Weaponstores
Ah, the shining armory. Racks of glorious black-shelled firearms, and then the even better toys. Retrocolliders, parallel cannons, orthogonal lances, a regen-gun! Any one of these weapons could win a lesser war, best an army, in a few minutes. Plenty of these things are useless, or even obsolete. They're starting to wind up in the hands, paws, talons and wings of lesser species. Even in worlds that will never hear of humanity and will pass the span of the universe never hearing of the War find themselves holding the most terrible weaponry. They look up to the skies with ambition and stars in their eyes.











