Part Nine | Greater Terran Union | Stellaris Invicta

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For centuries, the great fire sparked within the human race has blazed across the stars. Now the Greater Terran Union faces its final test and whether mankind fades into dust or dominates the galaxy for the next millennia will soon be decided.

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I was more invested in this episode than Game of Thrones.

mitchypdx
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"Never."

The best Declaration of War to give and the best payoff to that build-up there could be.

Tayvin
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The Khans sacrifice was pretty bad ass. That Xenos had some balls, in surprised he could still walk with two suns between his legs.

theshambler
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The Khan teleports into the Styx-system: "Hello boys, I'm Baack!"

taaviaaltonen
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"It is better to die on your feet than live on your knees."

Terran Saying

mariakelly
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Aboard a Terran Titan:
"Gunnery officer, do you see that dimensional rift?"
"Yes, captain!"
"It's existence offends Terra."
"Yes, captain!"


*Spinal weapon begins charging.*

chryssalidbait
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The Khan jumping in was like a twist out of a blockbuster movie

RocketPropelledMexican
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"Terrans, Rixians, and all others who call themselves the coalition, hear this. This galaxy belongs to the Great Khan, Khan of Khans, He whose wisdom and might are legend. None but He may claim it, and certainly not the honorless castoffs of another dimension. Behold and tremble, for the might of the Khanate shall be both your doom and salvation!"


-last recorded transmission of the Great Khan before engaging the Unbidden.

atreides
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Why do I feel patriotic for a fictitious country?

TERRA INVICTA!!!

benjamingrist
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Wow... I am actually in tears. The idea of species that have hated each other for hundres of years standing alongside eachother is pretty cliché, but it is used perfectly here. I am honored to have followed the GTU from day one of this series.

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I imagine the reaction of the GTU when the portal opened to be like: "Hey you, glowing xeno! I'm the ony one allowed to commit unjustified mass-murder in this galaxy. Get your own."

bielpr
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Ahh, you think conflict is your ally. You merely adopted it. I was born in it. Moulded by it. I didn’t see peace until I was a man.

-GTU

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“We will never give up
We will never be slaves
WE WILL NEVER SURRENDER!!!”
-unknown Terran Fleet Admiral

kaneng
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There is always a bigger fish. But the GTU loves fishing.

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As the heads of the Stellar Axis watched the High Marshal give her impassioned speech, the emissary drone from the Algorithm turned to its peers.
"The Terrans chose death, most illogical." In the background, the screen was filled with Terrans, Wasari, Rixians, and more chanting "Never!" over and over again.
The Pollenian ambassador grumbled. "The Terran madness knows no bounds."
Another closed the viewscreen. "Xani, Jaz'Kavaz, it makes no matter. The Union, their collaborators, and their sympathizers will be crushed. It is only a matter of time."
The Pollenian turned to the Florian diplomat. She stood apart, staring silently out the window of the space station that floated above her homeworld of Garden. "Great mother, your silence is deafening."
"Madness..." She mused to herself. "Perhaps... perhaps madness is what will save them. *Perhaps* it could save us all..."

mitchypdx
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Love how the GTU goes from the most hated faction to the saviors of the Galaxy

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"Your foe is well equipped, well-trained, battle-hardened. He believes his gods are on his side. Let him believe what he will. We have the tanks on ours"

CommissarTommy
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"We're in the endgame now"
"No my friend. We are the endgame!"

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During the twilight of the galaxy, the Great Khan sat on his throne on the bridge of the Thrusting Spear - his personal flagship, and the longest one in his armada. Only one other person was beside him, watching the stars through the great windows. Cilla, the favorite of his wives, had refused to go with the women and the children of his great clan. She would be with him till the end.

Everything, his whole live, had been boiled down to this one moment which was to come. For decades the Great Kahn had watched the Greater Terran Union in eager anticipation. His nemesis had grown in both strength and resolve with each conflict they endured, and surely, after this last war against this unknowable enemy, they would finally have become the worthy opponent he had always envisioned them to be. His anticipation grew as he imagined the duel they would carry out across the stars. The sweetness of battle, the glory of final victory.

But it would not come. He had been robbed of his glory, for this was the day the GTU would fall - and not by his hand. He had accepted this fact the moment he had seen the projections made by his most trusted advisors. The Greater Terran Union and their allies would fall, if left on their own. They had put up a formidable fight against the most overwhelming odds, but the battle of Styx would be their undoing. His prey would be another man's gain, their defeat another man's glory.

And he would not have that.

The battle already waged as his warband passed through the jumpgate. It was about to tip. This was the one strike his sworn nemesis could neither evade nor parry. It would wound them fataly, when it would happen. If it would happen.

If he would let it happen.
He would not.

There was no need for orders, as his thousand sons took position beside the Spear, setting an example for every cruiser, frigate and even frighter his empire had ever mustered.

There was no need for aft shields, for their course would lead only foreward.

There was no need for life support.

As the Thrusting Spear took lead of the charge that steered every man, woman and child of age from the Great Khan's Empire into history, there was only one fierce cry howling through the galactic night. It was but one word. One name. And the voice of every soul echoed it until dawn.

For history may never forget the name:


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When the chips are down, when all hope is lost, all it takes is for a few Humans to say "NEVER" to find the common cause to defeat anything

Great series, worthy of being a full length sci-fi classic with this amount of world building.

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