@RandomCommander @boombox @Boiled_Cabbage @Jenwuf
As the allied fleets make their way closer, some of them begin to notice, oddly enough, that Imperial resistance is nowhere near what it should be at an installation this massive and important.
On one of the stations orbiting the star, Ferana Vakorian has been enjoying some quality time in her private chambers indulging her sadistic tendencies on several victims scheduled to be fused the next day. When her comm goes off with news of the invasion, she makes a short range teleport to the main command area, her hands still caked in blood and viscera. After an aide informs her of the situation, her smile only grows.
"At last, those incompetent fools have finally bestirred themselves. Let them witness the might of the Imperium in their final moments. Fire the Eye."
Circling the star are compressor rings, vital both to the operation of the Forge and to maintaining its integrity so the star doesn't explode and kill everyone in the system. The star is under immense pressure, and a failure in the rings will kill all, friend and foe alike. But then a part of the rings spins in the opposite direction, assembling to wrap around the star's poles and equator. At the midpoint visible to the oncoming fleets, a bright spot begins to flare, then grow. Then a lance of concentrated plasma rakes the GSR fleet at relativistic speeds, leaving shattered and melted ships floating in a cloud of out-gassed oxygen crystals in its wake. Similar lance strikes continue to lash out, one every minute or so.
