The Battle of Four Stars.
From the Stars of the Sea, to the Sea of the Stars.
Trade East. Ravage West. Explore South. Come home to the North.
The Compass of the Norseman
It seems like Aeons ago, when the last great Fleet of the Vikings clashed with tyrants from the Empire. The last great battle of the Norsemen, before they were forever lost amid the Gods and Jotunns in Valhalla.
Come, have a listen to the tale from beyond the Veil of Time.
Amid eight suns in the Maia system, the norse fleet awaited.
Jotunn battleships and heavy Cruisers, with clouds of fighters surrounded.
Naglfar and Sleipner, our greatest glories.
Innherred and Steinkjer will live, in song and stories
The Gugnir Fighterwing, counting hundreds.
Seemed indeed a fleet of abundance.
Trading travel was their mission status
Fleet amassed from prior animus
Rumors of aggressors assembling force
Made Vikings choose a defended course
Dreading massive hostile incursions
Traders were winged by outfitted champions
Though traders were the old Norse folk,
Their lust for battle best not invoke
Skill with weapons are taught to babes
Be it beam lasers or shield and blades
Rarely seen is their match in war
As they ever strive to appease Týr and Thor
On their starlit way to journeys end
Opposing ships began to apprehend
The last Jarl of Viking warband
Halted convoy to make a stand
In deep space of Maia system
They hope pursuers may pass them
Alas,the tyrants found their quarry
But norsemen ensured a dear-bought glory
Battle commenced with taunts and much bravado
Lasers flared like a shimmering, savage tornado
As eight suns burned in bright vicinity
Foes were dispatched to dark infinity
Proud majesties of opposing crews
Took instruction from each violent muse
New solutions to age old quandaries
Gave way for many new atrocities
Souls were torn in every way asunder
As humanity’s essence itself went under