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Preface
It
was a galaxy in utter chaos and endless conflicts. The rule of the old
kings had long since past away, helped along by the power hungry in search
of what power they could obtain, swindle or out right steal from those who
were careless enough to let them take it.
Over
time the realm of the old kings was divided between several smaller
empires, federations and planetary unions. Among them was the Star Union.
Loosely based on the principals and laws of the old kings, it was perhaps
the last vestige of truth and justice in the galaxy.
The
Star Union was greater than time or distance. No need to note where it was
or whence it came, only to know that it was the Star Union. Or so the
historians would say. Once under the wise rule of the union council and
the protection of the Starfleet, the Star Union throve and grew. As often
happens when wealth and power are held to a select few and pass beyond the
admirable to the awesome, then appear those corrupt ones who have greed
and ambition to match.
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So
it was with the Star Union at its height. Like the greatest of trees, able to
withstand any external assault, the Star Union rotted from within. Though the
danger was not visible from the outside the halls of power.
The
death of the Star Union was emanate and many of the populace sought to use its
death to their advantage. One of these peoples was the Mycelex. Much like the
pirates of Earth’s 1600s, so were the Mycellexian. Looting and pillaging other
worlds and star systems, the Mycellexian pirates ran thought the galaxy
uncontrolled.
Others
took part in the ways of the Mycelex. Galmor, a lovely world of humanoid-formed
reptilians also fed upon the Star Unions demise. The Galmorian Empire was soon
formed and began to overtake control of the outer worlds of the Star Union.
The
Star Union council was either unable, or unwilling, to try and stop what was
happening. Finally forced to take action by the Star Union Members, the Council
sent out the Starfleet in hopes of controlling the Mycelex.
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