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The Colosians are a warm and friendly<br />
people to those that they call allies, but they<br />
treat their foes with nothing less than allout<br />
spite. They have few friends, being naturally<br />
suspicious of all. They believe in looking<br />
out for number one, and they expect<br />
everyone they meet to be doing the exact<br />
same thing.<br />
On the surface, it seems that they often<br />
are incapable of grasping the political<br />
subtleties of a situation, but in reality, it’s<br />
usually that they simply don’t care. When<br />
they need to, though, they can be the craftiest<br />
of foes, particularly in war, one method<br />
of handling a situation in which they are<br />
extremely skilled.<br />
The Draconians’ greatest Terran allies<br />
are the people of House Colos. It was the<br />
Colosians that introduced the Draconians<br />
to the Terrans and then revealed to the<br />
Draconians the Primates’ interest in humanity.<br />
This convinced the Draconians that<br />
humanity could possibly be of better use<br />
to them than simply as slaves, much to the<br />
Colosians’ relief.<br />
Since their return, the Colosians have<br />
spent a great deal of their time reestablishing<br />
themselves as a power to be reckoned<br />
with in Terran space. Accompanied by their<br />
newfound Promethean allies, they led a<br />
successful invasion of their former capital<br />
planet: Colosia. From there, they have been<br />
reaching out to take back some of their<br />
former properties, as well as a few that once<br />
belonged to others. All of this is fair play to<br />
the Colosians, as they consider any property<br />
held by the Hatchlings to be up for<br />
grabs by any that dare to claim it.<br />
sector. How could they<br />
stand up to the concentrated<br />
efforts of the<br />
entire Imperial armed<br />
forces and all of its<br />
allies? But far from<br />
sailing to an easy<br />
victory, the Terrans<br />
were now desperately<br />
battling for their very<br />
lives.<br />
“It was that damned<br />
doomsday device,” the<br />
Duke spat. “It should<br />
have worked! But<br />
instead, it only brought<br />
more of those filthy<br />
Grubs.”<br />
Suddenly the dormant<br />
comscreen in the<br />
Duke’s personal quarters<br />
flickered to life. It was<br />
Andrei Salakhov. “Yes,<br />
General,” the Duke<br />
grumbled, “how can I<br />
help you?” His tone left<br />
little doubt that he<br />
would have the<br />
commander’s head if his<br />
solitude had been<br />
broken for some triviality.<br />
The past few weeks<br />
had been traumatic, and<br />
despite the anti-aging<br />
treatments he underwent<br />
regularly, the Duke<br />
was starting to feel more<br />
than his years.<br />
“Your Excellency, I<br />
beg your pardon. You<br />
asked to be notified<br />
with vital news.”<br />
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