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Hevun fell
Those words could not be censored out of existence because they passed at the speed of panic. From mouth to mouth. By filthy human trader and pristine Tu'att military vessel. Whispered in hallways, shouted at deaf grandmothers, passed in code by those who feared it being read by other eyes.
Even by flickering human fingers behind their Tu'atta masters’ backs.
Hevun fell to human rebels.
They had the Majestrix.
Undisputed ruler of six systems, five of which had habitable planets. The only royal whom everyone supported. And an heir-egg on the way!
That word carried just as quickly. Sycophants, loyal to the five already causing strife on Tu'att, carried it quickly to their masters. They then spread it to their loyal followers, who, in turn, shared it with those still devoted to the Majestrix Tarqa.
The humans had the Majestrix and her unlaid heir captive!
It spread to domesticated humans on every planet, in every Tu'atta household and some homes of the native elite. And from there, the gossip mutated.
The Saviour had come.
Their God had awoken from his long slumber and answered their prayers for freedom.
The Angel of Death was eating Tu'att military vessels as they entered Hevun’s space.
The Saviour was a brown-skin who was eight feet tall!
The Saviour was a little girl wrapped in gold!
The Saviour was a mighty warrior who feasted on the corpses of his -or her- enemies.
The Saviour was an ancient taskmaster bought back from the dead by the finger of God, on an unstoppable quest to free those who she once ruled.
They could command an army of Angels! They could send Tu'atta soldiers mad! Words of fire appeared on the walls! Weather was under their control! God visited plagues upon the Tu'att! the Saviour bought pestilence among the guilty!
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