The Universe

The Galaxy as we know it is at war. Caused by the usual things, greed, resources, religion, the universe we all call home never was the most peaceful place. However this war, six years strong now, is different than any other. Between all the major races and species that inhabit the galaxy, two always remained the strongest heads of development, science, culture; the luckily very respected partnership between the two was the backbone of modern day society. So naturally, when the two biggest players went to war, it creates quite a tumble.   In the year 5732, the main structure of government relies on Councils. Generally constructed of twelve individuals and one Chief, together they made the majority of transgalactic-related decisions. They also handled transpecies affairs and management of their jurisdiction's resources. Generally these Councils were backed by Assemblies, acting as a sort of parliament, and the systems continued downwards.   Many of these Councils chose sides early on, but one area of the galaxy remains neutral to the war raging onward. The area in question belongs to Humanity, under the jurisdiction of the Earthen Council. The quadrant around the Sol System quickly became the best place for refugees and Earth has benefited with extreme profits from it all. While Humanity indulged in the economic growth, the populace turned blind eyes towards major political games and seediness that had been growing in turn with the rest of the events.   Many places around the galaxy have become dead zones, patrolled by pirates who pillage like no other. Many different PMCs have risen up to help stem the source of the scourge, each differing in morals greatly. Nowhere is truly safe anymore, but the two strongest forces are too involved in their own conflict that they don't even notice. All this together forms nothing but trouble, dirt, conflict, and everything else with a kitchen sink.   5732. The sixth year straight of war and torment.