It is the Year of Our Lord Three Thousand and Six, and the gods are dead.

Millennia has passed since the Kamir and the Il'Ri'Kamm Hive Mind first set out to control the very destiny of the galaxy; a millennia where the life and death of millions became trivial matters, where the lines between reality and illusion had no definition, where the free races of this universe remained nothing but puppets at the end of alien strings.

We Came In Peace For All Mankind.

Over a millennium has passed since man first looked to the heavens and wondered what could be found beyond the stars. A century that has seen the human race break free of the shackles of the Earth and reach out into the darkness beyond.

Our history has been defined by our advancements - and setbacks - during those long centuries; the very nature of our past, our future, our religions and faiths, and the source of much of what we know of our alien brothers and sisters - and, indeed, what they know of themselves, and us in turn - and we have, as a whole, forged a future.

But history repeats itself.

Alliances have been made and broken. The Kamir Empire has risen and fallen again, as have countless others, and many more yet to come. Wars have been won and lost. We've lost everything and gained it all back again. This is the nature of the universe: Technology has advanced, but some things never change.

In the past eight years, new means of faster than light travel have been developed to replace the mystical OtherSpace Drives, which were reliant on the power of Hivers and used as a tool to draw mankind into the war against the Kamir. Nanotechnology and genetic engineering has flourished, and cures to viruses that should have destroyed all sentient life have been developed and produced. Dictators and fearless leaders alike were assassinated. Heroes were made and broken. Some died. Some still live. More have yet to be discovered.

The Nall have vanished. The Drakarians watch and wait. Tomin Kora basks in the dawn of a new criminal overlord. The previously pacifistic Phyrrians have embarked on a crusade of war. The Luna Militia continues to wage war against the juggernaught of Earth's Guardian Fleet. Sivad remains embroiled in the depths of political treason, internal conflict, and strife. The Demarians fight with tooth and nail to rebuild a world already twice shattered. The Vorra Sect mean to use the turmoil of all to take a position once owned by the Kamir: That of puppet master, shrouded behind a veil of deceit and lies...

This is the Universe today. Everything changes, and everything stays the same.

The only question is, what part will YOU play in it all?