Advent Galactica

A new age is coming to the galaxy, but peace and harmony are distant memories and they are only getting further and further away. A time of turbulence has come to plague the Milky Way with discourse and hatred, with the only signs of calming being written in dreams.   The future is built on the backs of the weak and the bones of dull, with the masters ruling over the menials with suppression, indoctrination, manipulation or outright slavery. Others are drivin by motives of greed, pride, faith, conviction, desperation and destruction. And all for what; power, ascension, retribution, profit, survival? In the end, it matters not.   The galaxy’s a crucible of opportunity for those willing to seize its bounty: Self proclaimed divines ruling over the superstitious with promises of enlightenment, ravenous legions of machines scouring for those who would assume control over them, cold blooded hordes on their eternal hunt for new prey to poach and loot in the name of sport; expansionist empires of men ever vying for power they think is theirs alone and the enclaves of those who have been caught in the middle.   While there are certainly many who have been playing the game of galactic politics for many a millennium, yet there is no shortage of newcomers in the galaxy. Automatons chasing a purpose that was to them wins ago, egocentric despoilers that seek power others deemed undeserving of, and pilgrims reaching to the stars in search of those who came before.   The endless void has seen more blood than these young peoples, but they are those who come close to that amount. Enigmatic merchants whose nature is more mysterious than their goods, Imperialist colonists fleeing from their faults to continue their eternal march of progress, ravenous swarms from beyond our comprehension and Conquerors who touched the heavens, only to be burned by their light.   To be alone in the dark is one thing, to share the darkness with something else is another.