|Long ago, the galaxy
had known peace.
Paradise was ruled with the hand of science, and the hand was that of the galactic governing body known as the Core.
Ironically, it was the ultimate victory,
the victory over death itself, that brought about the downfall of its
Paradise and started the war that would decimate a million worlds. The
process, which was called
There were many who were unwilling to toss aside their bodies so casually, many indeed who regarded patterning as an atrocity. They fled to the outer edges of the galaxy, where they banded together to form a resistance that became known as the Arm. War began, though it was never officially declared by either side.
The Arm developed high-powered combat
suits for its
Both sides lay in ruins. Their civilizations
had long since vanished, their once vast military complexes were smashed.
Their armies were reduced to a few scattered remnants that continued to
battle on ravaged worlds. Their hatred fueled by millenia of conflict,
they would fight to the death. For each, the only acceptable outcome was
the complete and utter annihilation of the other.