Fiction:Downfall of the Hizkadult

We don't know how or when the Hizkadult rose to power. We don't know where they're from. We don't even know their native language all that well. But we do know that their fire has exploded and eaten too much fuel, and now the ashes are falling. The embers may ignite and rise once more, but that is not now. That is later.

The Grand Battlemaster looked at the map that his High Observers have brought in. The map was very odd; it spoke of planets depleted of Khianite. Wasted khianite.

"How abhorrent!" The Battlemaster bellowed. "I know. Tell that to the merchants," one of the Observers said. "You go tell them!" The Battlemaster bellowed. "Our army is getting less powerful, and the Khianite reserves are running low. Some of our planets have revolted, looking to keep the Khianite all for themselves." "Vanquish these heretics! Order the military to destroy them! To hell with their foolish greed and rubbish 'needs'! Kill them!" "That's the thing; we've done that for so long, and morale is sinking. The resistance is so widespread." "Then let them see how they like being disowned. No more food shipments to them!" "Our empire will crumble." "Punish them!" "Your excellency, we can't. They're the only things keeping us alive." "I'll stop keeping you alive," The battlemaster said, directing his fury into stabbing the bearer of the awful news with a magnificent Khianometallic sword. Instant death resulted.

Thus, the sector that the Dead Observer oversaw revolted with no communication with the capital. This spelled the end for the Hizkadult reign and ushered in a time of galactic silence. This would continue for many Standard Earth Years, until Mission Henzol was completed, and the purportedly extinct Huralan race sprang up once more, in the Castellum Sector. Ten years later, the Zenhumoid Missionaries establish a central command on Planet Regalia II: King Hamboxen ascends to the Zenhumic Throne. Yet Operarion Henzol was only the last Human Exodus, not the first.