Rules exist for a reason, that bind our societies and our universe together. Though always questioned, it is naive to believe that comprehending why is so straight forward a task. History aids us to learn from the direction we have emerged from, and using this we begin to etch a little away, to reveal the beauty of the universe and unimaginable utopia. We hope.

The surroundings focus, over 2500 years from the present. The human race has expanded and evolved exponentially. Come and gone have many ages, the age of international globalization and politics, the fall of the United States (most ironically to civil court cases). The collective communist revolution which started with promise was consumed by corruption, and subsequentially lead to the second and catastrophically polluting industrial age, that opened up the whole anarchistic technocracy which brought itself the surprisingly collected and efficient second age of sail.

In shameful retrospect, it was no more than reckless expansion and systematic terraformation of the galaxy like a annoyingly persistent virus. We annihilated a number of alien races, which since this dishonorable period are called 'foreign organism' (or xenomorphs in academic circles) to try and keep a distance with the dissident techno sub culture that preach about three eye, green and purple pokadot monsters, tentacles and 'ray guns'. Unknowingly we had caught the undesired gaze of a number of major galaxy powers. As soon as many of academics or 'techno priests' as they were named, realized what was going on, many powerful factions appeared out of nowhere, professionally organized, and exceptionally trained. It seemed that the human race hadn't decayed, it just got bored.

War with foreign races soon raged on many fronts as the human amoeba, now turned agile shark fended off attacks while still growing at the same exponential rate. The entire fall of the technocracy followed, and soon the most powerful militant factions managed to successfully win on their fronts. Within only a space of 60 years a third of the galaxy was taken, by annihilated, or overwhelming suppression, but always force. Eventually the factions started working together, knowing full well the status of the human race was about the same as having a nice row of red hotels from Regent Street to Mayfair with everyone trying to screw you.

The Commission was born. History never took notice of the rest of the galactic purification, often useful that genocide and clandestine experiments are swept neatly under the carpet. Once the Commission had got what it deemed total control of the galaxy, the military was down scaled, to deal with rapid hot zones, and were generally kept away from encounters with the civilian population. Society took a relaxing step back and just got on with it.

The in year of our now rather forgotten lord, 6109, a revolution begins, beyond the scope the humans could ever imagine, Pandora's Box has been opened, but where lies the true master of puppets?

The saga begins...