The Arborec Annihilation, as it came to be known, hid yet other dramatic events. The Saar had disappeared, nobody knew where, nor did anyone much care. The Xxcha, too, had seemingly vanished. Rumours abounded that, disgusted by the violent actions of the other races, they had found a way to construct an impenetrable opaque field around their entire home system - the ultimate insurance of privacy. Likewise, the Ghosts of Creuss - with their ever-impenetrable intentions - suddenly closed off their wormholes and dimensional tears. No trace or evidence of them could be found in the galactic ether - it was as if the other races had suffered from a collective hallucination.
A different set of events enveloped the L1z1x Mindnet. The screams of horror and abject terror emanating from their homeworld did not register at all with the other races, so preoccupied were they with the Arborec. A pity. Else they might have been more prepared for the return of the Nekro Virus.
Neither were the L1Z1X the only ones to be reacquainted with an old foe. The Jol-Nar had taken a calculated gamble when reemerging from their self-imposed exile. They knew enough to understand what would happen should they leave the safety of their aquatic environments, but the lure of the Mecatol throne was too great. Calculations were made, and the risk was deemed acceptable. And in another part of the galaxy, the stars themselves appeared to grow brighter, fiercer, angrier. The Embers of Muaat would not pass on this opportunity to incinerate their former slavemasters.
The new political climate presented new opportunities for the old races. The Winnu had breathed a sigh of relief when they found out that the Xxcha obstacle was gone, and set their sights firmly on Mecatol Rex once again. The Hacan and the Mentak once again turned their minds to what they did best, making a profit from the ambitions of the other races, whilst all the time looking for their own opportunity to steal the throne - the Mentak had come so agonisingly close last time, there was no reason why they could not do so again. As usual, the Solarians had learned nothing from their setbacks and faults, and made ready to try again.
And in a not-so-distant corner of the galaxy, a fleet of trade ships and their escort were blown into millions of pieces as massive war ships flew past without care. They called themselves a Barony now, but soon, very soon, they would be the Letnev Imperium.
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