Scientist Anna’s footsteps echoed softly through the cold, metallic corridors of the ancient ship. Her eyes, sharp with curiosity and trepidation, scanned the walls around her, lined with mysterious alien symbols and long-dead control panels. She had been aboard this ship for weeks, but each day brought a new discovery. Today, however, felt different—more significant.

  Clutched in her hand was an aluminum card she had discovered embedded in the floor of what appeared to be a common crew area. The card was inscribed in a strange, flowing script, which their transtion systems had roughly deciphered: Captain’s Quarters.

  Anna had already combed through countless logs and archives from this vessel. The ship’s technology, far beyond anything the Imperial Empire could comprehend, was still rgely a mystery. Yet, what she had found so far pointed to a tragic end—a fleet lost to an incomprehensible war. She was hoping that this card would lead her to the answers she sought.

  The passageway narrowed as she approached what seemed to be the central section of the ship. The walls here were in better shape, the metal gleaming despite the millennia it had drifted through space. Finally, she reached a door, marked with the same elven script as the card. It slid open with a faint hiss as her presence was detected.

  Inside, the captain’s quarters were more spacious than she had expected. A rge, ornate desk stood at the center of the room, with a holographic projector that sputtered to life as she approached. The room was cluttered with relics of a long-dead culture: a set of ceremonial elven bdes, a tattered fg bearing an unknown symbol, and data crystals—millions of them. But her attention was immediately drawn to the logs dispyed on the central projector.

  The title of the most recent entry appeared in bold: Orc-Elven Alliance War - Final Report.

  Anna tapped the console, activating the log.

  As it pyed, the voice of the ship’s captain, weary and resolute, filled the room. The image of an elven man, his eyes tired but burning with determination, appeared before her.

  "This is Captain Loras of the Allied Elven Fleet. It is the year 10,000 of the Orc-Elven Alliance War. We are all that is left. My fleet… the st remnants of a once-great armada of over 200,000,000 ships. Our allies… our people… all gone."

  Anna’s breath caught in her throat as the log continued, a record of a conflict far grander in scale than anything she had ever imagined. The captain’s fleet, now reduced to the lone ship she stood on, had once been part of a vast allied force battling against an endless horde.

  "We cshed with the Orc Warband known as the Orcky Boys. Their fleets… their numbers were beyond reckoning. Five billion warships, equipped with S1 to S4 technology, poured from the depths of the Druln IV gaxy. Their empire stretches across one million sor systems, each world a forge for war, each fleet more aggressive and deadly than the st."

  Anna frowned. The sheer scale of the war was unimaginable—an entire gaxy at war, millions of sor systems embroiled in conflict. And yet, the captain's words were not finished.

  "The Druln IV gaxy once belonged to us. The elves held sway over five million sor systems, but we were not alone. The Spider Hive Fleet, the Drul Spider Fleet, controlled 2.5 million systems of their own. These ancient, relentless spiders… they fought both us and the orcs, attacking wherever they could, consuming everything in their path."

  The log shifted, dispying a database file detailing the Orc Warband's reproductive systems. Anna stared, both horrified and fascinated, as the captain described the orcs’ terrifying ability to replenish their numbers through biological means.

  "The orcs have found a way to reproduce rapidly. By pnting their dead in a 10-by-10-meter area, they can grow 'Orc Trees,' which birth 1,200 new orcs in just two years. These trees mature in one year, ensuring their armies never dwindle for long. Their aggression is unparalleled—they attack every civilization they come across, overwhelming all resistance with sheer numbers."

  Anna’s stomach churned at the thought of entire worlds falling under endless waves of orc soldiers, their armies regrown as fast as they could be killed.

  The log continued, shifting to a new subject: the Spider Hive Fleet. The captain’s voice was strained, haunted by the endless wars against both the orcs and these horrifying creatures.

  "The spiders… they are ancient, as old as the stars themselves. Their queens, hidden deep in the Forgotten Forests of their worlds, birth legions of monstrous creatures. Their bodies absorb minerals, growing stronger with every element they consume. And they, too, wage war on both us and the orcs. Their Hive Mind, led by God-css spiders, coordinates their attacks with frightening precision. Spider Warriors, with 24 arms, command their forces while wielding massive biomass bdes capable of cleaving through any material."

  The holographic projection shifted again, this time showing images of the different spiders: the massive Ancient Spiders, Greater Spiders with succubus-like abilities, and the Queen Spiders, towering and terrifying creatures capable of spewing brimstone toxins and commanding armies of subservient races.

  "Their drones—Spider Biomass Stealers—consume biomass and create nests, while Spider Farmers ensure their food supply by converting everything they eat into energy for the hive. They are relentless, unstoppable, and they will fight until everything around them is consumed."

  The captain's voice wavered as he neared the end of the log.

  "We fought them for 10,000 years. An unending war. In the end, my fleet—the st of the Allied Elven armada—was overwhelmed. We fought to the st ship, but even we could not stand against the Orc Warband and the Drul Spider Fleet combined. This vessel… it is the st of us."

  Anna stood in silence as the log faded, leaving only the faint hum of the ship's power core. The captain’s final words echoed in her mind, a haunting testament to a war that had raged across gaxies and left nothing but ruins in its wake.

  The room felt colder now, the weight of history pressing down on her. Anna realized that what she had uncovered was far more than just an ancient warship. This ship was a relic of a lost age, a testament to the titanic struggles of long-dead civilizations. The Empire knew nothing of this, nothing of the scale of the wars that had been fought millennia before they even existed.

  Her heart raced as she thought of the implications. The orcs, with their rapidly reproducing armies, the spiders, with their insatiable hunger for biomass… and the elves, now reduced to history. These were the echoes of a gaxy that had once been home to countless empires, all wiped out by endless conflict.

  The gaxy was not just full of mysteries—it was full of terrors that might one day return.

  As Scientist Anna sat in the captain’s quarters, the weight of the ship’s history pressed down on her. The holographic log of Captain Loras still flickered in her mind. The vast scale of the Orc-Elven Alliance War, the destruction of countless civilizations, and the terrifying power of both the Orc Warbands and the Spider Hive Fleet left her shaken. But something else gnawed at her thoughts—something familiar.

  Anna leaned back, trying to connect the dots. The Scattered Elven Empire, a fragmented group of systems she had studied before, led by the elusive leader Ara Zylzana. The Scattered Elven Empire had always seemed like a loose coalition of remnants, but could it have been something more? A part of this ancient alliance? The logs she had discovered spoke of an "allied fleet," and though Captain Loras didn’t mention Ara Zylzana by name, it was possible—no, likely—that the Scattered Elves were once part of this greater union.

  Her mind raced as she stood up, gripping the aluminum card she had found earlier. The Captain’s Quarters card. She had already used it once to access the captain's final logs. But maybe… just maybe, there was more hidden in the depths of this ship. Some clue that could shed light on the current state of the scattered remnants of the elven people.

  With a deep breath, she inserted the card back into the console, and the soft hum of the ship’s systems responded. A menu appeared on the holographic screen, showing several options—logs, maps, crew records. But her attention was caught by an option she hadn’t seen before: Allied Factions Database.

  Her fingers trembled slightly as she selected it. The screen blinked, then dispyed a list of factions. Many were marked as "Destroyed" or "Unknown," but one in particur stood out. It glowed faintly, its status marked as Active.

  Elven EmpireStatus: ActiveNumber of Systems: 8.5 millionGovernment Type: Royal FederationCurrent Threat: Orc Warband, Spider Hive Fleet

  Anna's heart skipped a beat. The Elven Empire was still active. The surviving remnant of the once-mighty civilization that had fought alongside Captain Loras’ fleet still held 8.5 million sor systems. But as she scrolled down the page, the grim reality became clear.

  Out of the 12 original elven empires that had once spanned the gaxy, 60% were now ensved by orcs, their systems and people forced into servitude for the Orc Warband. The remaining 40% had been devoured and converted into biomass by the Spider Hive Fleet. Only the Elven Empire, led by a faction of survivors, remained standing against these titanic foes.

  The screen blinked again, revealing a log from the Elven Empire.

  Log 732 ATE (After The Elves):War Status: Orc Warband Conflict OngoingCurrent Situation: The orcs and the Spider Fleet are engaged in a brutal war over the remaining elven systems. The orcs control the ensved poputions, using them to fuel their war machines, while the Spider Fleet invades every chance they get, consuming systems and turning their poputions into biomass.

  Anna felt a chill creep down her spine. The idea that the orcs and the spiders were now warring over the scraps of the once-great elven civilization was horrifying. The Elven Empire wasn’t just fighting one enemy—it was caught between two ravenous, gaxy-spanning forces.

  She pressed further into the logs, discovering an even more dire message.

  SOS: The Spider Fleet is Invading the Elven Empire.Message from Ara Zylzana, Commander of the Scattered Elven Empire:The Spider Hive has begun a full-scale invasion of our remaining systems. They seek to consume everything, to leave nothing but barren worlds behind. The orcs are weakened by their own endless wars, but they remain a threat. We send this SOS to anyone who can help. If we fall, there will be nothing left to stop the Spiders.

  Anna felt a pang of sympathy for the elves. Ara Zylzana, the leader of the Scattered Elven Empire, was fighting a war on two fronts. The orcs—brutal, relentless, and seemingly endless in their numbers—continued to ensve and conquer, while the Spider Hive Fleet, a ravenous force of nature, sought to consume the very essence of their worlds.

  But there was more. Another log, this one from the ship itself, dated to 710 ATE, just ten years before the current date.

  Last Ship Log - 710 ATE:We made a st stand against the orcs. It was a fight we knew we couldn’t win, but we had no choice. Our fleet, the st remnants of the Allied Elven Fleet, was shattered. We held out for as long as we could, but in the end, they overwhelmed us. We are the st survivors of the fleet. There is no one left.

  The log ended there, the final testament of a fleet that had once been one of the gaxy’s greatest. Now, all that remained was this one ship, adrift in the void, a silent monument to the fallen.

  "The log ended there, the final testament of a fleet that had once been one of the gaxy’s greatest. Now, all that remained was this one ship, adrift in the void, a silent monument to the fallen."

  Anna’s mind whirled. The pieces were falling into pce. The Scattered Elven Empire wasn’t just a minor faction—they were the st survivors of a once-mighty alliance. The Elven Empire itself still held 8.5 million sor systems, but it was only a shadow of its former strength. And the orcs and spiders—two unstoppable forces—continued their war, consuming everything in their path.

  But there was hope. Anna remembered meeting Ara Zylzana a year and six months ago. The leader of the Scattered Elven Empire had spoken with determination, her eyes gleaming with the fierce resolve of someone who had survived endless wars and loss. Ara had shared stories of the empire’s fall and the ongoing fight against the orcs and spiders. She wasn’t just a symbol of survival—she was a living reminder that the Elven Empire still had the will to resist, even in the face of overwhelming odds.

  The meeting had left an impression on Anna, and now, as she reviewed the ship's logs, it all made sense. Ara Zylzana wasn’t just a distant figure leading a ragtag band of survivors—she was connected to this very ship, this very war. The Scattered Elven Empire wasn’t a remnant; it was the st ember of a once-great alliance, still fighting, still holding on.

  As long as Ara fought, there was a chance—however slim—that the elves could prevail.

  Anna knew what she had to do. This ship held the key to understanding the past—and perhaps, it could help shape the future. If she could unlock more of its secrets, maybe she could find a way to aid the Scattered Elven Empire in their desperate fight for survival.

  For now, though, she took a deep breath and prepared for what came next. The gaxy was far more dangerous than she had ever imagined.

  Scientist Anna stood in front of the massive communication terminal within her b. Her fingers danced across the holographic keys, pulling together the data she had uncovered. The discovery on the ancient ship was monumental, but what she had found about their ally, the Scattered Elven Empire, was even more critical.

  After a final check, Anna initiated the transmission to Emperor Hariko Lee. The hologram shimmered to life, revealing the imposing figure of the Emperor, his eyes sharp and focused.

  “Scientist Anna,” Hariko's voice echoed through the chamber. “You requested this meeting. What have you uncovered?”

  Anna straightened, her voice steady as she began. "My Emperor, I've made a discovery aboard the ancient elven ship. During my investigation, I accessed the ship’s captain’s logs and recovered detailed information about the war between the Elven Alliance and the Orc Warband, ‘Orcky Boys.’ The conflict spanned 10,000 years, and the captain’s fleet was the st surviving force of a massive armada of 200 million ships, all decimated by the orcs and a third faction—the Drul Spider Fleet.”

  She paused briefly, gauging Hariko’s reaction. The Emperor remained silent, his expression unreadable, so she continued.

  "The logs also reveal the fall of most of the Elven Empires in the Drul IV gaxy. Of the twelve once-great Elven Empires, 60% were ensved by the orcs, and 40% were turned into biomass for the Spider Fleet. It’s a grim situation, but there’s more. I found records indicating that the Scattered Elven Empire, led by Ara Zylzana, is still active. They control 8.5 million sor systems and are locked in a desperate battle with both the orcs and the spiders.”

  Hariko leaned forward, his interest piqued. “Ara Zylzana… we met her some time ago, didn’t we?”

  "Yes, my Emperor," Anna confirmed. "We met her a year and six months ago. She’s still out there, fighting to preserve what remains of her people. According to the test logs, the situation has grown dire. The Elven Empire sent out an SOS—reporting a massive invasion by the Spider Fleet."

  Anna hesitated for a moment, then added, “The st entry in the ship’s logs was dated 710 ATE. It spoke of a final stand against the orcs. Ara Zylzana and her forces are likely one of the few things standing between the orcs and total domination of the gaxy. The Scattered Elven Empire is not just an ally—they are vital to the bance in the region.”

  Emperor Hariko was silent for a moment, his gaze distant, clearly processing the information. “And you believe they are still holding out?”

  Anna nodded. “Yes. The fact that Ara Zylzana is still active gives them hope. But their enemies are relentless. If the orcs or the Spider Fleet break through their defenses, the consequences will be catastrophic—for them and potentially for us.”

  Hariko’s eyes narrowed, and he steepled his fingers. “Ara Zylzana… she’s a formidable leader. I remember her resolve when we st met. We cannot let the Scattered Elven Empire fall.”

  “I agree, my Emperor,” Anna said. “Their survival is in our interest. If we assist them, we may turn the tide.”

  Hariko stood, his holographic image towering over Anna. “Prepare a detailed report for the Imperial Command. We will evaluate the situation and consider the appropriate response. The Scattered Elven Empire will not fight alone.”

  Anna bowed deeply. “As you command, my Emperor.”

  The hologram blinked out, leaving Anna in the quiet of her b. She exhaled, her mind already racing with pns. The survival of an entire empire—and perhaps the fate of the gaxy—now hinged on what they did next.

  Hariko Lee stood on the bridge of his fgship, the S5 Imperial Wrath, as the ship began its descent toward the capital world of the Scattered Elven Empire. Around him, the Imperial Marines, Sisters of Faith, and Japanese Space Marines stood at attention, their armor gleaming under the artificial lights of the ship.

  It had been over a year since Hariko had st seen Ara Zylzana, the ruler of the Scattered Elven Empire. Despite the crushing odds her people faced, she had remained resilient. Now, as the remnants of her once-great empire clung to survival, a final attempt to recim the 6.5 million lost worlds from the Spider Hive and free the ensved elves held by the Orc Warband was in motion. Hariko had come to discuss this decisive campaign.

  “Prepare for nding,” Hariko ordered, his voice echoing through the ship’s communication system. “We’re entering their capital world.”

  The surface of the elven capital world, Arelith, came into view. The once-pristine cities were now a mix of ancient grandeur and war-torn battlements, a testament to the prolonged struggle against the Orcs and the Spider Hive. Elegant spires, once symbols of elven dominance in Drul IV, stood in defiance of the devastation around them.

  As Hariko and his Marines disembarked from the Ark Sovereign, they were greeted by a contingent of Elven soldiers and dignitaries. Leading them was Ara Zylzana herself, her piercing violet eyes showing both weariness and unyielding resolve. She wore the traditional elven battle armor, ornate yet practical, with the insignia of the Scattered Elven Empire embzoned on her chest. Her long silver hair, braided with gemstones, shimmered in the fading light.

  “Hariko Lee,” Ara greeted, her voice calm but heavy with the weight of responsibility. “You’ve come at a crucial moment.”

  “I wouldn’t be anywhere else,” Hariko replied, his eyes meeting hers with respect. “We’ve come to discuss a final strategy. The time has come to recim your worlds.”

  Together, they moved into the grand hall of the Elven High Council, a pce that once housed the leaders of a unified empire but was now a meeting ground for war councils. The chamber was filled with holographic maps of lost territories, reports of spider infestations, and tactical pns to breach orc defenses.

  Ara Zylzana gestured to the map of the 6.5 million worlds under the control of the Spider Hive. “These worlds are our first target. If we can weaken the Spider Fleet and recim these systems, we can regroup and turn our attention to the orcs. They’ve ensved too many of my people. We must act swiftly before they spread further.”

  Hariko studied the map carefully. “The Spider Hive is formidable. Their ability to harvest and convert biomass gives them a near-endless supply of warriors. But we’ve faced simir foes before. My Imperial Marines and Sisters of Faith are prepared to spearhead the assault.”

  “We’ll need more than brute force,” Ara said, her tone serious. “The spiders are cunning. Their Spider Hive Mothers are capable of coordinating entire fleets, and their Biomass Stealers will quickly repurpose any fallen troops. If we can strike at the Hive Mothers, we might disrupt their network and slow their advance.”

  Hariko nodded. “Target the queens, cut off the head of the hive. It’s a solid pn. But we can’t ignore the orcs. They’ll notice any rge-scale offensive, and once they do, they’ll tighten their grip on the worlds they’ve conquered.”

  Ara’s gaze hardened. “That’s why we have to strike the orcs once the spiders are weakened. The orcs have been exploiting my people for centuries, forcing them into svery. We cannot leave them to suffer.”

  Hariko turned to his tactical officer, a veteran of countless interstelr battles. “We’ll need a two-pronged approach. A strike force to handle the spiders and a reserve fleet to be ready to deploy against the orcs once we secure the Spider-infested worlds. We can’t let them regroup.”

  The officer nodded. “We have the resources and the manpower. With the Japanese Space Marines on standby, we can unch simultaneous assaults.”

  Ara Zylzana gnced at Hariko, her face resolute. “This is our st chance to restore what was lost, to recim the dignity and freedom of my people. If we fail—”

  “We won’t fail,” Hariko interrupted, his voice steady. “We’re not here to make empty promises. My forces and I will stand with you. This isn’t just your fight anymore—it’s ours. Together, we’ll push back the spiders, free your people from the orcs, and take back Drul IV.”

  Ara’s eyes softened slightly, her gratitude evident even behind her stoic demeanor. “I’ve heard stories of your forces—how you’ve recimed entire worlds and liberated countless peoples. I believe, with your help, we can turn the tide.”

  “We can,” Hariko said confidently. “But it’s going to take everything we have. No more half-measures. We’ll hit the Spider Fleets hard and fast, then regroup to liberate the orc-controlled worlds. And after that, we bring the fight to the Orc Warband itself.”

  The council room grew silent as the weight of the moment settled over everyone present. They were pnning an assault on an unimaginable scale, one that would decide the fate of millions of worlds and billions of lives.

  Ara Zylzana stepped forward, her voice ringing through the chamber. “Then it’s decided. We begin preparations immediately. The Elven Empire will fight alongside the Imperial Marines, and together, we will recim our gaxy.”

  As the meeting concluded and the final pns were set into motion, Hariko Lee couldn’t help but feel the weight of history on his shoulders. This was more than a campaign. It was the culmination of millennia of conflict, and now they stood on the edge of victory—or annihition.

  “Prepare the fleet,” Hariko commanded his officers as they returned to the Imperial Wrath. “We move at dawn.”