The galactic core, the ultimate prize.
Princess Mariko Mitsubi stood on the bridge of the battlecruiser and Armada flagship Yamato, gazing upon the galactic core through thousands of multisensory receptors funneled into her neuralink.
Soon, my child, Mariko said to the near-term fetus inside her, soon, the galactic core shall be yours!
No more wars, no more retreats.
An end to constant bickering between Empires, to the tides of conquering and capitulating, to treacherous dealings in stealth and poison, to whole worlds denuded to stamp out rebellious populations, their skies littered with the orbital detritus of defeated navies, thousands of years of civilization ending abruptly in sudden annihilation.
An end to two centuries of constant war.
I will bring war to an end, my child, Mari
