The Solar Winds

Humanity has risen to the exploration of the stars; venturing forward in ships and fleets, colonizing distant worlds - until the dreadful day we encountered them. Hailing themselves the masters of this entire region of the galaxy, the Mori put their foot down and had us mark their words, and obey their edicts or face the unthinkable in retribution.   Mankind followed the dictatorial whims of the Mori in exchange for the privilege of moving about among the constellations we formerly referred to as our own. Our little bundle of stars was no more a vast expanse to be explored, but rather a cage to keep us in line and under supervision. But the strength and vitality of the human race has always rested in mankind's ability to adapt and to flourish under any condition. Vowing to do whatever it took to survive AND thrive, a civilian organization of scientists and engineers banded to together and formed a coalition of ingenuity and technological advancement.   With the survival of all humanity on the line, this group of professionals formed a brotherhood which they called "...an order of knights akin to those of our distant past, bonded together by life & limb and our profession too, swearing to one another - as did our forefathers of long past - this we 'pledge our lives, our fortunes, and our sacred honor.'" The Knights of the Solar Winds were born. Our technological advances grew year upon year. Our colonies began to stretch as far as our ships could take us. Newer and faster ships soon followed. It was a golden age of advancement and engineering.   But our joys were soon cut short. The Mori saw something in mankind that they feared. Two days after our christening of our 82nd colony in the Magrid system, The sky overhead of Earth grew dark as the sun was blotted out by the shadow of an innumerable enemy attack. The Mori descended down upon us with relentless vigor and a merciless disregard for any breathing human life. The genocide lasted thirteen days, wiping out all life on Earth and every human colony they knew about.   Now we are a scarce and hunted species. All that remains of our once thriving starfaring fleet is several dozen cruisers and destroyers and a few squadrons of fighters. This is the last of humanity's hope to ever be free from the tyranny of the Mori by reuniting with the last 4 hidden outposts of mankind and find a way to escape the Great Frontier of the Ancients which keeps us always within the reach of the resentful Mori. If the Knights of the Solar Winds can find a way to breach the Frontier, then there is hope.