2CHAPTER 1
The planet Anerexia stands as the cradle of the Anoia people, a testament to their race's remarkable advancement. Its lush forests, adorned with beautiful and exotic oceans that shimmer in the sunlight, create a breathtaking landscape. But it is not just nature that defines Anerexia; it is also the massive cities with their compacted soil spires, transformed into architectural masterpieces capable of housing thousands of Anoia. The cities are bustling with life and energy, showcasing a fusion of modern technology and ancient traditions. They are a true reflection of the diversity and innovation that defines the Anoia people. The cities stand as a testament to the resilience and creativity of the Anoia civilization. Their ability to adapt and thrive in a changing world is truly remarkable.
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Advanced technology liberated the Anoia from their home world, allowing them to reach for the stars. Their first settlements graced the moon Acai, granting them access to its rich resources. This newfound abundance bolstered their production capacity in both the military and civilian sectors, enabling the construction of more advanced and capable starships for interstellar travel. This technological leap marked the beginning of their expansion beyond their own solar system. They quickly established colonies on nearby habitable planets and began to explore even further into the galaxy. Their thirst for discovery and knowledge seemed insatiable, driving them to push the boundaries of what was thought possible.
The Anoia themselves are a collectivist race of insectoid humanoids. Their ant-like heads, wide torsos tapering into legs, and four arms—each adorned with serrated fingers for efficient climbing—paint a vivid picture. Their antennae serve as extra sensory organs, while a second nose enhances their perception. Born in massive quantities from the mother queen, loyalty to their birth mothers sometimes sparks tension over how to utilize the queens' offspring. Their society is complex and hierarchical, with each individual having a specific role to play in the colony. Their society is led by the mother queen. The mother queen's orders are followed without question, ensuring the survival and success of the colony.
Enter Oplum'odi, the pioneering Anoia scientist who unearthed ancient alien ruins on the dwarf star moon Holu in the Ilumita Nox region. Decrypting the alien language, Oplum'odi bestowed upon the technology the name "mass effect." This groundbreaking discovery etched his name into Anoia history—a once-in-a-lifetime achievement. His legacy is forever remembered as the one who unlocked the secrets of the stars.
The revelation of mass effect technology led to further astonishing breakthroughs: FTL travel, shield technology, and the discovery of a new element—element zero, affectionately known as "eezo." Armed with these advancements, the Anoia embarked on a fervent colonization spree across neighboring star systems. Their economic might soared to unprecedented heights, forever altering the course of Anoia history. The age of space exploration had truly begun. opening up endless possibilities for discovery and expansion beyond their wildest dreams.
Amid the rapid expansion of the Anoia people, logistical challenges emerged. The haste in colonizing new worlds left little time to secure stability, leading to strained organizational efforts. In response, the Arc' Queens of the Anoia High Council devised a 10-year plan focused on economic growth and the stabilization of extra-solar colonies. As colonization stalled, a migration wave swept from the home world to the colonies, driven by the desire to escape high living costs and seek affordable housing in the newly settled lands. The influx of migrants brought both opportunities and challenges to the developing colonies, reshaping their social dynamics and cultural landscapes.
During this decade-long hiatus from new colonies, the Anoia observed the scarcity of element zero-rich worlds. To overcome this limitation, their collective scientific might, produced a theoretical blueprint for an FTL engine that operates independently of eezo. Although crude and slower than the schematics discovered in the Holu archives, this achievement marked a significant step toward creating their own FTL design. It was a testament to the ingenuity and perseverance of the research team. The team knew that with further refinement and testing, they could revolutionize space travel and pave the way for interstellar exploration.
As the ten-year plan concluded, a second wave of expansion commenced. While not as rapid as before, it maintained a steady pace. The Anoia put their new theoretical FTL drive prototype to the test, expecting modest results. To their delight, it exceeded expectations, achieving a cap speed of 6 light years per day—a remarkable feat considering the average speed of the eezo drive is 14 light years per day. This breakthrough signals a major success, and further research will explore this promising field of FTL propulsion. The possibilities for faster-than-light travel are now closer than ever before.
In the year 2357 A.C. (Anerexia Calendar), the Anoia people initiated their first contact with an extraterrestrial species within the Uloi-Alpha system. This historic encounter unfolded under the watchful eyes of the Border Patrol Force (BPF), led by the capable Young Ra'slora. The initial meetings were fraught with tension, fueled by the uncertainty of the situation and the challenges posed by limited communication. In a strategic move, Ra'slora invoked first contact protocols, transmitting information about the Anoia language and cultural history to the enigmatic Xenos. The waiting game began.
The alien ships eventually reciprocated, sending their own first contact package. Within its digital confines lay a treasure trove: their culture, their language, and a glimpse into their existence. As the Anoia crew delved into this newfound knowledge, some of the initial tension eased.
Quelix, as they came to be known, presented intriguing and unsettling aspects. The similarities between the two species—both insectoid and matriarchal—captivated the Anoia. Yet, the unsettling truth emerged: Quelix surpassed Anoia in technological prowess. Their rapid expansionist history cast a shadow over the budding relationship. The inevitable conflict loomed over the horizon, threatening to shatter the fragile peace between the Anoia and Quelix peoples.
Diplomatic discussions ensued, but misunderstandings and disagreements hindered progress. The Quelix-Anoia relations remained strained. With the Quelix's interests encroaching upon Anoia borders, skirmishes and border conflicts escalated. The galactic east, once a hub of Anoia colonization, now lay blocked by Quelix forces. In response, the Anoia shifted their gaze westward, toward the resource-rich worlds in that sector. Although habitable planets were scarce, these newfound resources sustained the Anoia economy for a few years. But as the Quelix forces continued to expand their reach, the Anoia faced the harsh reality that their new source of sustenance would not last. The Anoia were forced to reconsider their strategies for survival. They knew they would need to find a more permanent solution to ensure their continued existence. The Anoia knew they would need to adapt quickly to thrive in this changing environment.
Despite the political tensions arising from the border conflict, daily life for the Anoia remained unchanged. The struggle for survival and prosperity persisted, even as the stars witnessed the clash of civilizations. The Anoia people continued to hold onto their traditions and way of life, finding solace in the familiarity of their routines. Their connection to the land and each other only grew stronger as time passed.
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Contested space, the volatile region nestled between the Quelix and Anoia spheres of influence, witnessed an upsurge in joint colonies. Here, the clash of civilizations unfolded—a place where the militaries of both governments grappled for control of these contested worlds.
Yet, amidst the chaos, an unwritten rule prevailed: civilian centers remained off-limits during this territorial tug-of-war. The Quelix and Anoia understood that their struggle for dominance should not come at the cost of innocent lives. They knew preserving the safety of non-combatants was paramount, even in their conflict. The Quelix and Anoia were determined to uphold this principle, no matter the circumstances. They would not allow their pride to overshadow their sense of morality. Even if it meant sacrificing their own victories or advantages in battle. They knew that protecting innocent lives was more important than winning the war. They were willing to make the ultimate sacrifice for the greater good.
2357 A.C. (Anerexia Calendar)
En route to the Uloi-Alpha system
Commander Ra'slora stood on the ship deck of his command cruiser, part of the Border Patrol Force (BPF). His fleet comprised 2 cruisers and 6 frigates, a formidable presence in the contested expanse. The cruiser's sleek interior design, user-friendly console, and accents of Metalica paint evoked a sense of purpose. Onboard plants, native to Anerexia, served as a poignant reminder of home. The crew worked tirelessly to maintain the ship's pristine condition. Their dedication and attention to detail were evident in every corner of the ship.
Ra'slora's crew had been with him since the inception of his BPF career. Although not blood kin—born from different mothers to mitigate family politics—they were his brothers in arms. Their loyalty transcended lineage, forming an unbreakable bond that had carried them through countless battles and challenges.
"Sir, 5 minutes till FTL exit," a crew member reported. The captain nodded; his gaze fixed on the swirling colors of the wormhole ahead. He knew that whatever lay beyond, they would face it together.
Ra'slora met the soldier's gaze with a stern expression. "Copy that. Inform me upon exiting FTL. I will be in my quarters."
With purposeful strides, Ra'Slora headed toward the dorm areas, scanning his ID to gain access. The weight of responsibility hung heavy—a commander navigating the tumultuous currents of contested space, Alliances and enmities were intertwined like organic and synthetic life in the galactic tapestry.
Ra'slora, commander of the Border Patrol Force (BPF), stepped into his sparsely decorated room. A few plants adorned the shelves, but the focal point was a lone picture—a regal female queen Anoia—resting on the drawer. He knelt beside it, cradling the image close. The weight of duty pressed upon him; he was not meant to lead this fleet. His path had diverged from the one his mother had envisioned. Efficient and capable, Ra'slora still yearned for the chance to work alongside her. At 23 years old, by Anoia standards, he was considered young, yet the ache of missing his mother persisted.
The intercom crackled to life, interrupting his thoughts. "We are exiting FTL, sir," his coworker's voice announced. The crew readied themselves for the next phase of their mission.
"On my way to the bridge now." Ra'slora returned the picture to its place and hastened toward the bridge.
As Ra'solar reached the bridge, his crew stood at attention, ready for the FTL exit. The engines decelerated, revealing a system: 5 gas giants, an F-class star, and 2 potentially terraformable planets. The second planet showed the most promise, with a nitrogen-oxygen atmosphere and signs of liquid water on the surface. It was a rare find in the vastness of space.
"Aight, crew," Ra'solar addressed them. "We scan this system for habitable worlds and any signs of pirate activity."
An alert flashed on his console—an anomaly in one of the scans. Eezo radiation emissions emanated from the far side of the system. Before he could relay instructions to his crew, an alarm blared: FTL signatures. Multiple ships dropping out of Faster Than Light travel. It was definitely a pirate attack.
"Boys, are these pirate sigs?" Ra'solar inquired.
"No recognizable signatures, Commander."
"First contact, then," he mused. Unlikely, but the possibility lingered. The debate over extraterrestrial life continued across the extranet forums.
"Send the first contact package." The moment hung in anticipation—a bridge between worlds, where diplomacy and uncertainty converged.
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The shuttle's crew held their breath, their hearts pounding in anticipation. This moment would etch their names into the annals of history—a first contact with an extraterrestrial species, one eerily akin to their own. The vast expanse of space had always whispered secrets of other civilizations, and now, face-to-face, they were about to unravel those cosmic mysteries.
Through the bridge's viewport, the Quelix vessel came into view. Its sleek form glided gracefully, adorned with crimson and azure streaks—a fleeting glimpse of color against the void. The crew strained their eyes, trying to discern more details from the distant ship. Were the Quelix like them? Did they share the same curiosity, the same yearning for connection?
Ra'Sloras, the shuttle's captain, adjusted the translating device strapped to his wrist. His antennae quivered with impatience as he initiated the communication protocol. The console beeped, signaling the startup of docking procedures. The Quelix vessel loomed closer.
"Finally," Ra'Sloras thought, his pulse racing as he stepped into the docking bay. The guards trailed behind him, their presence a silent reassurance. With a swipe of his identification card and a slow exhale, he quelled the nervous flutter in his stomach. The docking bay's walls were utilitarian—bare, thin, and adorned only with the essentials. Such spartan design was typical of the Confederation of Anioan Peoples' docking bays, especially those belonging to the swift and versatile BPF ships. These vessels crisscrossed the Confederation's most valuable trade routes and explored uncharted regions of the cosmic void.
Ra'Sloras led his delegation—a mix of anticipation and trepidation. Two guards flanked him, their names unknown to him, and Ark'Lumen, his trusted aide and xeno studies expert. Ark'Lumen hailed from the prestigious Veni Academy on the Moon Acai. While the academy had been somewhat obscure during the early reign of Arch Queen Jo'Ludni, its star ascended with the groundbreaking discovery of the Holu archives by the illustrious Oplum'Odi the Great. Guided by the wisdom of his grandmother, Uk'Leni, Ark'Lumen had flourished within the academy's hallowed halls. His expertise made him an obvious choice for this historic mission.
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"We're here, My Princeps," Ark'Lumen's voice snapped Ra'Sloras out of his reverie. He glanced ahead, and there it was—the Quelix vessel's bay doors. The ship itself wasn't massive, but its design exuded an almost opulent elegance. As expected, the Quelix valued fashion and luxury above all else, a cultural trait neatly tucked into their very identity. Ra'Sloras squared his shoulders, ready to step across the threshold into a momentous encounter.
As the door slid open, Ra'Sloras stepped into opulence. The Quelix vessel's interior was a symphony of extravagance—a harmonious blend of well-harvested fruits cradled in ornate bowls, plush couches meticulously stitched, and pillows that seemed to defy gravity with their fluffiness. Gold, casually strewn about, glimmered like forgotten gems, indifferent to the threat of pilfering hands. Ra'Sloras couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy. The Quelix reveled in their wealth, flaunting it with abandon.
Yet, this was no mere display of riches. It was a calculated move—a dance of power. First contact situations were delicate, fragile as a nebula's breath. The Quelix knew this, and their opulence was a message: We are formidable. We are beyond want. Ra'Sloras glanced at his crew—their eyes wide, greed flickering. They were not yet schooled in the Anioan art of apathy, the stoicism expected during negotiations. "Show emotion. Show weakness," the BPF motto echoed in his mind. His crew's faces remained serene, masks of calm and boredom.
The Quelix awaited them, ensconced in their plush couches. Their attire dripped with rare gems, each stitch a testament to their status. Ra'Sloras caught snippets of their conversation—a language both alien and familiar, laced with snark. They spoke as if perched above the Anioans, their jabs aimed at each other's attire. The Quelix reveled in their own wit.
As the whispers ceased, the center Quelix rose—an embodiment of wealth and extravagance. His clawed hand moved to the side of his head, activating a concealed device. The translators hummed, capturing every nuance. His voice dripped with haughtiness, a flavor even the technology couldn't dilute. "Welcome aboard, Anioan friends," he spat, bowing mockingly. "The Quelix extend their greetings in the name of friendship, thanking the Goddess for her boundless generosity."
Ra'Sloras met the Quelix's gaze, unyielding.
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Ra'slora can tell almost immediately These Quelix think quite highly of themselves, he personally did not take offence. As A commander of the BPF and Spawned Off royal lineage he is used to these games of double meanings and hidden agendas. His crew however... They took it surprisingly well, bowing back in greetings and spoke the Quelix word for hello. The Quelix seemed disgusted with the mispronunciation of their language. In fact, it looks like they took offence. This could not be good, he thought quietly. He sighed once again impatiently.
"Greetings Quelix friends" Ra'slora spoke with the voice of a commander. "We thank you for letting us aboard your vessel and opening up talks for possible trade and more exchanging of culture" with that said he bowed. Within a second following the completion of his sentence, the bay erupted in hushed whispering. Raising his voice he proceeded "My name is Ra'slora of the Anioan Confederation, and we wish to speak and get to know each other in the following years and wish well upon you."
The Quelix looked at him and his crew with a look of disdain and contempt. "You wish well upon us, yet you so blatantly ignore our expectations of fashion as was said in the contact package!" He sneered "What are we to believe this to mean Anioan friends? Contempt of our Culture. Disgust?" he spoke Mockingly, his crew jiggling in the background.
Ra'slora looked back quietly to his crew and to be expected they took offence, he spoke quickly hoping his voice would prevent others from speaking out of turn. "No, my Quelix friends. We mean no offense. As this was our first contact, we thought the fashion expectations do not apply? We put on our best clothing that was available in our fleet. This I swear!" He spoke quickly and with purpose. Hoping to relieve tension and continue his hopefully Apologetic speech. He continued. "the confederation would be happy to provide us with new fashions if we were to put a hold on negations!?" He spoke. breathing a breath of relief at the faces of acceptance and relief on the Quelix faces "With all this speaking I forgot to get your names my Quelix friends?"
The quelix whisperd to each other quietly debating something that went unheard. When it seemed, their debate finished. The center Quelix stepped forward, a regal figure. "My name is Undredin the Pure of the Quelix Dynasty," he announced, his claw sweeping left. "Yol the Holy," he gestured to his side, and Yol bowed—a reverence woven into his very sinews. To his right stood Balbo the Unbidden, bound by an oath of secrecy. The Quelix settled back onto their plush cushions, and fashionable couches their disdain palpable. and gestured for them to sit on these... disgusting, he thought looking at where the quelix gestured for them to sit. In front of him lay these old creaking chairs made of wood. Holding back his protests, he sat. Embarrassed. His crew did the same. His hesitance brought about more whispers.
With the introductions out of the way and the whispers settling, Ra'slora can take a good look at the Quelix themselves. They were Tall, extremely so with their flat heads crowned with multiple eyes, adorned on their scalps. Thin Chitinous Arms filled with spikes of differing sizes, Plantigrade legs, again thin yet durable. Their attire dripped with gold and gems, each stitch a declaration of opulence, Differing tattoos plastered on their claws. If he remembered right, they were sigils of their goddess. Helios the wealthy. A possible topic for later.
"Let's get this underway shall we" Yol the Holy spoke his voice quiet, and his claws clasped behind his torso. With precision, he retrieved a device from his colleague and placed it on the table. Within seconds, a galactic map materialized—a vast pocket of orange dominating the northeastern quadrant. "This is Dynasty space," Yol explained, gesturing to the lighter orange areas. "And now, if you will, please insert your map data into the chip on the device."
Ra'slora widened his eyes and focused on the areas the Quelix claimed area of space he could already see a conflict of interest. The Conflida-Roy region, a part of space where clusters of mineral and habitable planets have been found, surveyed, and colonized by the confederation. Seems to have been claimed by the Quelix. Of which most of said claimed areas already have Anoian colonies. This could be difficult, Ra'slora thought and Carefully, Ra'Slora inserted the data chips containing their version of galactic maps. Another blob of color appeared—the Northwestern quadrant awash in blue, labeled 'Confederation Space.' A lighter blue patch clung to the southernmost border—an area where the Confederation had recently expanded.
This single action caused the room to be filled with a palpable sense of unease and anxiety.
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Undredin the Pure seethed, his chitinous exoskeleton quivering with rage. How dare these plain, unfashionable Anoian fools encroach upon the sacred territory of the Quelix Dynasty? The very audacity of it clawed at his insides. Who did they think they were? That sector—Conflida—belonged to the Dynasty and the dynasty alone with shaking breath, he spoke, Voice horse and strained from anger "Anoian friends," he spat, each syllable a venomous barb. "Why have you colonized the sacred sector of Conflida? That is Dynasty territory!"
"The Confederation has been interested in the region for some time," he replied, his words like ice shards. "We have surveyed and colonized the sector extensively! It is Rightfully in Confederation Control!" the one they call Ra'Slora, the Pig spoke. His very voice remained infuriatingly calm. His voice held an edge, threatening undertones woven into its cadence.
They would pay dearly for this transgression. He turned, not uttering another word, and signaled his guards. The Anoians would be escorted out of his holy ship. The Imperator would hear of this he thought angerly. Bitter and incensed.
TIMELINE...TIMESKIP
2358- after a disastrous initial encounter with the Quelix, the Anoian confederation, still hopeful of rectifying past misunderstandings, dispatched one of their esteemed diplomats, Il'Lojek. Renowned for his calming and charismatic words, Il'Lojek carried the Anoians' trust to mend the blunder committed by Commander Ra'slora. Guided by the disgraced commander and armed with tidbits from the First Contact package, Il'Lojek donned Quelix fashion expectations and embarked on a mission to repair relations with the Quelix Dynasty.
Meanwhile, Undredin the Pure, still seething from the encounter with the Anoians, demanded an audience with the Imperator of the dynasty. Shen the Unifier, a short-tempered yet charismatic leader, had earned his position through deeds during the unification of the dynasty decades ago. His unwavering leadership had rallied fellow soldiers during those tumultuous times. Now, fueled by Undredin the Pure's embellishments of events and the subsequent humiliation, Shen the unifier had no recourse but to declare war. His aim: to reclaim, to the best of his knowledge, the lost territory that had been conquered by a foreign entity—the Conflida-roy region.
2359- Il'Lojek, the Anoian diplomat, arrived at the familiar border—the very location where the initial contact with the Quelix Dynasty had taken place. To his dismay, the space around him teemed with military vessels, their imposing forms casting shadows across the cosmic expanse. His console's sensors buzzed with activity, detecting further movement within the system. Yet, before he could even initiate communication, tragedy struck.
A Quelix vessel, its sensors keen and suspicions aroused, locked onto Il'Lojek's location. The transponder of his ship, innocently broadcasting its foreign origin, sealed their fate. In an instant, the Quelix vessel unleashed a deadly barrage, obliterating Il'Lojek's ship and crew. Their hopes for diplomacy and reconciliation were extinguished, replaced by the cold void of space.
The Anoian confederation remained blissfully unaware of this grim turn of events until late 2359. Il'Lojek's silence, his failure to respond to their pings within the expected timeframes, sent ripples of concern through their ranks
2360- the border world of Atrix in the Conflida-roy region bore witness to an invasion by the formidable Quelix forces. The Anoian confederation had anticipated this clash, having detected signs of military buildup near their borders—ominous indicators of impending conflict.
Atrix, though lightly defended, stood as a bastion of resistance. Its skies brimmed with multiple cruiser and frigate-class vessels, each meticulously crafted by Anoian engineers. These warships boasted kinetic barriers and mass accelerator rounds, their potency amplified through relentless research and upgrades. Capable of unleashing 47 kilotons of devastation per shot, they hurtled toward their targets at a blistering 4550 kilometers per second. By Anoian standards, this fleet represented a considerable force—a testament to their determination.
Yet, when the Quelix forces materialized within the system, the illusion of Anoian might swiftly dissipated. A colossal dreadnought, flanked by a squadron of cruisers, descended upon the Anoian fleet like a ravage dog. Orbital stations crumbled, and the once-proud Anoian ships were reduced to cosmic debris. Within days, Atrix succumbed—the planet's surface scarred by the fires of war.
The harsh reality dawned: the Quelix wielded superior armaments. Their hulls, impervious to kinetic fire, defying the Anoian weaponry.
2361- The Quelix Dynasty's relentless assault on Atrix and their firm foothold along the Anoian borders have solidified their dominance in the sector and the surrounding regions. Despite sporadic counterattacks by the Anoian forces, the Quelix advance continues unabated. They rabidly forged onward to more 'crucial Anoian colonies.
2362- As the Quelix Dynasty inexorably closed in on the prosperous worlds of the outer regions—territory that now bore the official stamp of the Confederated Anoian domain—the desperation among the Anoian populace reached a fever pitch. Their fervent wish: to achieve technological parity with the dynasty, if only to hold them at bay long enough for Anoian scientists to reverse-engineer and explore new, improved technologies.
Amidst this tension, the once-disgraced Commander Ra'slora devised a daring plan—a desperate gambit to halt or at least slow the Quelix advance. But before his strategy could be set into motion, a seismic event unfolded: a mass exodus of Anoians from former Anoian worlds, now firmly under Quelix control. This exodus disrupted progress on the frontier, affecting both organizational structures and the warfront itself.
Undeterred, Ra'slora rallied his forces, still loyal and debt ridden to his aid. He issued orders for a massive counteroffensive, a desperate bid to stall the inexorable Quelix march. Collaborating with engineers and scientists on the worlds bordering the Conflida region, he bolstered their defenses. Anti-air systems were upgraded, and counter-bombardment measures intensified. Orbital stations sprouted like weeds in a garden, guarding worlds of strategic importance.
However, when Ra'slora learned of yet another failed Anoian offensive, he was torn between hope and despair. His plans were on the line, so he prayed—for the fate of the Anoian colonies.
2363- Commander Ra'Slora's audacious plan faced its ultimate trial. During mid 2363, word reached the highest echelons of Anoian command: the Quelix Dynasty had breached the confines of the Conflida-roy region, their relentless advance inexorably drawing them toward the outer worlds. Within a mere month, they arrived at the formidable Defensive Wall, As the Anoia began calling Ra'sloras plan. And for the first time since the inception of hostilities by the Quelix, they were defeated and pushed back into the conflida-roy region. The Defensive Wall held firm. The Quelix, accustomed to victory, now tasted defeat. Their advance halted, they were forced to retreat, their ambitions curtailed by the indomitable resolve of Anoian soldiers. Morale surged among the defenders—a spark of hope rekindled in their hearts.
2368- the once-vibrant Conflida region now lies scarred and ravaged, a cosmic graveyard strewn with debris—remnants of vessels that once danced among the stars. The beauty of this contested expanse has been replaced by the harsh reality of war. The defensive wall holds firm, upgraded over the years with new and improved technology from anoian scientists either inventing technological wonders of their own from reversed engineered dynasty tech or reinventions of Dynasty origins. Yet, the Quelix Dynasty remains a formidable adversary. Technological parity eludes the Anoians, but the odds have shifted. Where once the ratio stood at a staggering 16-to-1 in favor of the Quelix,
It now balances at a more hopeful 3-to-1 ratio, thanks to new technological advancements in manufacturing. The once-sluggish factories are now running at a breakneck pace. Their assembly lines, powered by quantum processors and hyperdimensional energy, produce ships as quickly as atoms shatter.
New and improved manufacturers produce ships at an astounding rate. Nanofabrication lines create elaborate designs by combining ship components at the molecular level. Quantum assembly nodes dance in unison, producing hulls, thrusters, and weapons.
Regular ship designs are continuously changed to reflect new and improved Dynasty tactics and ship classifications. The Anoians created their own classifications. The Nova-class Interceptors, Nebula-class Cruisers, and the powerful Stellaris-class Battleships.
Amidst this turmoil, the day-to-day life of the Anoia persists. News of the war effort permeates their existence—the ebb and flow of battles, the Arch 'queen's decisions dissected in political forums. Suspicion simmers, xenophobia festers, and new political factions emerge.
2412- The Quelix and Anoians are at a standstill in their war. The Anoians encounter strong opposition in the Conflida-Roy region, and the Quelix are unable to breach the protective wall. The enduring animosity that has been transmitted to the conflict's offspring has supplanted the initial causes of the dispute.
In the world in which these Children are born, the Quelix are their adversaries. Spurred on by their political factions, parents, coworkers, and the war itself, all they have in their hearts is resentment toward the Quelix and thoughts of revenge. The recollections of a war that no one can recall why it happened, serve as fuel for the ongoing cycle of violence and hatred.
2426- A significant event happens. An unidentified species is encountered near the edge of Dynasty space. This unexpected encounter prompts a quick response. Gredeneer the True, a notable figure, is quickly dispatched to the system. The initial assumption is that this is an Anoian attack, intended to open a new front in their ongoing conflict.
In response to this perceived threat, Seeker protocols are activated. These protocols were developed specifically to deter Anoian aggression, acting as a defensive measure in their ongoing conflict. The arrival of Gredeneer the True and the start of the Seeker protocols mark an important turning point in this interstellar standoff.