Here is the fifthteen installment, the end of the road! I hope you enjoy.
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“The Fall”
Suddenly facing invasions form all sides, Atarmis ordered all ships to all borders to help hold enemy fleets off. But the fleets were not able to mobilize quite as quick due to the fact the enemy was swarming in, in overwhelming numbers. One of the worst things was the Acreans went for the economic jugular, they took out the Magarian trade routes with the Altarians. With fleets being attacked everywhere, holes were opened up In the Magarian defenses, enemy forces then began coming in and conducting raids on Magarian core planets. Atarmis was furious, he had not prepared for a war around the core planets, the main Magarian fleets were out amongst the border planets.

With the sudden turn of the war widespread panic gripped the planets, for if the core planets were being attacked, the end must be near. Then the ultimate betrayal happened, the Altarians seeing a weakening rival, made their move. Netro Mancer contacted Prime Minister Atarmis.
“Prime Minister Atarmis, with you now in a weakened state, and our income from you gone, we no longer have any use for you, WE WANT YOUR WORLDS!”
“How in the hell can you do this to us, we came to your aid when you needed it, we have been nothing but a friend to you. Now you backstab us, you will suffer for this injustice.” Atarmis angrily shouted at Netro Mancer.
“You are weak you have transports near us, and frankly we just used you, prepare to meet your doom!” Netro Mancer snapped back.
“You are the lowest of the low, you will never have our worlds, we will defend them till the very end, we will destroy our worlds before we let you set foot on them. GO TO HELL!” Atarmis belted back, and ceased transmission.
Atarmis knew though that the Magarian Republic was in deep trouble, he quickly ordered Arlin back to Magaria to establish a blockade around the planet to protect the capital. Then a report came into him form Altura along the Acrean border.
“This is the Altura defense force, we are taking very heavy fire and our not equipped to handle this size of an attack, we need emergency assistance!”
“We will send help as quickly as we can, but we are overwhelmed at the moment, what is your current status?” Atarmis asked, but there was no reply.
“Get me the governor of Altura!” Atarmis barked at his secretary.
“Governor! What is your status, I can not get a hold of the defense fleet?”
“That is because they are GONE! We need help now, the planet in under fire, send an evacuation fleet!” The Governor in a panic asked.
“Ok, Ok we are sending some transports for the civilians now, be prepared to evacuate!” Atarmis ordered the governor.
Then a message came in from Macrinus IV.
“This is Macrinus IV, we are being invaded by the Korx, our defense force is gone and troops are landing, we need HELP!”
Atarmis answered, “we are sending transports for the civilians now, be prepared to be evacuated.”
Atarmis under increasing amount of stress contacted commander Arlin.
“Where are you, what is your status?”
“We are in route to Magaria and the Core worlds, we are moving as quickly as we can!”
“Hurry the hell up, we are having to evacuate the civilians for the border Core worlds, we are under attack from every side.” Atarmis shouted to Arlin
“We will be their soon, just hold on!” Arlin said trying to calm Atarmis down.
On May first, 2229, Atarmis received word that Macrinus IV had fallen to the Korx, and that the entire population was slaughtered before they could be evacuated. Then the Hector and Petroni forces transmitted to Atramis.

“This is the Hector and Petroni systems defense forces, we are retreating to Magaria, we can not hold out any longer against the Altarians, send evacuation transports to the planets effected immediately.”
“We have received your request, and are sending the transports, fall back to Magaria, and we will reorganize there.” Atarmis relayed to them.
On 15 of May, 2229, Arlin finally made it to Magaria to aid in the defense of the capital, but Atarmis had just received word that the planet Tilmar had fallen to the Altarians. Atarmis contacted Arlin.
“We need a new strategy. Our planets are falling left and right, we need to push our enemies back.”
“Agreed, we can not afford to let anymore of our planets fall. We will push back as quickly as we can!” Arlin responded.
“Where is captain Brini, I have not heard from him recently, he has not answered any of my hails.” Atarmis asked.
“I regret to tell you his fleet was wiped out by the Yor along the Yor border when they were trying to evacuate civilians off of Poseidon III.”
“Shoot! Why wasn’t I notified of this sooner? Atarmis demanded.
“The Yor have taken out all the sub-space relays across the border sectors, we have no communication from there.” Arlin responded.
On the eighth of June, 2229 Arlins’ fleet engaged the Altarian fleet heading for Magaria.
“This is commander Arlin preparing to engage the enemy fleet!”
Atarmis responded, “Be careful you are our last hope!”
“We are taking heavy fire, they have six battle ships! We have lost a couple of ships already!” Arlin, in a panic reported.
“Pull out Arlin we can not afford to lose you, get back here NOW!” Atarmis demanded.
“I can never withdraw, it is not in my blood! Our shields are beginning to fail, but I think we can take them.”
“Get out of there now, you are in extreme danger, GET OUT NOW!”
“Our shields are failing! Prime Minister Atarmis it has been an honor serving the Magarian Republic, you believed in me when no one else would, I could think of no better way to go out, protecting what I cherish most.”
Atarmis called back. “It is not too late, pull out, save yourself!”
“I can’t, it is too late, I won’t abandon my fleet, promise me you will not let the Republic fall, it is the last light in this galaxy.” Arlin said as a thunderous boom was heard over the Com.
“ARLIN are you there, come in Arlin, SPEAK TO ME!” Atarmis commanded.
It was of no use the Altarian battleships had destroyed Commander Arlins fleet.

Now with the loss of Commander Arlin, Atarmis was alone. On the 15 of June the report that Togura had fallen came in. Then Altura fell to the Acreans, with few fleets left, the planets of the Magarian Republic began to fall to the aggressors. With barely any fleets left near the core planets, the government fled Magaria.
“Prime Minister Atarmis, the Altarians are coming, we are evacuating to Betelgeuse, we believe we can hold out longer their!” Representative Remir told Atarmis.
“I can’t believe this is happening, shouldn’t we stay and fight! This is our home world, we can’t just abandon it to the Altarians!” Atarmis responded.
As most of the Congress fled to Betelgeuse, Atarmis received word that Zabra had fallen to the Altarians and that Altarian fleets were heading for Magaria. At the same time word was received that the Thalan Empire had finally given in to their enemies.
Then on the 22 of September the Altarians invaded Magaria, and Atarmis refusing to leave his beloved planet, prepared to command the ground troops.
“We may not survive the day, but let this be a battle for the history books! We will not surrender our home planet without a fight, lets take as many of the Altarians out with us, for this is our home!”
With Atarmis’s fateful speech, the Magarian ground forces prepared for engagement. The Altarians charged the Magarian forces protecting the capital city, they came down with the furry of the gods. They struck and blasted through the Magarian lines, laying down millions of troops, as they began a tidal disrupter bombardment. Atarmis with the anger of the Magarian people, led the last charge against the Altarian shock troops, put they were completely wiped out upon the capital plaza, and the Altarian general approached the injured Atarmis.
“You may have this planet, you may conquer the galaxy, but you will never destroy the sprit of the Magarian people, we will be avenged!”
With that the Altarian general shot Atarmis with his plasma pistol and the Great Prime Minister of the Magarian Republic was killed.

With the fall of Magaria, the Magarian Republic quickly began to collapse and fall to its enemies. Though parts of the empire continued to hold out it became only a matter of time before the rest of the planets and the temporary capital, Betelgeuse would fall, and finally they did.

Though the Magarian Republic seemed strong, and they were, they were just no match against four enemies. Through betrayal and manipulation the Magarian Republic had been undone, and for now this was the end of the road for the Magarian people. Maybe one day the Magarian Republic will rise again.

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I really hope everyone enjoyed this read, I had a lot of fun writing it. Everything that took place in this AAR was taken directly from the game I was playing, and transformed into a narrative. Again I hope you enjoyed, and I plan on writing more, feel free to comment!
Thanks, AlexAtticus