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Astashica: Eternal Starborn Dominion

"Listen well, child of the twin suns. The land speaks, the winds whisper, and the rivers carry old songs. But there is one voice that does not sing, one truth that sleeps beneath your feet. The world you stand upon is not what you believe it to be."

The Xothek Galaxy is gone, consumed by its own hunger for power. The Asemeri once shaped the stars, bending light and void to their will. Their greatest creation, the Formicrons, built empires that stood for millennia.  

But Xothek fell—not to time, nor to gods, but to its own arrogance.  

The Azurevat fire erased them. Cities vanished. Kingdoms dissolved into the abyss. And the last Asemeri fled aboard the Defiance Vanguard, a warship of lost power, its runes still pulsing with ancient knowledge. They sought refuge. They found Astashica.  

A world of twin suns. A world veiled in Light. A world that does not belong to them.  

For three hundred cycles, the Asemeri ruled. They carved their names into the mountains, built their towers over rivers, but Astashica is awake. It watches. It remembers.  

Now, the shadow returns.  

Cosmus has returned. The exile. The usurper. The last remnant of a dead empire. His fleet blackens the sky. His armies rise from the abyss. And in his grasp? The final Azurevat missile—the fire that once shattered the heavens.  

And in the path of destruction, one man stands.  

Tlandar. Son of two worlds. A man of soil and harvest. A man who should have lived his days in peace.  

But war does not ask who you wish to be. It demands who you must become.  

Flee, and the twin suns will set forever.  
Stand, and awaken the Light once more.  

He takes the blade. He spills the blood. He walks the path of no return.  

The Defiance Vanguard looms overhead.  
The Azurevat fire waits in silence.  
The Formicrons stir beneath the sands.  
The ancient Asemeri cores pulse in the dark.  

But beneath it all—beneath the ruins, beneath the rivers, beneath the very bones of this world—there is something older than the Asemeri.  

Something forgotten.  
Something that was never meant to wake.  

This is not a war for land. This is not a war for power.  

This is a war for the right to exist.  

And so I ask, child of the twin suns—will you fight for the Light, or will you let the darkness take it?"

ASTASHICA: Eternal Starborn Dominion

The March Toward the City

The thunderous hum of Formicrons echoed across the plains as Tlandar's forces advanced toward New Asemeri. Their Xothek hover transport vehicles, massive behemoths of dark alloy, carried foot soldiers in heavily armored compartments. The combined force of Val'katl's warriors and Salgaran pilots moved in disciplined formations, their weapons charged and their minds focused.

Inside their cockpits and transports, communication was conducted through encrypted comms, ensuring precise coordination.

Tlandar sat inside his personal Formicron, leading the march. Beside him, Akashma's Formicron moved in perfect stride, their systems linked through synchronized battle networks.

The twin suns of Astashica burned in the sky, casting a fiery glow over the vast war machines advancing toward the city-state.

Ahead, New Asemeri's walls stood tall, its energy barriers flickering in the distance.

And Governor Rasnar would have no choice but to face them.

The City's Response

As Tlandar's forces approached, New Asemeri's automated defenses activated.

Massive turrets adjusted their positions, locking onto the incoming army. Defensive energy barriers flared, shifting intensity as the city's command center monitored the advance. Dozens of New Asemeri Formicrons lined up along the walls, their pilots awaiting further orders.

Inside the main governor's command station, Rasnar stood before a holographic display, watching Tlandar's army march upon his city.

One of his advisors spoke with unease.

"Governor, if we deny them entry, it could be seen as a direct insult. The people know of Tlandar's victory over Ixtiel. Many respect him."

"But if we let them in, we risk losing control. If Tlandar declares authority over New Asemeri, he could turn the people against us."

Rasnar exhaled sharply.

For too long, he had avoided war, kept the city isolated, and relied on its energy barriers for protection.

"Open the gates. Let him in."

Tlandar's Arrival

A low rumble shook the battlefield as New Asemeri's main gates slid open, revealing the vast city within.

Tlandar's Formicron slowed, and he gave the command over the comms.

"Advance. In formation. No aggression unless provoked."

His warriors moved with disciplined precision, their hover transports rolling forward, their Formicrons marching in coordinated strides.

As they entered, citizens of New Asemeri lined the streets, watching in silence.

Some stared in awe at Tlandar's forces.

Others whispered in uncertainty.

But there was no mistaking it—they were witnessing history.

Tlandar, now fully recognized as the Chieftain of Val'katl, had arrived.

And he was here to decide the fate of New Asemeri.

Facing Governor Rasnar

Tlandar stepped out of his Formicron, his dark red cape flowing behind him, Khalzir and Asharuk strapped across his back.

At the top of the city's main command balcony, Governor Rasnar stood waiting, flanked by New Asemeri's officials and commanders.

Tlandar's voice carried through the city, his authority undeniable.

"Governor Rasnar, we need to talk. Now."

The governor hesitated, but he knew he could not delay.

The time for avoidance was over.

Tlandar was here.

And the future of New Asemeri would be decided.

The Gates of New Asemeri