It's said that in the vast reaches of space, there lives an air of emptiness, of isolation and of fear. But within that feeling lies malice. Pure rage and synthetic anger.
In the eyes of a drone, life is the disease, and they are the cure.
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Billions of years before life evolved on planet Earth, the galaxy teemed with intelligence and trade, and civilization spanning entire arms of the Milky Way. At the head of this were the large, imposing, insectoid Azbarians. Cold and calculating, the Azbarians ruled over the galaxy with a vice grip, moderating and authorizing every transaction under the suns.
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But when a centuries-dormant plague resurfaced on several planets, the grip could only grow tighter. Capable of surviving in vacuum and with a 99% lethality rate, the plague could wipe out entire planets in mere days.
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When the Empyror declared the initiation of Operation Doomsday and deployed the drones, the galaxy watched in awe. The only way to cure the infected worlds was to purge them in a grand hellfire of death and destruction.
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But what happens when things get out of check?
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Check out the first 10 pages here.
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