Space Era Years 100 — Anno Domini Years 2181.
Capital Bistach, Planet New Hope.
The world was rejoicing in celebration — "The Centennial of Space Civilization."
A hundred years had passed since mankind had first set permanent foothold upon the Moon in 2081.
Every great metropolis within the Galactic Federation shimmered under golden lights,
yet on New Hope — the cradle of humankind's empire — there was unrest beneath the grandeur.
The government of President Michael Andissen, under the counsel of Margaret,
had passed a motion to grant the Earth Republic the right to establish a permanent military base on New Hope
in exchange for vast economic concessions and extraterritorial privileges.
To the people, it was nothing less than the sale of their world.
Fury swept across every city.
Walther von Yigzorch, spokesman of the National Party,
rallied the right-wing masses and veteran legions to march upon the capital.
Ten days of protests engulfed the streets,
clashing with leftist liberals in violent riots that nearly tore the city apart.
To prevent a coup, President Michael dismissed Aelyzabeth von Thors
from all her military commands — citing "national security."
Yet all knew well — it was but fuel to a roaring flame.
The Night of July 15th, Space Era Years 100.
08:00 Hours —
Steel-winged aircraft and riot cruisers screamed through the skies above Bistach.
Within the Parliament, a special session convened to ratify the
"Treaty of Extraterritorial and Free Trade Rights with Earth."
If passed, it would place New Hope under Earth's dominion.
08:37 Hours —
The thunder of engines shook the metropolis.
Armored divisions rolled in from every district.
Soldiers marched in flawless formations —
each bearing a navy armband emblazoned with the Star of New Hope and a black swastika.
A tide of iron advanced beneath banners rippling in the wind.
"Heil Aelyzabeth Thors! Heil Aelyzabeth Thors! Heil Aelyzabeth Thors!"
The chant roared from the streets to the glass towers above.
This was no mob — it was the army itself.
The March of Honour — and the Child of Legend.
At the vanguard, walking before the steel beasts,
was a boy dressed in a black-and-white uniform inspired by the ancient SS.
In his hands he bore the Banner of Thors — a black swastika encircled by a silver star, framed in gold.
The boy was Aerys Vilozyver, cadet lieutenant at the age of eight,
eldest son of Aelyzabeth Thors and General Vito Vilozyver.
His silver eyes now glowed crimson — a reflection of his mother's fire.
Ascending the marble steps of the Parliament, he raised his voice:
"I am Aerys Vilozyver, son of Lord Aelyzabeth Thors.
I pledge my loyalty — to our nation, to our banner, and to my mother!"
His voice, though young, carried the weight of destiny.
The image of the boy's salute was broadcast across the galaxy —
the herald of a new era: The Thorsian Age.
The Arrival of the Lord.
09:22 Hours —
From the horizon came a convoy of jet-black armored carriers,
the leading vehicle adorned with the sigil of the Thunderbolt and Iron Eagle.
When the door opened, Aelyzabeth von Thors emerged.
Clad in the immaculate white uniform of a Supreme Marshal,
her golden hair glimmered in the sunlight,
and her argent eyes shone with the calm of unshakable will.
Behind her marched ten thousand elite troopers of the SSC — Schtuam Schuztavle Cerlinkle.
Their quantum rifles gleamed like a thousand mirrors of war.
She ascended the steps, silent as marble, until she stood at the heart of the Grand Chamber.
When questioned by trembling voices, she spoke — clear, resonant, unyielding.
"Today marks the res novas of New Hope. A government that sells its soul to foreign hands shall stand no longer.
I hereby commence the operation of unstoppable will — OPERATION INDOMINUS INTENUS."
The Seizure of Power.
09:45 Hours —
SSC units sealed the Parliament.
Members of the Democratic Party were detained without resistance.
Aelyzabeth ordered the shutdown of all media channels, save for the New Hope National Channel, and addressed the people of the system:
"I am Aelyzabeth Thors.
I assume the sacred duty of safeguarding our world and our people.
From this moment forth, the corrupt regime is no more.
All power shall be vested in the National Reform Council.
There shall be no return to the depravity of false democracy.
We shall be governed — by the strength of the Fascist Will."
The city erupted in thunderous cries:
"Heil Aelyzabeth Thors! Heil Aelyzabeth Thors!"
Within twelve hours, every division of the armed forces pledged allegiance.
That night, the stars above seemed to burn brighter — as though the heavens themselves bore witness to the birth of a new nation.
At the age of twenty-two, Aelyzabeth von Thors
ascended as the Sovereign Leader of New Hope — ushering in the dawn of the Thorsian Era, an age whose name would echo through a thousand years of history.
Thus ends Chapter C-I.