of their enemy while the rest of Star Force
fought the major battles.
It was the small ones that were winning the lizards
the most territory, and there it was that Canderous had to counter them, at
least in this small piece of the galaxy. And as was typical of the Canderians,
they were eager for the lizards to get to them, for as many engagements as
they’d had against the Skarrons they’d seen less combat than others. And for a
purely military civilization that just wouldn’t do, hence their volunteering
for this part of the master plan before Paul had even had a chance to suggest
them for it.
Within two days the first of the processed ore
shipments arrived in the seda and the factories began to come alive, building
structural components and other parts needed to begin constructing larger
mining facilities on the moons. Those would then produce more output and the
process would snowball as it had many times before as Canderous followed well-established
colonization protocols. It would be a few years before they had another seda
built, but once they did the personnel reinforcements would start flowing in
from the ADZ and the Point 6 outpost would continue to grow, eventually
producing its own starships and everything else they’d need, increasing the patrols
and area around the system that they were monitoring.
Like little balloons, their detection and monitoring
range grew out spherically, creating a ‘safe’ zone for the locals that the
lizards were not aware of. It would be 16 years before Point 6 saw their first
sign of enemy incursion, but when it came they’d be ready and the lizards
wouldn’t know where the resistance was coming from, further confounding their
expeditionary forces as to the location of the enemy and where the weak spots
were for them to spread into.
Naru flew a few feet over
the floor, carrying a small satchel as the Nestafar’s hummingbird-like wings accelerated to compensate for the extra weight. She was
on her way to a birthing ceremony and had forgot the gift, scurrying back to
her quarters to get it and hoping to arrive in time. One of her maturia sisters
was giving birth to 3 new members of the Nestafar civilization, with each one
celebrated as a blessing now that word of their race’s extinction was common
knowledge across the ADZ.
Most didn’t know that some of them remained, as wards
of Star Force and tucked away on a private planet with a few other races that
had suffered similar ill fate. Those were either in a waiting state, with their
future uncertain, or they’d chosen to remain wards and forgo any ideas of
independence. Star Force was gracious enough to extend that option, with their
needs being taken care of in perpetuity, with no worries about surviving into
the future.
The Nestafar were past the waiting stage now, and
chose to live in seclusion. Their population was small, small enough to fill
only three large cities on the planet with a fourth slowly under construction.
They had no dreams of one day rebuilding their huge civilization, but in simply
making a place for themselves to live here, peaceably, and to do their small
part in helping the overall empire and ADZ thrive…but from a distance.
Part of the desire for seclusion was the lingering
resentment in the ADZ against the Nestafar, but as that gradually died out over
time along with those who had lived during that era, the Nestafar that had
turned their backs on their own empire and fled to Star Force simply no longer
had the desire for glory. They wanted to build, but not expand, making their
granted cities a new home they could be proud of, and welcoming each new member
into the fold immediately as they arrived.
The birthing ceremony was one of Naru’s favorites, but one that she’d only been on the other side of once. It was
pleasure mixed with pain, but it marked not only the end of the pregnancy but
the beginning of the younglings’ journey as they were transitioned into a
maturia within