3.50.

  Yunono relaxed her vigil as the situation with Rosantea diminished itself naturally. She relaxed as time went on and the idea that Earth truly was the birthplace of humanity was never widely broadcast, despite the fact that Earth widely considered it to be true and its allies must have seen the evidence by now.

  But then, perhaps the governments had developed their own plans to deal with the origin system in the fifty thousand years since High Command was disbanded. Her military access didn’t give her perfect insight into everyone’s networks, especially those which were set up recently.

  Simply calling the origin system a regular darkworld was an effective tactic at defending it, she admitted. It was only Eodar’s report which had triggered the activation of Taskforce Ragnarok. If that hadn’t happened, then …

  Then Rosantea would have won the war, she realized, reflecting on the battle. Earth wouldn’t have had the Last Son of Eodar in place. Or at least she did not believe that they would have. And neither would they have had the Einherjar.

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  She sighed, contemplating the state of the universe. The Xenocides she ordered were set to be carried out at a word from her. The forces were in place, hidden, ready to descend upon the worlds of humanities enemies in a wave of death and destruction which would slaughter billions of xenosapients.

  But yet now that they were in place, she hesitated.

  If Earth was announced as the origin system, as she knew it to be, then she would initiate the purge, she decided. Until then, she would keep her finger off of the metaphorical button. But it hovered ever so close to it, ready to press it if the Thraxacians or the other species so much as looked at Earth funny.

  Until then, she continued to evaluate the situation among the stars.

  Waiting.

  Watching.

  Ready to strike.