Mid Sector 101 — The Southern Strip of the Cosmic Hammer Starfield
"We must hold this position at any cost!!"
Inside a massive chamber cluttered with neglected maps and filled with officers seated before enormous communication devices, a huge man rose to his feet and roared with all his might, his voice shaking the dust on the old charts around him. His skin was a deep brown covered with irregular crimson patches, and from his skull emerged three sharp, distinctive spikes—resembling biological sensory tools crafted by evolution itself to grant heightened perception and instinct.
That man now stared intensely at what lay far beyond his vast command room—beyond even the colossal defensive walls surrounding his gargantuan city—with eyes blazing with fury and lips trembling uncontrollably, as though he were forcing himself not to break down under the weight of what he was witnessing.
