War, as said before, could be a casual word, and at the same time, the depiction of the cruelest of meat grinders with an abyssal mouth capable and ready to swallow just about anything and anyone close, like a tempest that never cared whether those in its way had had a choice or not.
But beyond that, beyond all the chaos, the grit and the grim, the killings and the destruction, it was an opportunity, for the capable ones, the ambitious ones, those… in positions high enough to look down on and not care about the rest, paying attention and showing consideration only when mercy found some way into their hearts, or when it served their interests.
All of that said, the capable ones were not the same ones as during the previous era, not with evolution turning humans, and now in outer space, living beings, into destructive warheads wrapped in flesh. Power was not a seat anymore. Power… was power.
