Kira stood on the observation deck, watching the Generator in the distance. It was still humming. Still pouring out its endless blue bounty. But her tanks were rusting. Her soldiers had deserted to become miners and merchants. Frontier had disbanded entirely.
The battle for the Crystal Generator lasted three hours. Frontier threw everything they had— Isidas , Vulcans , even the experimental Brutus artillery. Armada responded with a ferocity born of desperate hope. Kira stood on the observation deck, watching the
For the third week, the economy of both corporations collapsed. When a resource is infinite, it becomes worthless. The Generals could no longer pay their troops. Mercenaries laughed at the offer of "unlimited Crystals." What good was a mountain of fuel if there was nothing to buy? But her tanks were rusting
For the first week, the battles were larger than ever. Tanks filled the canyons like swarms of locusts. Crystals rained from the sky as ammunition. The ground shook non-stop from the thunder of Thunder guns and Freeze blasts. The battle for the Crystal Generator lasted three hours
"Turn it off," Kira ordered, her hand on her sidearm.
She had won. There was no one left to fight.
Thorne laughed, a broken, ecstatic sound. "Why? This is peace, General. With this, no one ever has to fight over a resource again. Give a Generator to Armada. Give one to Frontier. The war ends today."