The Fall of Sinkuchuan

When Sinkuchuan was at the height of it's glory, I lived there, on that lonely outer planet on that lonely outer sun. The last bastion of civilization outside Terra. Outside Sol.

In one single day, it fell.

In one single day, it was sacked. It's beautific building, descreated. It's populace, raped, mutilated, and eaten alive. The last bastion of civilization was utterly destroyed in it's zenith, with a mere 70 survivors from the city itself.

I was among them. On the HSC Gladiator and the HSC Centurion. Two Emperor-class Battleships. The fires weren't yet burnt out.

And I swore revenge.