds burned, the Trailarii assembled before their homes of old, beholding the genocide in silence. The Trailarii had always been a peaceful people, working to stop such an atrocity as this. Yet now they burned millions of innocents in firestorms that hungrily gnawed away at the atmosphere. What could possibly ellicit such a change in such short time? One must travel beyond those gates to know.