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.

 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.