"Ah! Such a powerful fleet! This is what we have yearned for all along!"
Hydra sat aboard an Ancestral Glory-class galleon, fleeing into the distance, yet he still marveled.
The remnants of the United Marauders fleeing with him wore the same reverent expressions.
They had been born for battle. Having witnessed humanity's mighty fleet, even a crushing defeat could not break their resolve to pursue strength.
"This isn't the end-we Marauders will rise again! We, too, will have a fleet like that! Power like that!"
Hydra shouted, leading what remained of his fleet onward.
The Human Empire had defeated the United Marauders in a flash, forcing Hydra himself to flee.
He should have lived and died with his fleet, but the sight of humanity's powerful fleet had filled him with longing, then kindled an intense desire.
Hydra craved power. He decided to start over and build a fleet to rival humanity's-or even surpass it.
One defeat could not break him. Instead, it stirred a thought within him: That is what a true hero should be.
"I'll start over! Just you wait!"
After fleeing through the Milky Way for an unknown length of time, they reached another Marauder tribe.
The Bruggan Marauders.
"The merciful Void Mother guides us."
Necroid creatures with exposed bones met with the United Marauders. Every one of these Necroids worshipped a deity called the Void Mother.
"On behalf of the remnants of the United Marauders, I thank our comrades for taking us in." Hydra bowed. He left his warship and boarded the Bruggan Marauders' Starbase.
"Whenever your ships cross the boundless expanse of space, they trespass upon her domain. We strive to appease her wrath. Know that her wrath is truly terrible..."
The Necroids creatures whispered among themselves, while their leader, a Necroids, warmly received Hydra and