“Not long ago, there was a Great War that ate through every corner of our known galaxy, I wasn’t fortunate enough to see the ending. I was killed, or so it seemed. My body was retrieved by a group far more powerful than Universe Guardians; I was revived by an Exemplar. The moment my eyes opened, they burned in irritation; it was like emerging from the bowels of a black hole and looking at the incandescent corona of the great star.
Before the war, every planet I touched became mine, encompassed into my sphere of influence a protectorate of the Ninjans. Now my people are refugee’s living in make-shift homes; that will become graves for many. How did this happen? How could the very infrastructure of an entire people disappear just like that?
Because of a Queen’s arrogance, because of her pride, she was so enamored with personal love affairs, and learning more about foreign places, she failed to see the malicious intent behind her enemy’s smiles. She is now a queen without a throne.”
Madison closed her journal and placed it in a nearby chess. They OSA pushed the Talmut’s back to the Outer Rim, but the war was won on Earth, thanks to the efforts of STRIKE and a series of unattached heroes. The Ninjans suffered the worst of the war; they had the most to lose. With time they’d eventually become a full society again, but right now they were broke.
Forced to work with Talabeth and Crattian to fix their structure, and Madison? She was now on trial by the OSA for failing to properly plan for the invasion, even though none of them had knowledge of it. Her punishment if convicted? Exile.