Early November, Space Era Year 101.
The war between the Centory Kingdom Reich and the Kepler Union had erupted amidst the boundless dark of space.
Countless imperial fleets surged toward the outer defensive lines of Kepler's system—and with each burst of particle fire, with every detonation of energy warheads, the heavens themselves trembled.
The (VSM), Vorwärtskommando, renowned as the Empire's most formidable assault fleet,struck deep into the enemy's industrial worlds within merely seven days.In that same span, Centory seized control of twelve planetary systems.Such a victory—swift, absolute, merciless—echoed across the galaxy beneath one name:Aelyzabeth Thors.
Night aboard the flagship Bismarck.Amidst the void littered with drifting wreckage and the shattered remains of satellites,Aerys Vilozyver stood before the curved command window,gazing down upon the azure sphere of Kepler 133-A—the newly conquered industrial planet.
Behind him, his mother's voice resounded—firm, calm, regal.
"Remember this, my son…A leader does not merely command—he must guide the hearts of his people.To lead is to understand, to value, and to make them believe that they shall never be abandoned."
Aerys turned slightly. Aelyzabeth stood in her black military uniform, adorned with the Thorsian Crest and a deep navy tie. Her silvery-white hair caught the faint light of the artificial moon that bathed the command room.
"You must learn to take responsibility, not only for victory…but for every soul that has fallen in pursuit of it.Loyalty is not won by words, Aerys—it is forged when your men see their commander standing at the front line,even as bullets fall like rain."
Aerys did not answer.He only inclined his head, eyes fixed upon the holographic war map.Red and blue indicators burned across the stellar frontiers—each dot a world on the edge of ruin.
7th November.
Inside the Bismarck's officer's mess hall,a circular table of black steel bore the insignia of the House of Thors.Seated around it were Lord Aelyzabeth Thors, General Vito Vilozyver,and Captain Aerys Vilozyver—the atmosphere solemn, almost sacred.The deep hum of the quantum engines beneath them droned like a hymn from the belly of a steel titan.
An agent of the SSA (Sicherheitsamt) stepped forward and whispered a report.
"My Lord, intelligence confirms…a coalition of conservatives and anti-war factions has begun to gather.The movement is led by President Rudolf—of your own National Party, my Lord."
Aelyzabeth set her glass of milk down with measured grace.
"Rudolf… the idealist who dreams of a world he never understood,"she murmured with faint disdain.
General Vito looked up, brows furrowed.
"Then what shall we do, Aelyzabeth?If they begin to move now…"
"We do nothing," she interrupted coolly."Not yet. The war takes precedence. We must win first.""The masses and the military stand with us.The presidency holds a title—but no power of substance."
She paused, eyes narrowing slightly.
"And in Centory, there is still Aelaera.Do you think she would defect?"
Vito exhaled.
"Impossible. Aelaera's loyalty to you and the Empire is absolute.She may be ruthless, but treachery is not in her nature."
Aelyzabeth nodded faintly.
"Then let Rudolf dream.This war will remind the worlds who the true leader is."
Aerys remained silent throughout.He did not speak, nor react—his attention fixed on the report in his hands.Supply lines delayed by twenty-eight percent.Three of twelve transport routes severed.The eastern front—vulnerable to encirclement.
He finally spoke, his voice low, composed.
"Our supply lines are faltering…we're expanding faster than we can sustain."
Aelyzabeth turned toward him, eyes alight with quiet approval.
"Good. You see further than most generals at the table, Aerys.Remember—a true leader is not the one who speaks the loudest,but the one who perceives everything… in silence."
Later that night, when all others had departed,Aelyzabeth stood before the great viewing glass of the Bismarck,the vast sea of stars stretching endlessly before her.
"This war, Aerys… will test the very blood that binds us."
Aerys replied softly, without hesitation.
"Yes, Mother."
His gaze was calm, but deep within that stillness, something began to stir—something darker, colder, and far more dangerous than even the C.I.A. itself.
Thus ends Chapter B-II.