Cosmic Factions

Cosmic Factions

Beyond the realms of mortal understanding, the Cosmic Factions stand as harbingers of forces that transcend the boundaries of time, space, and consciousness. What they seek is unknown, but their presence lingers like a shadow at the edge of perception, shaping the universe in subtle, often unfathomable ways.

Faction

The Null Signal





The Architect






The Resonance

Mission Statement

A force that operates outside the known spectrum of reality, erasing traces of existence wherever it touches. It moves unseen, with its purpose clouded in ambiguity.


Builders of unfathomable constructs that stretch across the void, their designs leave a lasting mark on all who witness them. Ruins left behind that challenge human understanding, monuments to a power and purpose yet unknown.


A secretive collective focused on unlocking the deepest aspects of existence. Known to alter the fabric of reality itself, their methods remain enigmatic, leaving only faint traces of their influence scattered across the stars.

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The Seed Mother

She came from Earth long ago, aboard a dying ark never meant to return. The planet she was sent to colonize was a poisoned tomb, unlivable and inert. Alone, abandoned, and desperate, she found a signal—something that offered correction. Renewal. A tool to fix broken worlds.


She gave it everything she had left. Her mission, her crew, even her name. Now known only as the Seedmother, she traverses starless voids in a ship that strips planets of their failings and planting new life. Armed with Genesis Engines, preserved embryos, and a corrupted AI, she remakes systems to suit the narrow needs of organic life. Her purpose is not cruel—but even she has yet to see the price.

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Cradle Engine

Lost in deep space, a colony scientist drifting toward a slow death encountered something unlike anything he’d ever seen. His ship fused with it—an organism, or perhaps a vessel—wrapping the hull like a cocoon. It fed him. Hydrated him. Kept him alive even as it consumed the old ship like a mantis dismantling prey. What remains now pulses with breath and rhythm, growing new chambers as if sculpted for him alone.


Once merely a passenger, he now senses its thoughts. Shapes its growth. The thing has a mind—crafted not from desire, but from design. Buried deep inside, he’s found a vault of genetic memory: records of species, ecologies, and worlds across an impossible span of time. What he doesn’t know is that his presence has already triggered its next phase. And Earth may be next.

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Voxen Anomaly

He was never anyone special, just another belt miner gone missing after a stranger boarded his ship at Kōan Vesta. Left adrift in some forgotten corner of space while the hijacker pursued war. Refusing to panic. Instead he listened and something answered. His hunger faded. His body thrummed with energy, not frenzy. In stillness, he began to feel vibrations moving through him—cosmic, patient, and alive.

Now they heal systems as they move throughout the cosmos. No engines. No instructions. Just harmony reshaping planets, restoring broken systems with no clear design but undeniable effect. It hums with purpose, a sound older than machines, older maybe than stars. Sipe no longer understands time as he once did, but he feels something shifting—some distant pulse out of tune. Earth, perhaps. Calling. Or breaking.

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Cluster Factions

Cluster Factions exist on the edges of space, understanding, and history. They move in distant stars, shape systems never charted, and bend reality in ways that seem less like technology and more like ritual. Few have seen them. Fewer still claim to understand them. Some are remnants of forgotten ages, others born of machines that outlived their creators, and some may not be “factions” at all—just… patterns that persist.

Faction

Luminari





Hexid Machina






The Living Ringworld

Mission Statement

They build in silence, shaping a vast engine of solar worship around their adopted star. Hairless, translucent, and eerily human, they do not speak, but something in their eyes suggests they remember us.


Born from deep-space automatons, have transcended the logic of programming. Their structures resonate—not with function, but with meaning. Not complexity, but harmony. They craft what must work, because it cannot do otherwise.


A titanic structure orbiting a dead star, undeniably alive. It pulses with slow, organic rhythms. No signals. No obvious intelligence. But something about it suggests intention.

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Luminari

They build in silence, crafting a radiant lattice around their adopted star—part machine, part devotion. The structure is precise, ritualistic, almost sacred in design, as if worship and engineering were indistinguishable. Hairless and translucent, their figures move with unsettling grace, eerily human yet just wrong enough to provoke unease.


They do not speak, but there is recognition in their eyes—ancient and distant. Some say they were once like us, reshaped for a purpose we’ve forgotten. Others believe they are proof that the human form has emerged more than once. A cynical few wonder if it might be the missing link between Earth and a past it should never have forgotten..

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Hexid Machina

Born from deep-space automatons abandoned to entropy, they have long since transcended programming. They build not with tools, but with resonance—structures that function because they must, not because they were designed to. Every shape, every line is an inevitability made manifest.


Their stations hum in frequencies we struggle to decipher, not coded commands but expressions of order. To enter their space is to feel out of sync with reality itself, like walking through a song you were never taught to hear. They do not explain. They simply build, and the cosmos bends to match.

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The Living Ringworld

A titanic ring drifts in silent orbit around a dead star—impossibly alive. Its surface pulses with organic rhythm, exhaling warm mist through breathing vents and veined with bioluminescent filaments. No crew mans its stations. No ships resupply it. Yet its structure hints at a vast, slumbering intelligence.


From time to time, it emits signals—faint, wide-band pulses that seem almost like song. Probes sent inside return changed, if they return at all. Some are warped beyond recognition. Others carry anomalous growths, or data that defies interpretation. Still, the scientific community clamors for access. This is undeniable proof of alien civilization—extinct or not. But every request to make landfall has denied without explanation.

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Relic Factions

Across forgotten moons and fractured planets, something waits. Not civilizations, but remnants of something greater—Relic Factions, whose presence bends the rules of nature, time, and self. They do not claim territory, but where they reside, reality changes.

Faction

The Ossuary Bloom







The Prism Altar







The Faded Expanse

Mission Statement

The moon is barren, except for the "Bloom"—a massive, slowly shifting structure made of strange materials that sings to passing ships in low, sorrowful frequencies. Pilgrims claim that listening too long causes ancestral memories to surface… memories not your own.


A mirrored superstructure that cannot be scanned. Any ship that gets too close sees its own crew behaving differently in reflection. Some explorers lose days watching their other selves—others return changed, convinced they made the wrong choice in life.


What remains of this civilization seems silent and watchful, their ancient cities now just empty temples to forgotten gods. As humans attempt to study the structures, strange whispers are picked up—with some even saying there is still life there..

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The Ossuary Bloom

The moon is barren—lifeless, save for the Bloom. A vast, organic structure rooted in a cratered sea of dust, it pulses and shifts like a heart under stone. Its surface resembles no known material, somewhere between living tissue and crystalline alloy, and it emits a low, mournful hum that echoes across local space. Pilots report hearing it through ship hulls, even with all systems off.


Those who linger too long near its orbit often return altered. Pilgrims speak of visions—memories of ancestors, or worse, memories that don’t belong to them at all. Cults have formed around it, believing the Bloom is not a structure, but a being in mourning. The object is currently unclaimed by any major faction, though several have quietly redirected patrols to watch over it.

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The Prism Altar

Suspended in orbit above a ruined gas giant, the Prism Altar is a vast superstructure composed of perfectly reflective material—flawless and unreadable by scans. Ships approaching within visual range see themselves reflected in impossible detail… but the reflection doesn’t always match.


Crews report seeing their doubles move out of sync—hesitating when they did not, choosing different paths. Some explorers become obsessed, docking nearby and watching for hours, even days. Many return changed: shaken, paranoid, or eerily calm, convinced they glimpsed the lives they should have led. Others disappear entirely, their ships drifting silently away with empty cabins… and the reflections still inside.

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Faded Expanse

Scattered across a tidally locked world, colossal ruins stand beneath a dim, unblinking sun—what remains of a forgotten civilization. Once-great cities now resemble temples more than settlements: towering monoliths carved with symbols no one can decipher, laid out in patterns that mirror constellations not found in any human sky.


At first, the site seemed abandoned. But as research teams moved in, instruments began to fail in synchronized patterns—recorders looping strange voices, thermal scans revealing momentary figures that vanish when seen directly. Some scientists claim it’s nothing but the wind in the stone. Others refuse to speak of what they heard. Regardless, a silent consensus has emerged: the ruins are not empty. They are listening.

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