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Divide and conquer. Our foe has struck at our hearts, but only after bleeding us on our own blades, letting our competitiveness weaken us as a target. Only then, did they see fit to attack us with massive fleets and ancient terrors. Even now, bloodied and half-mad, we are more than a match for anyone. We shall not go easily. Devastation is our trade. Darkness, our home. Rage, our ally.

OOC This is a HORROR event. Creative destruction is the name of the game here. Craft a fiction detailing what happens as we face the interlopers - Troops, the very few Force sensitives aligned with the enemy, or the brutal Star Weirds - that would see us dead. As this is a horror event, submissions will be graded not only on quality and grammar, but also horror content.