An Empire is Born

in Calm Before the Storm

Location: Villedéclair, Capital of the Banquarde Monarchy, Beta Hydrae Prime
In-Story Timestamp: Summer’s Harvest 1933

The missiles struck against the plumes of chaff and flares above the city of Villedeclair. The explosions created loud bangs over the heads of frightened citizens. the loud bangs were followed by an equal roar as vessels cut through the cloud cover into the sights of the anti-fightercraft gun batteries. The sky was alight with flashing light discharges as the batteries laid down a wide area coverage of discharges aimed at cutting apart both the hull and flesh from existence. As some of the crafts flew straight into the path, their precious cargo broke apart in a flashing blaze. The remnants breaking up in fireballs onto the historic city walls of the city.

Whilst the anti-fightercraft guns were working to take down as many fighter bombers as they could. The last remaining fighter-interceptors were engaged in dog fights over the city limits. They were outnumbered and forced to play a defensive game over the city they had called home for the entire existence. The crafts flew above and below the compact roads of the city which had been witness the rise of the great Banquarde dynasty. The local pilots were attempting to lure as many of the enemy into the tighter corners of the streets that had been shaped to follow the snow-covered mountains that had dictated the emplacement of Villedeclair.

As more fightercrafts exploded, the once beautiful city was increasingly dominated by the smoke of burning buildings the fires which were left uncontrolled. A new round of missiles could be seen overhead coming from the sky as more chaff and flares was strewn above to fool the missiles to explode thereby protecting the citizens. Whilst many of the missiles broke up as designed, others continued down on their killer path striking down high-rise buildings that had previously been the beacons of economic strength.

The ground shook from the onslaught, taking down with them buildings whose foundations had been weakened by the heat of fire or the concussive force of bombs and missiles raining overhead. As parts of the city’s formerly impenetrable walls fell, the assault order was given, as column after column of hover-tanks headed towards the walls. Behind them, artillery guns which had remained silent whilst the battle for air superiority raged overhead now entered the fray of battle.

The powerful laser shells struck the wall, the concussive shock creating a shockwave that ripped through the hardened shelling of the anti-tank turrets mounted on the city’s walls. Men were thrown out, and plunged to their deaths some 30 meters below. The turrets which remained unscathed unleashed an unforgiving hail of laser turrets which spread dust, dirt, metal and torn limbs on the formerly fertile suburbs of the city. The tanks ignored their fallen comrades as they too took turns firing their powerful laser turrets, striking against the hardened metal sheets installed to reflect and spread the force. But this only delayed the inevitable.

“Your Majesty, it is not safe here,” The calm voice of the Banquarde’s sovereign most trusted council Count Montjul glanced out the large crystalline windows,”You should be in the bunker.”

“And cower for fear as we meet our makers?” Asha Banquarde shook her head, as she continued to watch her city burn ablaze, powerless to stop,”I think not.”

The artillery having successfully breached the walls of the city, its attention and that of the fighterbombers in the sky switched their attention to other targets in the city. Some of the missiles struck the security compounds of the palace, the force of the shockwave causing the ground to shake and the crystal glass to shatter. Asha and the Count were thrown across the room, their pale faces scratched by crystalline shards.

“Curse thät damn Rosebourg dynasty!” Asha screamed, her body’s pain receptors going into overload.

“We must leave, your Majesty!”

Two soldiers adorning the emblems of the Banquarde dynasty rushed into the hall to make sure that their protege was alright. Asha pushed them away, screaming that she was fine when she clearly was not. The soldiers ignored their sovereign and helped her to her feet.

“Your Majesty, the Rosebourgs have breached the city walls. There is street-to-street fighting but we are losing the battle.The will be upon us soon.”

“We musn’t allow you to get captured, the resistance -”

Asha interrupted her councilman,”I will not run away like some destitute. It is here that we make our stand.”

“But they will kill you!”

“Get my family to safety,” Asha painfully made her way to the gaping hope on the side of the palace where once stood the massive 10m tall windows, “I make my stand here.”

Montjul knew well enough when his protege had made her mind up, “Get the royal family out through the secret passageways. Send word to the Resistance!”


Away from the battlefield, in one of the mobile command bunkers, King Tétu of Rosebourg glanced over the digital map as it was updated with the latest intelligence provided by the drones flying alongside the soldiers engaged in street warfare. The hovertank had breached the city walls and were slowly advancing towards the last of the Banquarde palaces whilst the legion combed the side streets and took out the remaining pockets of resistance. The artillery shelling continued relentlessly bringing down block after block of the city and turning it into rubble.


“They were foolish to have stood against me on this quest to unite all our peoples, “ Tétu remarked, “Soon she too will bow down at my feet as it was foretold by the Quadaz.”


“Yes, your majesty, “One of the Generals nodded, “The city will fall very soon indeed.”


“General, we have secured Quadrant 6, we can move forward.”


“Proceed.”


The command center’s grappling hooks released their hold on the ground as the massive hovercraft lifted and advanced forwards along with the reserve troops. As the Rosebourgs front-line advanced further into the city, all of the forces moved along with it to ensure that no section were caught by surprise by a flanking move from their enemies. The risk was low, the last surviving troops of what was once one of the most powerful dynasties of the planet had been pushed back to this the canyon city of Villedeclair and were outnumbered by overwhelming odds. All were lucid enough to know that this battle was to the death and for honour.It was a battle for the honour of the surviving lineage to let one’s children’s children know that their grandparents did not abandon their vows of fidelity even when the situation was hopeless.


Street after street fell to the relentless onslaught, until the forward lines of the legionnaires fnally reached the prize they had set themselves 28 years ago. Tétu, convinced of his divine mission granted to him by the Quadaz to unite the lands and end centuries of conflict, tension, and brief bouts of peace. Only the Banquardes stood in his way. As he entered their ruined palace, a palace he had spent part of his childhood in, there was excitement that rushed in his blood as he realised the feat of history that he had achieved.


“Guardsman, report,” General Bainard asked as the well armed group nervously awaited news that the compound was safe.


“All remaining Banquardes have been neutralised.”


“Excellent,” Tétu smiled, “We have accomplished our destiny.”


“There is more Your Majesty,” The Guardsman stated without passion, “Legionnaires have captured Queen Asha of Banquarde.”


“Take us to her.”


The cortege made its way passed fallen soldiers both Banquarde and Rosebourg. Tétu’s mind was racing. The victory was now both total and completed and he faced the future as the only sovereign ruler of the entire planet. As they approached Asha, her face still bleeding from the cuts sustained when the windows shattered.


“We raised you as one of our own, Tétu, and this is how you repay us. With blood and destruction,” Asha was held back by the guardsmen.


“On your knees!” Tétu ordered.


The guardsmen kicked the back of her knees to force her on the ground.


“28 years ago, I gave your people a choice and you refused. You only have yourselves to blame for this destruction.”


“I and my family will make you pay for what you have done.”


“And I and mine will make sure that yours is buried in the sand and forgotten for yours is a conquered dynasty and I will unite our peoples through whatever means are necessary.”


“Guardsman, your sword.”


The Guardsman complied with the order of his liege and released his sword to the King. Asha looked defiantly at Tétu.


“The Banquardes are a conquered people, and you, madam, are its last Queen,” Tétu’s strike was almost surgical as he cut right through the head of the sovereign, leaving the body to wriggle.

The missiles struck against the plumes of chaff and flares above the city of Villedeclair. The explosions created loud bangs over the heads of frightened citizens. the loud bangs were followed by an equal roar as vessels cut through the cloud cover into the sights of the anti-fightercraft gun batteries. The sky was alight with flashing light discharges as the batteries laid down a wide area coverage of discharges aimed at cutting apart both the hull and flesh from existence. As some of the crafts flew straight into the path, their precious cargo broke apart in a flashing blaze. The remnants breaking up in fireballs onto the historic city walls of the city.

Whilst the anti-fightercraft guns were working to take down as many fighter bombers as they could. The last remaining fighter-interceptors were engaged in dog fights over the city limits. They were outnumbered and forced to play a defensive game over the city they had called home for the entire existence. The crafts flew above and below the compact roads of the city which had been witness the rise of the great Banquarde dynasty. The local pilots were attempting to lure as many of the enemy into the tighter corners of the streets that had been shaped to follow the snow-covered mountains that had dictated the emplacement of Villedeclair.

As more fightercrafts exploded, the once beautiful city was increasingly dominated by the smoke of burning buildings the fires which were left uncontrolled. A new round of missiles could be seen overhead coming from the sky as more chaff and flares was strewn above to fool the missiles to explode thereby protecting the citizens. Whilst many of the missiles broke up as designed, others continued down on their killer path striking down high-rise buildings that had previously been the beacons of economic strength.

The ground shook from the onslaught, taking down with them buildings whose foundations had been weakened by the heat of fire or the concussive force of bombs and missiles raining overhead. As parts of the city’s formerly impenetrable walls fell, the assault order was given, as column after column of hover-tanks headed towards the walls. Behind them, artillery guns which had remained silent whilst the battle for air superiority raged overhead now entered the fray of battle.

The powerful laser shells struck the wall, the concussive shock creating a shockwave that ripped through the hardened shelling of the anti-tank turrets mounted on the city’s walls. Men were thrown out, and plunged to their deaths some 30 meters below. The turrets which remained unscathed unleashed an unforgiving hail of laser turrets which spread dust, dirt, metal and torn limbs on the formerly fertile suburbs of the city. The tanks ignored their fallen comrades as they too took turns firing their powerful laser turrets, striking against the hardened metal sheets installed to reflect and spread the force. But this only delayed the inevitable.

“Your Majesty, it is not safe here,” The calm voice of the Banquarde’s sovereign most trusted council Count Montjul glanced out the large crystalline windows,”You should be in the bunker.”

“And cower for fear as we meet our makers?” Asha Banquarde shook her head, as she continued to watch her city burn ablaze, powerless to stop,”I think not.”

The artillery having successfully breached the walls of the city, its attention and that of the fighterbombers in the sky switched their attention to other targets in the city. Some of the missiles struck the security compounds of the palace, the force of the shockwave causing the ground to shake and the crystal glass to shatter. Asha and the Count were thrown across the room, their pale faces scratched by crystalline shards.

“Curse thät damn Rosebourg dynasty!” Asha screamed, her body’s pain receptors going into overload.

“We must leave, your Majesty!”

Two soldiers adorning the emblems of the Banquarde dynasty rushed into the hall to make sure that their protege was alright. Asha pushed them away, screaming that she was fine when she clearly was not. The soldiers ignored their sovereign and helped her to her feet.

“Your Majesty, the Rosebourgs have breached the city walls. There is street-to-street fighting but we are losing the battle.The will be upon us soon.”

“We musn’t allow you to get captured, the resistance -”

Asha interrupted her councilman,”I will not run away like some destitute. It is here that we make our stand.”

“But they will kill you!”

“Get my family to safety,” Asha painfully made her way to the gaping hope on the side of the palace where once stood the massive 10m tall windows, “I make my stand here.”

Montjul knew well enough when his protege had made her mind up, “Get the royal family out through the secret passageways. Send word to the Resistance!”


Away from the battlefield, in one of the mobile command bunkers, King Tétu of Rosebourg glanced over the digital map as it was updated with the latest intelligence provided by the drones flying alongside the soldiers engaged in street warfare. The hovertank had breached the city walls and were slowly advancing towards the last of the Banquarde palaces whilst the legion combed the side streets and took out the remaining pockets of resistance. The artillery shelling continued relentlessly bringing down block after block of the city and turning it into rubble.


“They were foolish to have stood against me on this quest to unite all our peoples, “ Tétu remarked, “Soon she too will bow down at my feet as it was foretold by the Quadaz.”


“Yes, your majesty, “One of the Generals nodded, “The city will fall very soon indeed.”


“General, we have secured Quadrant 6, we can move forward.”


“Proceed.”


The command center’s grappling hooks released their hold on the ground as the massive hovercraft lifted and advanced forwards along with the reserve troops. As the Rosebourgs front-line advanced further into the city, all of the forces moved along with it to ensure that no section were caught by surprise by a flanking move from their enemies. The risk was low, the last surviving troops of what was once one of the most powerful dynasties of the planet had been pushed back to this the canyon city of Villedeclair and were outnumbered by overwhelming odds. All were lucid enough to know that this battle was to the death and for honour.It was a battle for the honour of the surviving lineage to let one’s children’s children know that their grandparents did not abandon their vows of fidelity even when the situation was hopeless.


Street after street fell to the relentless onslaught, until the forward lines of the legionnaires fnally reached the prize they had set themselves 28 years ago. Tétu, convinced of his divine mission granted to him by the Quadaz to unite the lands and end centuries of conflict, tension, and brief bouts of peace. Only the Banquardes stood in his way. As he entered their ruined palace, a palace he had spent part of his childhood in, there was excitement that rushed in his blood as he realised the feat of history that he had achieved.


“Guardsman, report,” General Bainard asked as the well armed group nervously awaited news that the compound was safe.


“All remaining Banquardes have been neutralised.”


“Excellent,” Tétu smiled, “We have accomplished our destiny.”


“There is more Your Majesty,” The Guardsman stated without passion, “Legionnaires have captured Queen Asha of Banquarde.”


“Take us to her.”


The cortege made its way passed fallen soldiers both Banquarde and Rosebourg. Tétu’s mind was racing. The victory was now both total and completed and he faced the future as the only sovereign ruler of the entire planet. As they approached Asha, her face still bleeding from the cuts sustained when the windows shattered.


“We raised you as one of our own, Tétu, and this is how you repay us. With blood and destruction,” Asha was held back by the guardsmen.


“On your knees!” Tétu ordered.


The guardsmen kicked the back of her knees to force her on the ground.


“28 years ago, I gave your people a choice and you refused. You only have yourselves to blame for this destruction.”


“I and my family will make you pay for what you have done.”


“And I and mine will make sure that yours is buried in the sand and forgotten for yours is a conquered dynasty and I will unite our peoples through whatever means are necessary.”


“Guardsman, your sword.”


The Guardsman complied with the order of his liege and released his sword to the King. Asha looked defiantly at Tétu.


“The Banquardes are a conquered people, and you, madam, are its last Queen,” Tétu’s strike was almost surgical as he cut right through the head of the sovereign, leaving the body to wriggle.
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