The bombardment continued, thermonuclear warheads briefly blossoming into blinding bouquets of flame against the void barrier.
As a frontline Star Fortress built by the Kree Empire, it had once served as a forward base and supply depot for void warfare, forming part of the void defense line. But now, Attilan had lost most of its strategic support capabilities. If not for those dismantled missile silos, Laser Cannons, and point-defense systems, the Kree Empire would never have allowed such an important asset to be lost for nothing. The four war slave clans that had once shed blood for the Kree Empire, along with the Civilian Clans newly transferred to the Moon by the Kree Empire research outpost, would never have had the chance to bury Attilan inside a crater and use it as their refuge. They held themselves in high regard while trembling in fear, struggling on in miserable existence. They feared the Kree Empire discovering Attilan, yet took pride in their former status as war slaves. Damn it, they even still spoke Kree and used Kree Script, even though Inhuman throats were not suited to that language.
This was a Star Fortress.
A Star Fortress had a bridge and numerous shield systems. The outermost shield had been breached in the initial bombardment, while the second and third layers had been crippled by the assault teams' attack. Only the shield protecting the bridge still held. As the core of the Star Fortress, the bridge was also the only place in Attilan from which one could see the void outside after it had been buried. Starlight shimmered above the massive circular dome, while several white trails of flame carved long paths through the brilliant river of stars. Medusa raised her head to look overhead, faint light reflected in her bright, beautiful green