(What are you fighting for?)
"The influence of the Constellations is fading, Altair."
"Sol and his followers have grown too powerful. Those ingrates don't understand what they're doing!"
"They will destroy the peace we have brokered with the planets if they keep up this childish rebellion."
"Altair, you are my brightest star, for the good of our people, we must go to war."
Aquila stared deeply into the eyes of his vassal.
"I am counting on you, Altair. Deal with them."
Noxious gas leaked from the cracks on the blasted rock beneath his feet. Altair shook off the soot in his fur.
That was a rough landing. He already hated this place. His home, the celestial lands, were where his friends and family were anxiously waiting. Aquila had been clear, however, and Altair was not to return until he had done his duty. Sol and his traitorous followers had recruited a newly formed planet, Earth, to their cause. Singular stars were not meant to be so powerful. For centuries the Will of the 88 Constellations had governed their galaxy, ruling over the stars. Now, Sol and Earth led a rebellion against them. Altair, if he wished to retake his place in the sky, could not let this happen.
The fall from the heavens to the barren rock his mission had taken him too was brutal. The heat had been overwhelming. Had Altair been a lesser star, he would have surely perished. Centuries of work had gone into attaining Aquila's favor, nearly a
millennium. The star sighed, feeling every year of his existence sitting on his shoulders like a blackhole, waiting to consume him. Aquila was.... a fair Constellation at least. Altair tensed, his thoughts were nearing dangerous territory. But, there were other stars who suffered far worse fates at the hands of their Regents.
The stories he had overheard from those who lived under the guidance of Orion.... Altair shuddered, brushing his thoughts aside. Much as he loathed this conflict, Altair was not blind as to the cause of it. The 88 had vast power, and some used it to be cruel.
Still, The star thought to himself, leaping out of his crater,
This union between stars and planets is unnatural. What Sol is thinking, trying to work with Earth, I can't begin to fathom. They're starting a war, not just with the stars, either. "It's unprecedented." He murmured, glancing warily toward the sky. "The destruction this act of rebellion could cause, the loss of life, do they not care? Or do they really think total war is the only option?"
Altair grimaced, cold certainty seeping into his mind. "I can't allow you to do this, Sol. The 88 are- no, might be, no,
are-" he grit his teeth. "The 88 are tyrants. But our people will suffer even more if you instigate this now." The star shut his eyes, grim determination welling in his chest.
"I
will end this rebellion, not for the 88, not for Aquila, but for the good of our people."
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