- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
The silence of space is never disturbed, never arced, never bent or broken. No matter the size or speed of any object piercing the void, it passes as any other. Just the same, a shadow passes through slipspace, a shilllouette of it's magnitude and power. The Celer Manus Dei, flagship of the Jjarro fleet, roams the placid realm of spaceflight, seeking out it's next prey. Wars have come and gone, the Praetor remains. Justice will reign, and the Light will prevail, no matter the cost.