Burning deep into the icy core of the world with super-heated plasma lances, we tore out source ambrosia by the tonne. A single gram can power a sprawl-world for a year, or jump a single battleship across the stars, or charge the supply for a single hegemony AI network for a week.
But we know where we are digging and it is no ordinary exoplanet. The source of all ambrosia in the universe is still guarded by the frozen bodies of the betrayers who stole it from heaven.
We thaw out the Fallen. The lesser of the former angels are closer to the surface, while the greater betrayers are deeper down. Each one has the power to carve a path through our battlegroups and each time one awakens we take losses. But they are getting stronger as we go deeper.
Our need is dire. Humanity is an insatiable beast, one that has cast its nets too far across the galaxy and now must stuff the gulf between with raw power. So we must keep going. Unveiling horrors beyond comprehension that grow worse with each passing day.
And at the heart of it all, the great brayer and his legion lie waiting.
Paddy Dobson
13th February 2023