After the fall

The last great battle of the war is over. You lost. The fleet you commanded, the last hope of the Empire was scattered and the surrender order given. The enemy now occupies your homeworld. The banner of the Occupation Authority hangs in the streets. Restless, sleepless, you have spent weeks under house arrest. Other Admirals have been charged with war crimes; you have been spared. Perhaps it is as the Enemy have said, because your fought a clean, if savage war, perhaps it as your heart fears, that you didn't fight hard enough. You make your choice, to give your life in the old way, the ritual of the Death of Three Cups, so the world will know your defeat was not because of cowardice, so that you can make your apology to your honoured dead and lay the nightmares to rest. But partway through, you are called to live and face this new world. Added AutoCards by LewdLeah!