What am I talking about? Take a good look around you. Across the galaxy, from countless throats, on millions of planets, in thousands of cants, a single word is being repeated with a combination of fear, anger, pride, and sorrow. Do you want to know what this one word is? Well I'll tell it to you.
War.
Across the vast space of the Zanabarian Empire, Countless Troopers are being mobilized. Through the Binary Star Senate, humans and aliens are pouring in to volunteer like water. In the Syber, Trillions of men and women are being conscripted as fast as the weapons they produce. The ancient factories of the Heresy are producing technos at rates incomprehensible to fathom. But, if the major powers are mobilizing for war, they are far from alone.
Trolz, vile and barbaric aliens, capable of throttling a tank, are gathering around Calowaja, and launching a vile raid against the rest of civilized space. Their empire crumbling from ages of invasion, the Vergessions are finally recovering and striking out once more. The Marow, with relatively small space to contain their ambition, are also striking out to make a name for themselves. Sensing a change in Hyperspace, the Utillians are embarking on a new Holy Crusade, one which dwarfs the size of any previously recorded. But, not everyone is going to war for wars sake.
Loathing the technology that will result from a war of such scale, the Orineth are leaving their Plane as never before, and raiding outposts the galaxy over. Even on worlds with other armies present, the Local Order Enforcment Departments are gearing up to protect their world from Invaders. Anarchy is also present, with rebellions, led by visionaries, true believers, and dark cults. Fueling such fears are the Werenaughts, the shadowy creaturebeasts, born of the raw stuff of Hyperspace and shaped by our very own nightmares. Unlike the Werenaughts, the Zed are quite real, and even death will not stop their hideous advance.
And you dare to call this a "Golden Age?" Face the facts: the Golden Age of Humanity is over.
We are now in the Dark Age of War.
War.
Across the vast space of the Zanabarian Empire, Countless Troopers are being mobilized. Through the Binary Star Senate, humans and aliens are pouring in to volunteer like water. In the Syber, Trillions of men and women are being conscripted as fast as the weapons they produce. The ancient factories of the Heresy are producing technos at rates incomprehensible to fathom. But, if the major powers are mobilizing for war, they are far from alone.
Trolz, vile and barbaric aliens, capable of throttling a tank, are gathering around Calowaja, and launching a vile raid against the rest of civilized space. Their empire crumbling from ages of invasion, the Vergessions are finally recovering and striking out once more. The Marow, with relatively small space to contain their ambition, are also striking out to make a name for themselves. Sensing a change in Hyperspace, the Utillians are embarking on a new Holy Crusade, one which dwarfs the size of any previously recorded. But, not everyone is going to war for wars sake.
Loathing the technology that will result from a war of such scale, the Orineth are leaving their Plane as never before, and raiding outposts the galaxy over. Even on worlds with other armies present, the Local Order Enforcment Departments are gearing up to protect their world from Invaders. Anarchy is also present, with rebellions, led by visionaries, true believers, and dark cults. Fueling such fears are the Werenaughts, the shadowy creaturebeasts, born of the raw stuff of Hyperspace and shaped by our very own nightmares. Unlike the Werenaughts, the Zed are quite real, and even death will not stop their hideous advance.
And you dare to call this a "Golden Age?" Face the facts: the Golden Age of Humanity is over.
We are now in the Dark Age of War.
