Post by Prophet on Jul 27, 2016 16:39:52 GMT -8
"...we stood amongst the ashes of our comrades. Hundreds upon vaporized in a single great flash of light. We stood atop the great battleplanet...we stood ad horde upon horde of our own brothers crashed against us....we stood when our Galactic capital was shattered. We stood aboard our wounded fleet as the planet was blown apart, trillions of lives extinguished in one great flash....we stood and watched as our empire... our life was destroyed...we knew...everything was about to go to shit." - Captain Marcus T. Iorvane, 101st Light Rifle battalion, 1 P.E
It is a time of great strife, of great change, of great fear. The Empire that once governed the galaxy now lays torn asunder by civil war. All the order, the uniformity, the peace...shattered in an instant. Countless worlds that once stood against the threats of our galaxy have are thrust into lawlessness.
The Alien races, supressed by the humans of the empire now find themselves still fresh unlike their wounded, divided prey. Everywhere Alien invasion claims old territory, hundreds of lives are taken every moment of every day.
The galaxy enters a proverbial Dark Age. Advancements in science slow to a crawl, robotics and medical advancements as well. It soon becomes a race to scavenge old world tech and save as much of the old knowledge as you can before it is burned in the fires of raiders, pirates, and soldiers.
Crime lords rise, the heavy hand of the Imperial Justice System relinquishing it's hold on the populace. The law soon returns to what it had been for millenia, "The Law is what the man with the gun says it is." They run their systems, some fairly, some not so much. Violence and cruelty are common occurrence in the Post Empire Galaxy...and the stars will continue to bleed...
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Two thousand years later and that fateful day sill effects the galaxy denizens know currently. From the ashes of that empire rise hundreds of new factions, most are content with keeping to themselves, but some hope to regain what once was, to form a new empire out of the ashes of the old.
Alien races have reclaimed their old worlds, some treating the human colonials with mercy an allowing them to continue on...and some being decidedly less merciful. The invasions have slowed...for now. But the occasional raid still strikes one of the poorer, less powerful systems.
Violence and cruelty are still common, the crime still plagues the galaxy, bounty hunters hunt down crime lords for local politicians though more often than not it is the other way around.
But as always...life goes on. Cities thrive, leaders rise and fall, war comes and goes, blood is spilt, trade continues. Life always finds a way...even in the harshest of conditions.
This is all you've known, this is all many will know their entire lives. Whether they be simple folk trying to make a living in a war torn galaxy, soldiers fighting a war for the nearest somebody, a bounty hunter living from job to job, or the nearest somebody with big dreams and a big army.
Amidst the ashes of an empire...a new way of life is formed. This is their story...and it begins like this....
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Character Sheet
Name:
Race:
(This is the fun part, I encourage you to create whatever you like for this. A race of six armed, 10 foot humanoid Fish men who communicates through sub sonar waves? Go for it. A race of yellow eyed Insectoid people who really are quite well mannered despite their horrifying appearance? Do it. You of course can choose to be human, but if you have an idea? Do it.)
Gender:
Age:
Planet of origin: once again feel free to create on of your own. Earth is the planet that was blown to hell though, so there will be no Earthlings running around anymore.)
Profession: Bounty Hunters, drifters, criminals, soldiers, merchants, used spacecraft salesman, don't t care what you are.)
Allegiance: (as per the usual feel free to create your own faction.)
Other:
It is a time of great strife, of great change, of great fear. The Empire that once governed the galaxy now lays torn asunder by civil war. All the order, the uniformity, the peace...shattered in an instant. Countless worlds that once stood against the threats of our galaxy have are thrust into lawlessness.
The Alien races, supressed by the humans of the empire now find themselves still fresh unlike their wounded, divided prey. Everywhere Alien invasion claims old territory, hundreds of lives are taken every moment of every day.
The galaxy enters a proverbial Dark Age. Advancements in science slow to a crawl, robotics and medical advancements as well. It soon becomes a race to scavenge old world tech and save as much of the old knowledge as you can before it is burned in the fires of raiders, pirates, and soldiers.
Crime lords rise, the heavy hand of the Imperial Justice System relinquishing it's hold on the populace. The law soon returns to what it had been for millenia, "The Law is what the man with the gun says it is." They run their systems, some fairly, some not so much. Violence and cruelty are common occurrence in the Post Empire Galaxy...and the stars will continue to bleed...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Two thousand years later and that fateful day sill effects the galaxy denizens know currently. From the ashes of that empire rise hundreds of new factions, most are content with keeping to themselves, but some hope to regain what once was, to form a new empire out of the ashes of the old.
Alien races have reclaimed their old worlds, some treating the human colonials with mercy an allowing them to continue on...and some being decidedly less merciful. The invasions have slowed...for now. But the occasional raid still strikes one of the poorer, less powerful systems.
Violence and cruelty are still common, the crime still plagues the galaxy, bounty hunters hunt down crime lords for local politicians though more often than not it is the other way around.
But as always...life goes on. Cities thrive, leaders rise and fall, war comes and goes, blood is spilt, trade continues. Life always finds a way...even in the harshest of conditions.
This is all you've known, this is all many will know their entire lives. Whether they be simple folk trying to make a living in a war torn galaxy, soldiers fighting a war for the nearest somebody, a bounty hunter living from job to job, or the nearest somebody with big dreams and a big army.
Amidst the ashes of an empire...a new way of life is formed. This is their story...and it begins like this....
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Character Sheet
Name:
Race:
(This is the fun part, I encourage you to create whatever you like for this. A race of six armed, 10 foot humanoid Fish men who communicates through sub sonar waves? Go for it. A race of yellow eyed Insectoid people who really are quite well mannered despite their horrifying appearance? Do it. You of course can choose to be human, but if you have an idea? Do it.)
Gender:
Age:
Planet of origin: once again feel free to create on of your own. Earth is the planet that was blown to hell though, so there will be no Earthlings running around anymore.)
Profession: Bounty Hunters, drifters, criminals, soldiers, merchants, used spacecraft salesman, don't t care what you are.)
Allegiance: (as per the usual feel free to create your own faction.)
Other:
