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Account of a survivor of an attack by Nomad Hive: Primera. World: Autermal.

The first sign of attack came in the darkening hours, when the second sun had almost set, and the first stars became visible. A thin band of strangely bright lights spanned the sky. At first, it was taken as some natural celestial phenomenon, but the new stars seemed to grow brighter faster than the darkening of the sky entirely accounted for. By the time night had entirely closed its grip on the heavens, it had become clear that the lights were becoming larger, and appeared to be fringed with a sinister, blue-violet glow.

Soon word began to spread that astronomers had confirmed the sights as objects moving directly toward us at a remarkable speed. Our modest attempts at space travel had recently been subject to several major breakthroughs, and detailed explorations had begun on neighbouring planets within our reach. Life in outer space is still yet to be found, however, and many still scorn the idea as baseless fantasy. Attempts were made to pass off the approaching objects as debris from some asteroid field or other entering our atmosphere. Such assurances rung hollow in my ears, as I suspect it did for many others who gazed into the sky that night.

Several hours had passed, during which I found myself unable to sleep. For reasons I cannot account for, those stars were deeply disturbing to me, like eyes in the heavens, watching our affairs with immense disdain. It was during one of the few times that night when I was able to tear myself away from simply gazing at the sky, and I was therefore making fruitless attempts to busy myself in my work, that I heard the first shot. It was a distant reverberation, like a great peal of thunder, but such a familiar sound would have been welcoming in comparison to that alien roar. I quickly went outside to investigate, and saw, away in the distance, a great spiral of what appeared to be glowing cloud. In several respects, it appeared similar to a storm, but after observing it for a short time, I noticed that it was spreading outwards like an explosion, sending sheets of violet fire rolling through the sky. As I was thus engaged, transfixed in awe and horror, the heavens opened a mere mile or so away, accompanied again by that low, drawn-out scream, this time so loud that I was forced to clamp my hands over my ears. A searing column of light lanced down, falling behind the skyline of the nearby city. It must have struck the ground with immeasurable force, for even at the distance from it I was standing, the tremors it caused made me stumble. Raising my eyes again to this unknown calamity, I saw something descending within and around the light. I was impossible to make out the individual shapes, but they came in a swarm, spiralling down and fanning out above the city. Vague flashes of purple began to light the sky to be gradually replaced by the orange glow of fire, accompanied by columns of smoke. This suddenly familiar sight snapped me out of my entrancement. The horrible realisation dawned on me that the city was under attack. I was later told that the invasion had struck at every major city on the planet, but the pandaemonium before me at the time was quite disturbing enough in itself. I had also just become aware of a low, distant hum that must been going on for some time. As it quickly grew in volume, I indentified it as the roar of an engine. I cast around for its source and eventually saw the fleet of large, angular ships ploughing through the skies, en route to the besieged city. The ships themselves looked for too conventional to have arrived on the planet by such a strange method as our attackers had used. A number of ships detached and flew off in different directions, and a few touched down nearby. I was slightly puzzled as to why this might be the case, when I noticed the small crowd of people in the surrounding area. Many of them must have fled the central areas of the city to the relative safety of the far outskirts, and now were beginning to gravitate towards the ships that had landed. I followed too- it seemed the only alternative to simply watching the world around me be cast into ruin.

The pilots of the ships had disembarked, and one was calling the crowd into some sort of order. Something about a certain number of people per ship; my mind was in disarray, I couldn’t concentrate on exactly what he was saying. My attention strayed to one of the other pilots, who was talking, or more accurately, shouting into some sort of handheld radio. It didn’t sound like good news.
I took another glance at the city, violent flashes of light were lancing through the air above it, and I fancied I could hear the occasional explosion. I knew then that our rescuers intended to retreat, taking as many survivors with them as possible. Whatever it was that was threatening our planet, it couldn’t be stopped. Our world was lost.
Many of those who had fled from the city had wild tales of strange demons walking the streets; there was much mention of glowing eyes and talons. Regardless of how much truth there really was to those stories, one thing is clear to me: they saw us as a potential threat and we were immediately erased without a second’s thought- these creatures are an extremely potent threat to anything within their reach.

Additional note: This was one attack in a long chain stretching across some hundred or so systems. The Nomads of the Primera hive, otherwise known as the Eclipse- bearing the mutagenic infection of the Hel, are once again on the move, intent on eradicating all other life they come across. Assuming they maintain their course, their target is the Sirius sector, no doubt with the plan to succeed where they once failed.

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