Asteroids were hollowed and filled with explosive elements, bases were constructed, turrets fine-tuned and upgraded, ships poured out of new Alteriian factories, supplied by the endless resource pool of Alteriian colonies and systems. Soldiers rushed into training, the Reserve called back into active duty, the Tenants called upon for full service, ships on yellow alert throughout every border sector and population hub. Arms were being mass produced, supplies stockpiled, lines of communication shored up, defenses enhanced and supported with additional fire-power, traps set, and volunteers redirected to critical areas.
The seventh dimension was a virtual maze of bristling weapons and arms, a gigantic choreographed morass of weaponry, amid the swirling tendrils of ice and carbon: death awaited in the creeping shadows.
They resisted the inevitable.
They resisted defeat.
We all die, but the question is how, why, and for what?