Fiction:Attero Dominatus/Prelude to War

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Tyranny Ascendant
It was a golden age for the Drakodominatus Tyranny. New worlds were being conquered every second, their domain was constantly being expanded, their technological omnipotence grew, their slave population ballooned, and more and more colossal ships were added to it's fleet at every instant. Abaddon Heimdall looked at the screens which reflected the massive growth of the Tyranny, and each graph showed utterly exponential growth, something that put other civilizations in the First Gigaquadrant to shame. In Andromeda, the Tyranny was a growing military power, capable of challenging the AGC, and Abaddon Heimdall thought, winning. In the Milky Way, they had "defeated" a Tier 0 AI with the DCP and were now ravaging the natives as part of a giant chess plan. In the Bunsen Galaxy, their massive fleets stood there, expanding relentlessly while poised to perform a battleplan to gain dominance over it. In Borealis, they expanded in each direction, conquering sector after sector in the name of the Tyranny and giving native powers a fright. In Cyrannus, they were equals in designing ship with the Galactic Empire of Cyrannus while expanding their own dominion in each direction. In the Quadrants, they expanded relentlessly, subjugating countless empires. And back home in the Mirus Galaxy, they made countless new weapons of war and expanded their burgeoning empire.

The Hundred Trillionth Slave
Tyrant Abaddon Heimdall looked at the screens that represented the amount of slaves he had, and he was truly astounded. Right on that day, the Tyranny had conquered another world, and that had finally brought it's slave population to exactly 100 trillion. This was monumental as that expanded the rate at which work could be done by an incredible amount, leading to the productive capacity of the Tyranny increasing by an exponential rate, seeing as even though they were transitioning to Stellar Foundries, Black Hole Forges, and Quantum Replicators, most of their industry was still rather primitive. These new slaves were churning out countless ships in unnatural amounts, made possible by their control chips, of manual labor, to use machinery to put these massive implements of war together.

This was accompanied with much success in the overseer program, and each branch of the overseers had been massively scaled up to be able to supervise and drive the slaves to levels of productivity never before though possible. The overseers would never revolt, being genetically loyal to their Dominatus overlords and though numerous, represented one of the most potent and elite land forces in the Gigaquadrant, being armed with some of the best equipment in the Gigaquadrant as well. The overseers also conquered new planets, spreading the Tyranny throughout voids of space in order to grow the massive empire. The Tyranny was at it's peak.

The Billionth Warship
The problem with the navy of the Tyranny had always been, since it's inception, the lack of ships that it could put out. This owed itself to the colossal size of each ship, meaning that more resources had to invested in them. This however, was ameliorated by a single, brutal method, having more worlds, and having a better production capacity. Helping greatly in the creation of these warships was the assault on the AGC station Deep Core, which gave the Tyranny a supermassive black hole's accretion disk as a resources base from which to build it's ships, as well as a template to copy for supermassive black hole's throughout the Tyranny, which helped in this construction.

Every second of every minute of every hour of every day, new ships were pumped out in the hellish foundries of the Tyranny, be it from the Geoengineering of day's past, the new stellar foundries which were being built, or even the new black hole forges and the massive amount of quantum replicators that were being used. Helping this ensemble of death was the utterly massive Cerberus Class Devourers, in use by both the Junction and the Tyranny in order to consume worlds and to produce fleets from the digested material of planets. This massive set was what created a billion ships for the Tyranny, a billion ships for subjugation. The Tyranny was at it's peak.

The Millionth System
Tyrant Abaddon Heimdall looked at the screen which showed the amount of systems the Tyranny had, and the massive number had just reached a million, across all the galaxies in the Gigaquadrant as well as quite a few systems in other universes, which was made possible through a daring prison raid on Forgeworld 13 in the ISF and getting the reward of incredible knowledge in the area of dimensions and interdimensional travel. The shadow of the Tyranny engulfed the First Gigaquadrant as more worlds were put under the banner of the red fist. The ruthless robotic expeditionary forces crushed all resistance and expanded at an incredible rate in all directions.

The orchestra of doom of the Tyranny, made solely to benefit their Dominauts masters at the expense of everyone else, the apparatus of destruction of the Tyranny, carried itself through countless different sectors in every galaxy in the Gigaqudrant and was able to take over any world that stood in it's path. The robots continued on with their protocols, conquering new worlds as reports of more subjugated peoples flooded the graph. The Tyranny was of a massive extent. The Tyranny was at it's peak.

The Thousandth Technology
The technology of the Tyranny advanced at an incredibly rapid rate, if almost on a curve, arguably much faster than any faction in the First Gigaquadrant. New deals being made and technology being made by the installations made it so that there was a constant influx of new technologies. The new paradigm shifts that led to megastructural engineering being possible were present in Installation 2, as new murderous instruments of destruction were created by the secretive place. Materials engineering was making breakthroughs every moment and had a new product called quantum armor (quantum crystalline armor). Power generation increased exponentially and interdimensional travel was made possible by dealings with the ISF.

Similarly, weapons technology increased as weapons of war that made use of Neuman Entropy, Joint Quantum Entropy, Cosmic String Loops, and even pure math being harnessed for destructive purposes were made. Each Installation pumped out incredible weapons of war, made to subjugate other empires, and their productive capacity only increased with the massive amount of factories of all kinds being built within the empire. On aggregate, the Tyranny bordered on the tier 1 line, it's different technologies jointly advancing at incredible rates. The Tyrannt was at it's peak.

The One Dominatus
However, Abaddon was even more overjoyed ,much more than by the science or extrauniversal conquest, by the fact that the birth of his only son was happening, and was in the theatre where he saw the egg start cracking. An entire systems worth of resources had been invested in this bioengineering project in order to improve the Dominatus even further. It first started with the selective breeding that Dominatus already had in their genes, which led Angrus Mortarius, the strongest Dominatus Alpha, and Medusa Heimdall, his daughter and the smartest Dominatus Omega, to breed together.

Scientists had been studying the baby and engineering the egg every day from the time it was conceived. In fact, right after procreation had been discovered to be successful, the egg was taken out and put in the Tyranny's top installation for biological engineering and given the resources of a super weapon as some of the brightest minds in the Tyranny worked on him. It was like this for the entire time that he was being created, and he developed on special algorithms and on special nutrients being given to him by the scientists while he was in the egg.creat Delguian both fired their strongest powers at the baby, arguably enough energy to raze entire cities. This however, was carefully engineered by the Tyranny so as to create a giant imbalance that would gift the baby with incredible essence, that is if it didn't kill him.

The baby hung in limbo, its first experience in life being death, as it's conciousness struggled with the most powerful essence and anti essence use ever made in the Tyranny. The scientists were not sure of the results, having predicted a 99.99999999% of this not working and killing the baby, however Medusa and Angrus pushed forwards with it, and it appeared that the baby was about to die. However, the baby's internal strength, of sprit and of body meant that he was able to gather the essence from the imbalance and the amount by which his essence increased was more than could ever have been predicted by the charts. Though he had almost died, it had succeeded beyond expectations. He was the first Dominatus Ultima, and he was named by his two loving parents Castigon Mortarius. The Tyranny was at it's peak.

The Eternal Empire
Tyrant Abaddon Heimdall went up the steps of the capital city and ascended to the Spire of Oratory, 1000 meters above the ground, where he stood perched over 100,000 or so Dominatus soldiers prepared for war. He ascended to the spire, flanked by his daughter, Medusa Heimdall, Administrator of the Andromedan Territories and Heir to the Throne, and by his son in law, Angrus Mortarius, Archon of the Guard and began a speech.

''We stand at a crossroads here today, which determines the fate upon which our race will embark for the entirety of our existence. We are at a position stronger than any part of our history. We stand at a place where our military combines the lights of science and technology in order to prove to the universe why the Dominatus are the greatest! We stand at a time, where out ships can blot out the son in order to cast our baleful glare on all those who seek to oppose us. We stand at a time, when the energies we call upon in order to wage war match the galaxy itself. We stand at a technological renaissance that has continued from our inception as our brightest minds harness the most elemental forces of the universe for our needs. We stand at a time when we are present in each galaxy in the Gigaquadrant and are present in 13 different universes!''

''We are truly a power like no other, we have tamed the most primal of elements of the universe, the energy of stars and black holes, the concept of mathematics itself in order to further our goals. We have the abilities of gods, as Dominatus do! Each day, more and more of our hatchlings are born, including my grandson Castgion Mortarius, who will inherit a Great Tyranny and work to make it Greater. The Dominatus scour each corner of the multiverse and each corner of the Gigaquadrant for the ability to bring it to it’s one true purpose, to serve us. We shall fight in Mirus, in Cyrannus, in the Quadrants, in Kraw, in Andromeda, in the Milky Way, in Bunsen, in Borealis, and across the multiverse for the Tyranny. We will not stop in our quest to harness the powers of the multiverse and subjugate it to the will of the Tyranny.''

''This is why we will declare war on the Andromeda Galalctic Commonwealth, the worms who sit upon a throne made out of their decaying ideals who through sheer force of universal stupidity have ascended to be the rulers of Andromeda. These people who espouse the ideals that the Drakodominauts stand staunchly against, those of stagnancy and stupidity must be taught a lesson in the ways of conquest and empire building. They have insulted our nation by attacking us when he held Deep Core, and they only pushed us back because we sent only a small force. One man alone, Angrus Mortarius killed many of their finest, and almost killed their leader before a bomb that we had placed accidentally knocked him out. They took him prisoner in this and we were forced to engage in a tribunal to get him out.'

'''Now he promises you the heads of all those who stood against him, of Uriel Ultanos the Worm King, Tyraz Breek, the Demon Child, and Jahric, the Great Rat himself. The battle in front of us will not be an easy one, but through the strength of our Dominatus, the fire in our hearts, the magic of our technology, and the fact that we are superior, we will prevail. We are at a point in our time when we have had more resources than ever before to do whatever we please, we are at a crossroads whether we decide whether the Tyranny sinks into the abyss of stagnancy or ascends to true greatness, and we have the power to change our fate.''

''It is because of this, that we will do what has to be done, as our fleets blot the skies, as our superweapons destroy systems, as the Dominatus take worlds for themselves, that we will win. We will win because we are the greatest, we will win because the Dominauts are the smartest, the strongest, and the most powerful of any race. We will fulfill our destiny, and the Tyranny will conquer. Now we build an eternal omnipotent and omnipresent civilization that will echo for time and space. Tyranny Eternal!''

The Ties That Bind
Installation 7 was amuck with Dominatus going everywhere as they looked at the outputs of the algorithms.

Dominatus 1 - That isn't possible, the outputs are asymptomatically approaching the threshold point, even though nothing happened to us in recent years in terms of events. Dominatus 2 - It's not asymptomatically reaching it anymore, the rate of growth is actually increasing, a few more iterations and we will be at threshold point." Dominatus 1 - That would imply a temporary failure of all our AI systems, which now comprises just about everything we have, a day long shut down at least. Dominatus 2 - The quantum algorithms are designed to handle the threshold number though, all that could trigger spontaneous failure would have been a hyperspatial gamma ray burst at this point in the system some while ago, and that didn't happen.''

Little did they know that exactly a few months before, the DCP had detonated a hyperspace star in their general sector and that even though the hyperspace star did not actually touch the installation, the hyperspatial gamma ray burst hit exactly one point out of countless ones in the system.

Dominatus 1 - No, the output reads differently than from the scenario that is needed to work, and we can't shut this down Dominatus 2 - Holy Shit.

Both Dominatus looked at each other with an "Oh Shit" face and contemplated on the possibilities.

Dominatus 1 - There is nothing we can do, update the logs of the Tyrant to show the impending failure of all electronic systems Dominatus 2 - ''Algorithm adjusted so it happens in waves, this means that the colonies closest to this installation will suffer the effects first, rather than others. Dominatus 1 - ''I hope the Tyrant can save us'.'

At that, the first blasts started traveling, towards the massive Tannhauser Gates to be spread to the outermost colonies, it was only a matter of time.

Abaddon's Fall
The news travelled rather quickly to Abaddon Heimdall, as his database was updated, although the electronic failure had not happened yet. Though still receiving much applause from the Dominatus, his complexion instantly turned pale as he received the grim news, and he merely stared at the ships in the sky and the distant worlds of the Tyranny. He looked for a split instant at his dominion, mere seconds passing as the entire history of building his empire flashed before his eyes. Some say that when one is about to die, their entire life flashes before their eyes, many decades compressed into a few seconds. Abaddon's life was his empire, and his empire's death meant his own.

The entire history of the Tyranny flashed before him, from when he was born during their Middle Ages to his prescence as the Tyrant during their planet bound state. The massive suffering in the Unification Wars as well as the sadness at the monstrous virus that the Kantus Family unleashed. He remembered the Tyranny becoming spacefaring and becoming a tier 5 nation with it's first few first contacts where they subjugated alien races. He remembered the first sectoral wars of conquest they had as a tier 4 nation along with the production of the mark 1s when they were tier 3. He remembered the first thousand systems they acquired, the first ten thousand, the first hundred thousand, and the first million. He remembered the ascent to tier 2, faster than any civilization before, and the expansion of his dominion. He remembered crossing the Tier 1 and Million System border, cementing the strength of the Tyranny. Most of all however, he remembered his grandson, Castigon, and his daughter, Medusa.

He heard a psychic cry that pervaded itself throughout the entirety planet, that came from his son Castigon, and then he pondered what would happen next, what he would do to preserve his empire and bring the Dominatus to greater heights. He pondered on these questions for what seemed to be countless eternities though they were only split seconds. It was the mind of a man who had conquered a million systems and brought a civilization to tier 1. However, in face of this, he could only do so much and first tried to motivate his people.

Even faced with any problem, the Tyranny will conquer, for we are Dominatus, and we are ...

At that, he suffered spontaneous organ failure, though he should not have died of old age at that point in time, but the stresses of what he had to deal with and the bad new eventually, subconsciously got hold of him, and he fell dead, from the kilometer tall tower, to the base of the plaza in plain sight. The Tyrant was dead, he had fallen.

Restoring Equilibrium
The crowd looked away, shocked at the sight of what had happened. All of them, though elite Dominatus frontline soldiers, who had civilized systems and killed millions by themselves were aghast at what had happened. However, as per procedure, pre made burial apparatus from him was shown, him having planned what to do with his body in event of death, and soon, Dominauts war steeds were hauling a massive palace chariot across the streets of Demogorgon Prime, where the body was wrapped in molten gold to be preserved forever. It was dragged, through the solemn crowds of Dominatus to the Eternal Palace of Tyrants, where he was put to rest.

Medusa stood alone in her room, not wanting to face the situation, and constantly losing her temper. She sat there contemplating if this was just a nightmare, as she was not ready to take an empire on by her own. All her diplomatic efforts had ended in failure, a trail of ashes, and the Tyranny would probably be the same, however as she paced, Angrus came into her room.

Angrus - I know it is hard, but we have problems, and we need you Medusa - What can i do, everything i have done has turned to ash, i can't have this responsibility right now Angrus - I have faith in you dear, and you must bear the burden, you will bring us to supremacy Medusa - ''I guess ... you're right''

Medusa ascended the tower of orators and couldn't first speak, choking on her words.

Medusa *silently* - I can't do this Angrus *silently* - You must, you are the Tyrant

However before Medusa began to speak, she was interrupted by the Dominatus on the ground who crescendoed and repeated the same lines over and over, as if in a chant.

Dominatus - Hail Tyrant Medusa, Long Life to The Tyrant