In the distant reaches of the universe, the Grimrans race has meticulously prepared to rebel against their oppressors, the High Ranse Empire. After years of hard work and planning, they created an ingenious strategy, involving destroying the Great Walls of Hronse with the star crushers in order to invade the center of the empire. The Star Crushers are a set of missiles developed by the greatest minds in the galaxy for the sake of destroying the legendary walls. For 132 years they toiled to create them, and on the precipice of their success, the Empire caught them and destroyed their base. The formulas and blueprints of the missiles were lost, but by some miracle, 10 missiles survived. They were the Grimrans last hope to get into the capital planet of Hronse and defeat Emperor Ranse.
The time finally came to fire the missiles, as the countdown started everyone was silent, they looked towards the clock in anticipation. When only a minute was left, the silence was broken, as one member of the Grimrans let out a prayer to their gods. Everyone looked towards him, and then joined in.
"10, 9, 8" The hopes and dreams of quadrillions of Grimrans rested on this.
"7, 6, 5" The answer to their cries for freedom would soon come.
"4, 3, 2" They simultaneously looked up from prayer, staring at the screen.
"1, Fire." They watched as the missiles left and shot towards the wall 10,000,000 kilometers remaining, then 9,000,000, then 8,000,000, soon it was 5,000,000, and then 2000,000, then 10,000, 1000, 100, 10, 1...
But there was never an explosion. The missiles disappeared. As they looked on 2 Grimrans laughed, 2 Grimrans cried, most Grimrans were silent. Trillions of Ranse ships swarmed out from the walls, like a swarm of hornets. It was over. This, was how hope died.