Skylord Nexus
Dabbler in the Dark Arts
The Nexairian Empire, for over 50,000 years, it has stood as a beacon of hope and prosperity to the rest of the multiverse. That's what they'd have the people of the multiverse believe at least. Admittedly this may be true, assuming the people in question were wealthy and/or valuable enough, being able to live under a simulated sky or a city planet or perhaps even see the sun with their own eyes if fortunate enough, this however, is not most people. Most people of the empire are nothing but disposable labour, destine to see nothing but a metal sky and light of the city above, taxed for almost everything, threatened and forced into subservience, forced to fight for an Empire that would not fight for them. This is an Empire where the lives of the few outweigh those of the many. So how appropriate that our story begins today with just that, with the few that inevitable effect the many for better or worse. For in the multiverse, there is no light and dark, no good and evil, no black and white, there are only the shades of grey that lie in between... okay so perhaps not the best turn of phrase but the metaphor serves it's purpose, if any of you say a thing I'll fry you with a laser.
Prologue:
Our story begins much like any other story would, a peaceful, tranquil day, at least by Imperial standards, which to be fair, is quite violent and loud. Servants rushed around, ensuring that everything remained clean. Secretaries, runners and the likes ran around ensuring all information arrived where needed and all events were being prepared for. Guard patrolled every inch of everywhere, ensuring there were ready for any threat. Then, of course, there were the nobles, who mostly busied themselves with looking important, and ensuring their ego's had been thoroughly satiated for the day. All in all, another normal day in a tyrannical Empire ruled over by a high class, almost exclusively consisting of assholes.
Our story begins much like any other story would, a peaceful, tranquil day, at least by Imperial standards, which to be fair, is quite violent and loud. Servants rushed around, ensuring that everything remained clean. Secretaries, runners and the likes ran around ensuring all information arrived where needed and all events were being prepared for. Guard patrolled every inch of everywhere, ensuring there were ready for any threat. Then, of course, there were the nobles, who mostly busied themselves with looking important, and ensuring their ego's had been thoroughly satiated for the day. All in all, another normal day in a tyrannical Empire ruled over by a high class, almost exclusively consisting of assholes.
Of course over people start their day's off a little differently. A prime example of this is being on a ship, alarms blazing and lights flashing, the sound of weapons fire down every corner as imperial kill squads make there way down every corridor, killing anything in the way. The squads' white armour, with intricate gold pattern carved onto every available space, only served to better show the blood that dripped down them and their weapons, making in painfully obvious that they weren't just there to kill, they were there to making it as painful and as gruesome as possible, they were there to make a lasting statement, they were there to extinguish the flames of rebellion, they were there to kill hope... unless somebody stopped them.