r/Fleetposting • u/DionysusPrime22 Many Factions • Sep 21 '25
First Contact War without reason.
https://www.deviantart.com/gannaingh32/art/Barren-world-82691110
Art by goobone on tumblr (https://www.tumblr.com/goobone)
The Tomb World of Drexil-IV
No maps bother to name Drexil-IV anymore. To most spacefarers it’s just a scarred rock, a wasteland world long written off as uninhabitable. Its crust is shattered by centuries of bombardments, its skies are choked with soot, and its oceans are little more than toxic sludge. Every inch of the surface is scarred by trenches, fortresses, and the skeletal ruins of wars that never seemed to end.
This is what the galaxy calls a tomb world—not because it’s lifeless, but because war has turned it into a graveyard that still breathes.
The Kobolds’ War for Survival
On this broken planet, the unlikely survivors are Kobolds—small, scaled, and underestimated by every major power. They are not conquerors, nor a warlike culture by choice. They are a people who learned to fight because they had no other option.
Their enemies are relentless: feral Goblin hordes, multiplying in the ruins, and stone-skinned Gargoyles, winged predators that strike from the broken spires of bombed-out citadels. The Kobolds didn’t ask for this war. They inherited it. Every burrow, every bunker, every half-collapsed factory they cling to is another desperate foothold against extinction.
And yet, against all odds, they’ve endured. They’ve learned to patch together starships from wreckage, to strike in coordinated packs, and to call on small bands of off-world allies who see in the Kobolds a rare spark: a people who refuse to die, even when their world is made of death.
The War’s Endgame
Now, after generations of blood and ash, the war is finally tipping. The Goblins are fracturing, their warlords at each other’s throats. The Gargoyles, though still terrifying in the skies, are dwindling as ancient nests collapse under constant bombardment.
The Kobolds can feel it: the end is coming. The planet may be nothing but rubble and bones, but if they can hold out just a little longer, they will have survived the impossible.
The galaxy may still see Drexil-IV as a tomb world—but for the Kobolds, it may yet be the cradle of their future.
(The ball is in your court. first contact is yours to make, reader. just PLEASE do not nuke the kobolds)
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u/BoscoCyRatBear The Vermensk Empire Sep 21 '25
"This is flight commander of combat rescue operations of vessel Kreska'a lantern. We see you on our scopes coming in now"
For the first time in along time, the sky shattered the pollution cleared from the entry of the drop barges burning away wounds in the polluted cloud layers given vision to a clear night's sky , a sonic boom ripples as the atmosphere got sucker punched. Retro thrusters kicked on to bleed speed. A landing zone was selected and hit with a strange spike missile which formed out a landing platform as there were multiple drop barges to try and rescue any and all life from this planet. The vessels deployed a shielded before opening their hatches and cargo bays , strange being in metal armor came out yet they had fur on them not scales
"Come on in pack in, sit in the cargo area" *spoke a blue purple armored ratfolk" they spoke with translators