It has been twelve long years since our patriarch, Lycaon brought us here. Here, to Olympus - to our home. All of his original Dedicates were long dead, save one. The first Divinated and most loyal to our Master, Silenus now watched over the frozen vallies of Olympus. Our home was not a friendly environment for our mortal bodies, easily bitten by the cold. It was a warm day in the Valley here on Olympus, almost bearable to go out without being iced over. Negative forty-one degrees Celsius was the high on this planet and winter now gave passage to summer as the frost storms ravaged the land far to the south and east.
Our planet was large and wrinkled with mountain ranges which spanned the entirety of our home. The highest peak, towering 68,000 feet high was aptly named Mount Olympus. The vast valley beneath stretched six miles out in all directions before reaching a barrier of rocky precipices giving way to further ranges.
We had come here, enduring the harsh environments of Nomad space. We lost four transports of men and supplies coming here, leaving almost six thousand dead; lost to the flames which came and died in the emptiness of space. The Liberty Navy blockaded us through Alaska, yet we persevered tearing through their forces. Yet they were not the cause of our loss. The Krakens as the Old ones called them devastated us, releasing their Divine might unto us.
Outside Olympus, high above our frigid atmosphere, the destroyer Charon and her fleet of over one hundred ships stood guard. The Keepers of New Greece had supplied the Brotherhood soon after our arrival to Olympus and our flagship now held command entirely of the fleet. The ruby colored ship floated in anticipation as dozens of energy readings spiked onto their radar from behind the sun. We had lost contact with three small stations positioned around the Omicron-99 jump hole, each containing around fifty men. A distress signal was recieved from one of the stations before their signal was lost.
Then contact was lost. Neither of the other two stations sent word and we feared that they had been annihilated before they were able to send a distress call, or even further information.
A low energy sattelite was still giving us feed on how many energy spikes occurred and was consistant in its readings of Nomad energy signals. Supposedly the aliens hadn't detected it, or perhaps they wanted us to know they were coming... As a sort of scare tactic or something. Either way, they were coming.
Silenus had made the decision to send twelve ships to investigate this occurance. And so the Charon fueled its fighters and sent the Odysseus and the Heracles, two newly developed Outcast gunships to scout the road ahead and later report.
