In the year 2152, the British Empire faced it's greatest threat. It had easily quelled the coloinal uprisings of the 18th and 19th centuries. In the 20th century, dictatorship and the totalitarianism of the vicious German armies threw the world into a 25 year war that nevertheless saw the Empire once more victorious, putting down the idea of canine supremacy after a long and bloody conflict. An uneasy truce was made with the Soviet Union, forcing the Germans to fight on two fronts and weakening them just enough to ensure their final defeat.
But, the Soviets were not satisfied with the terms of their treaty with the Empire. And, once more, the world was led to the brink of war. The long feared nuclear confrontation with the East came in the middle of the 21st century. Before it had ended, much of the world and the lands of the British Empire which had covered nearly 3/4 of it's surface were rendered unusable.
But, the Soviets fell. Once more, the British spirit of perseverance against all ods had allowed them to prevail. And the world began to rebuild. Now, every nation that had once resisted British rule turned to the last superpower left on Earth, the only way to guarantee their continued survival... to join the Empire.
In the early days of the 22nd Century, the Royal Space Force was formed. Resources left untapped since the days of the Soviet war were tapped and great ships were built to explore the planets. Mercury, Mars, Venus and points beyond were reached and explored and settled. A new age of colonial expansion had begun.
Then, the Britons now comfortable in their unchallenged roles as leaders of the Great British Empire were thrown once more into a conflict that they could never have been prepared for. In the summer of 2152, They came.
They called themselves The Dragons. Fearsome, reptilian and alien, they swept into our solar system from somewhere far beyond in great dreadnaught ships seeking the resources that the worlds of the Empire offered. Overnight, Her Majesty's Royal Space Force was transformed from a peaceful force of exploration to our last line of defense against the Dragons.
The Dragonian War lasted for decades, costing millions of lives on either side. As the Dragons slowly advanced their lines, reaching the moons of Jupiter despite all attempts to repel them, all appeared to be lost.
Until, a squirrel from the outskirts of London, newly appointed a General in the RSF, led his troops on a daring mission into the heart of Dragon controlled space. Using a prototype gravitational cannon, the general and his forces turned the tide of battle, driving the Dragons from their outposts at every encounter.
In the end, a massive battle was fought in orbit above Neptune. The HMS Unspoken, flagship of the Royal Fleet squared off against the Dragonian Command ship. Even with their new weaponry, some say the battle would still have been lost to the Dragons, had the General not made his final move. In a maelstrom of energy, the Unspoken collided with the Dragonian ship and self-destructed. The General sacrificed his ship and his life, pausing only to let as many of his crew as possible escape, in order to save the Empire and her people.
After the battle at Neptune the Dragons fled the Solar System, apparently lost and broken without their command ship. At long last, peace descended once more upon the British Empire.
Breeze grew up in the days after the war. His childhood was spent passing idyllic days in the English countryside, listening wide-eyed to the tales of the exploits of the father he had never known, the General who gave his life to save England and her Empire. He had been honoured posthumously by the Queen herself. Breeze attended secondary school at an institution named after his father. He longed to fly to the stars himself, to see the sights his father had once seen. All he had were some grainy photographs and letters sent home to his mother and, once, to him.
"Always remember who you are," his father had written. "Carry it with you, and you will never see defeat. Soon, I hope, the war will be over. I look forward to the day when I can see you at last. My son."
Breeze carried the letter with him always. He knew that his father was truly gone, but it never stopped him from dreaming that one day, if he flew far enough and high enough, he would find him... somehow.
So, at the age of 16, Breeze enlisted in Her Majesty's Royal Space Force and joined the academy. His training was swift, and he excelled, putting every effort he had into following in his father's footsteps. One year later, he received his first assigment as pilot aboard the HMS Starkind, a patrol and supply ship running to Saturn and back. Stepping onto the platform, he cast his eyes to the heavens as if he could peer right through the bright blue sky and see his father up there, somewhere, staring down at him and smiling. It truly felt to him as if something was beginning.
But, there was danger in the stars as well. For when the Dragons had retreated, they had not fled far. Settling in far flung outposts on Sedna and the smaller planetoids well beyond the orbit of Pluto and the warm rays of the Sun, they bided their time, licking their wounds and remembering their defeat at their now hated enemies. They set about rebuilding their fleet and always, always watched unseen, probing and studying their quarry. Now desperate to understand the enemy that they had once so mistakenly underestimated, they conducted raids in secret, stealing test subjects in an effort to discover any strengths or weaknesses in them.
The Dragons whispered their most solemn oath in the cold darkness... to see the mighty British Empire fall. For the Second Dragonian War was about to begin.
Colored version of the gift I drew for my good friend and my mate,
Breeze
Cause he's wonderful. ^_^
Color and inking is copyright to the amazing
Krechevskoy If you haven't gone to check out his gallery then there's something wrong with you.
Story and Line art is copyright to me and my lion paws...
And Breeze's character is copyright to himself. *hugs
* Love you, squirrel!!
But, the Soviets were not satisfied with the terms of their treaty with the Empire. And, once more, the world was led to the brink of war. The long feared nuclear confrontation with the East came in the middle of the 21st century. Before it had ended, much of the world and the lands of the British Empire which had covered nearly 3/4 of it's surface were rendered unusable.
But, the Soviets fell. Once more, the British spirit of perseverance against all ods had allowed them to prevail. And the world began to rebuild. Now, every nation that had once resisted British rule turned to the last superpower left on Earth, the only way to guarantee their continued survival... to join the Empire.
In the early days of the 22nd Century, the Royal Space Force was formed. Resources left untapped since the days of the Soviet war were tapped and great ships were built to explore the planets. Mercury, Mars, Venus and points beyond were reached and explored and settled. A new age of colonial expansion had begun.
Then, the Britons now comfortable in their unchallenged roles as leaders of the Great British Empire were thrown once more into a conflict that they could never have been prepared for. In the summer of 2152, They came.
They called themselves The Dragons. Fearsome, reptilian and alien, they swept into our solar system from somewhere far beyond in great dreadnaught ships seeking the resources that the worlds of the Empire offered. Overnight, Her Majesty's Royal Space Force was transformed from a peaceful force of exploration to our last line of defense against the Dragons.
The Dragonian War lasted for decades, costing millions of lives on either side. As the Dragons slowly advanced their lines, reaching the moons of Jupiter despite all attempts to repel them, all appeared to be lost.
Until, a squirrel from the outskirts of London, newly appointed a General in the RSF, led his troops on a daring mission into the heart of Dragon controlled space. Using a prototype gravitational cannon, the general and his forces turned the tide of battle, driving the Dragons from their outposts at every encounter.
In the end, a massive battle was fought in orbit above Neptune. The HMS Unspoken, flagship of the Royal Fleet squared off against the Dragonian Command ship. Even with their new weaponry, some say the battle would still have been lost to the Dragons, had the General not made his final move. In a maelstrom of energy, the Unspoken collided with the Dragonian ship and self-destructed. The General sacrificed his ship and his life, pausing only to let as many of his crew as possible escape, in order to save the Empire and her people.
After the battle at Neptune the Dragons fled the Solar System, apparently lost and broken without their command ship. At long last, peace descended once more upon the British Empire.
Breeze grew up in the days after the war. His childhood was spent passing idyllic days in the English countryside, listening wide-eyed to the tales of the exploits of the father he had never known, the General who gave his life to save England and her Empire. He had been honoured posthumously by the Queen herself. Breeze attended secondary school at an institution named after his father. He longed to fly to the stars himself, to see the sights his father had once seen. All he had were some grainy photographs and letters sent home to his mother and, once, to him.
"Always remember who you are," his father had written. "Carry it with you, and you will never see defeat. Soon, I hope, the war will be over. I look forward to the day when I can see you at last. My son."
Breeze carried the letter with him always. He knew that his father was truly gone, but it never stopped him from dreaming that one day, if he flew far enough and high enough, he would find him... somehow.
So, at the age of 16, Breeze enlisted in Her Majesty's Royal Space Force and joined the academy. His training was swift, and he excelled, putting every effort he had into following in his father's footsteps. One year later, he received his first assigment as pilot aboard the HMS Starkind, a patrol and supply ship running to Saturn and back. Stepping onto the platform, he cast his eyes to the heavens as if he could peer right through the bright blue sky and see his father up there, somewhere, staring down at him and smiling. It truly felt to him as if something was beginning.
But, there was danger in the stars as well. For when the Dragons had retreated, they had not fled far. Settling in far flung outposts on Sedna and the smaller planetoids well beyond the orbit of Pluto and the warm rays of the Sun, they bided their time, licking their wounds and remembering their defeat at their now hated enemies. They set about rebuilding their fleet and always, always watched unseen, probing and studying their quarry. Now desperate to understand the enemy that they had once so mistakenly underestimated, they conducted raids in secret, stealing test subjects in an effort to discover any strengths or weaknesses in them.
The Dragons whispered their most solemn oath in the cold darkness... to see the mighty British Empire fall. For the Second Dragonian War was about to begin.
Colored version of the gift I drew for my good friend and my mate,
BreezeCause he's wonderful. ^_^
Color and inking is copyright to the amazing
Krechevskoy If you haven't gone to check out his gallery then there's something wrong with you.Story and Line art is copyright to me and my lion paws...
And Breeze's character is copyright to himself. *hugs
* Love you, squirrel!!
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