Years : decades :: centuries : --

Usage examples of millennia.

For fifty-one millennia, the stupendous ship had orbited Earth, powerful enough to wipe the planet from the face of the universe yet forever unable to carry out its orders, caught between conflicting directives it could not resolve.

Dahak's present, fully-developed self-awareness was a product of fifty-one millennia of continuous, unsupervised operation.

After fifty millennia, they had someone to report to properly, and the surge of their data cores tingled in his brain like alien fire, feeding him information and begging for orders.

For one, the northerners' intelligence system had been in operation for millennia, and an extended network of Terra-born contacts like Sandy supported their guerrilla-like campaign.

In fifty-one millennia, the northerners had never risked escalating their struggle to the point of using Imperial weaponry so brazenly, and the southerners had assumed they never would.

Their enemies hadn't done that much damage to them in five millennia, and the fact that their own over-confidence had made it possible only made it worse.

By Jantu's most conservative estimate, BuCol's survey teams should have arrived forty millennia ago.

The cold, intellectual detachment of his armor had been rent—not fully, but in part—and for the first time in fifty millennia, the bitter irony of helplessness in the face of his mighty firepower was real, and it hurt.

He knew that face well, had known it millennia ago when it belonged to a woman named Tanisis.

She'd lived, he thought sickly, slept away the dreamless millennia in stasis, alive, still young and beautiful .

The lifeboat paid no heed, driving onward toward the mighty starship it had left millennia ago.

The technological and industrial base Anu had hoarded for fifty millennia was coming into operation, as well, with every Terrestrial assistance a badly frightened planet could provide.

But then, the people who built it hadn't used anything as crude as radio for several millennia prior to its construction.

Its eyes transfixed him for a moment across the starburst cradled in its raised forepaws, fierce with the fidelity which had outlasted millennia, and then the hatch—fifteen centimeters of Imperial battle steel thick—slid open, and another dozen hatches opened and closed in succession as he passed through them to Command One's vast, dim sphere.

It had dedicated itself to the destruction of the next incursion with a militancy which dwarfed Terran comprehension, but that had been seven millennia before Horus's birth, and the Achuultani had never come.