THE ONI CONSORTIUM

A conglomerate formed by the Mierese, Sogmian, Punaab, and Photoli species, the ONI Consortium emerged as the “winner” of the Convergence War after the Sogmians, under the leadership of Bekalu, managed to create the first Titan Ship and forced the other factions into a peace agreement that instituted the current galactic order under the Council of Peace banner.

Nevertheless, the victory was no consolation as the ONI Consortium economy was pretty much razed while sustaining their titan ship, causing years of hardship where the different species of the Consortium had to cooperate in order to rebuild their economy and commonwealth, an endeavor that was challenging due to the divergent backgrounds and cultural differences between the many species under the ONI leadership.

Yet, the four groups, united by the bonds created during the Convergence War, quickly rebuilt their economic foundations and even led the efforts to develop the chain of warp gates that connect Galia called the Starpath.In recent years, however, the ONI Consortium seems to have forgotten the dreads of the Convergence War. It has been adding continued pressure on the Council of Peace to have a more aggressive posture against the factions that belong to the medium zone.

Vaor Scarka, the current secretary of the Council of Peace and leader of the ONI Consortium, has been a vocal voice against what he calls rogue factions, which have threatened the borders of the Council of Peace territory for a while now. In Vaor’s eyes, subjugation is the only solution to this menace.

This posture has led to cracks in the relationship both inside the Council of Peace and in the ONI Consortium, and only time will tell the consequences of Vaor's ambition to pacify the medium zone through force. The galaxy is divided, and while many support his positioning, some advocate that it’s time to force his deposition if peace is to be maintained.

The enigmatic heart of the Mierese lineage, the Neuno system, stands as an anomaly within the vast reaches of the Galia Expanse. Drawn from their native tongue, 'Neuno' translates to 'living home,' an apt moniker for the sentient planet that has earned such renown throughout Galia that the entire system now bears its name.

Cloaked in ancient tales, this sentient celestial body once served a dual role for the Mierese: a nurturing guardian and an inescapable warden. Their seclusion was broken only when altruistic extraterrestrials arrived, guiding the Mierese into the cosmic age as a stellar civilization. A mere few centuries hence, the Mierese have expanded their reach across the galaxies and risen to helm the esteemed ONI Consortium.

Yet, their bond with Neuno remains unbroken. The planet, rich in biomass and food, continues its age-old tradition of safeguarding and challenging its native inhabitants. The Mierese, in turn, draw resilience from the sector's ever-shifting terrains — terrains that morph rapidly, reflecting the fluctuating temperaments of their sentient homeland.

Amidst the vast expanse of the cosmos, Communion stands as a testament to the ebb and flow of interstellar conflict. Once marred by relentless battles as the ONI races vied for dominance, the sector has seen its borders redrawn countless times, bearing the scars of Sogmian tenacity, Mierese ambition, and Punaab cleverness. But the aftermath of the Convergence War transformed Communion from a war-torn prize to a beacon of unity.

Today, Communion isn't just a place, it's an idea, a sanctuary for those weary of age-old rivalries and binding traditions. Many Punaabs and Sogmians, seeking to escape the rigid shackles of their cultural dogmas, have found solace in this melting pot, forging a life where their individualities are celebrated.

Yet, for all its profound history and sociocultural significance, Communion is not without its raw, untamed side. The sector is a kaleidoscope of biodiversity, teeming with a myriad of exotic wildlife. This rich ecosystem has become a rite of passage for fledgling hunters eager to hone their skills. The emergence of the Nimrod Trackers, a DAC formed to mentor and guide these novices, highlights the region's growing reputation as a hub for hunting enthusiasts.

At the helm of Communion's governance is the prudent leadership of the High Punaabs. Their vision, fueled by vast investments of ATLAS, aims to elevate the system into an intergalactic marvel - a must-visit destination for denizens across the Galaxy, promising not just sights to behold but experiences to be cherished.

Deep within the vastness of the ONI space lies Evernat, a sector that whispers tales of ancient origins. Believed by many scholars to predate even some regions within the High-Risk Zone, Evernat is a treasure trove of historical wonders.

The crown jewel of Evernat is Akenat, the cradle world of the Punaabs. Here, nature and evolution have danced in a spectacular symphony, leading to the emergence of a landscape unlike any other. Towering plateaus are supported by enormous clamshells, giving the terrain an otherworldly aesthetic. Hidden below are the labyrinthine spore caves, a stark contrast to the openness above, yet equally vital to Akenat's balanced ecosystem. Enveloping all this is the mesmerizing sea of mist, ever-present, ever-shifting, and acting as a protective shroud over the world.

Within this mist lurks a living myth, a deity believed to be as ancient as Akenat itself. In the Punaabs' darkest hours, this immortal entity rises, guiding and shielding the people of Akenat.

Yet, the serene beauty of Evernat conceals deep-seated divisions. The rift between the High and Profound Punaabs remains palpable, with each sect retreating to their own enclaves. However, in the very heart of Akenat, a beacon of unity emerges. A sprawling metropolis, born from the fusion of the High Punaabs' innovative spirit and the tenacious grit of the Profound Punaabs, represents hope for a newer, united generation.

Central to this city's bustling activity is the magnificent headquarters of Ogrika Harbors. Renowned galaxy-wide as the zenith of ship-crafting opulence, Ogrika not only exemplifies the pinnacle of Punaab engineering but also embodies the dreams of two clans uniting under a single vision. With Ogrika's guiding hand, the city aims to usher in a renaissance of cooperation and prosperity for all of Akenat.

The chronicles of the Segal sector are etched with the valor and heartaches of the Sogmian warriors. For centuries, the Sogmian race found themselves mired in relentless internal conflicts, a consequence of their innate inability to curb their intense impulses. Such overwhelming passions prevented them from building a unified society.

Salvation emerged with Segal's formulation of the Sogmian Vows – a moral compass, complemented by the establishment of the Noble Houses system. This reorganization brought the Sogmians into harmonious factions, directing their fervent energies and raw emotions towards productive societal endeavors. The structure birthed seven illustrious houses, each radiating its distinct ethos, yet all bound by the overarching principles of the Sogmian Vows. Central to this system was the commitment to meritocracy; ensuring that only the finest representatives of each house would ascend to leadership, guaranteeing the Sogmian leadership would always be in the hands of their most exemplary.

However, even the most meticulously crafted system has its vulnerabilities. The haunting corruption of the Akalma house during the Vega Fall incident stands as a somber testament, as does the near extinction the Sogmians faced during the Convergence War.

Yet, from the shadows of their turbulent past, the Segal sector emerges today as a beacon of peace. With the passage of time, the Sogmians are recalibrating their perspectives, striving to find equilibrium between their age-old beliefs and the evolving political landscape of the Galia Expanse.

Located on the outermost rim of the recognized ONI territories, the Night Window sector presents an intriguing anomaly for astrophysicists and space explorers alike. Historical data hints that this sector may have once been the landing zone for the Photoli fleet as they navigated away from the elusive Om sector. Still, tangible evidence of their passage is minimal, with vast reserves of planetary resources seemingly untouched.

The most striking feature of Night Window is its primary star, which, against all astrophysical understanding, has gone dark well before its expected life cycle. This abrupt cessation of luminosity has plunged its surrounding planets into an unending night.

Dedicated research teams from the respected Iris Academy and the Council of Peace have been stationed in the sector, employing advanced instrumentation to decipher the cause behind this star's premature dimming. In the shadow of this darkened sun, an ecosystem has developed in adaptation to the unusual conditions. Life forms on these planets have undergone unique evolutionary paths to exist in constant darkness.

In the absence of concrete findings, many theories have emerged. Some argue that perhaps some kind of natural astronomical event, previously undocumented, led to the star's condition. Others postulate potential interference from advanced technologies. As the rigorous research ensues, Night Window remains a compelling puzzle in the vastness of the ONI territories.

The Denebula Utopia, nestled in a distant arm of the Galaxy, owes its renowned status predominantly to its crown jewel: the planet Denebula. Its unparalleled opulence and idyllic landscapes have rendered it the galaxy's zenith of desirability, both as a residence and a business hub. Its governance lies in the hands of the enigmatic merchant princes, an elite consortium known as much for their vast wealth as for the aura of secrecy surrounding Denebula.

Entry into this celestial paradise is a privilege. You either labor on its pristine terrains, possess an invitation from a merchant prince or hold enough ATLAS—hefty amounts of it. Yet even these prerequisites only gain you passage. To truly immerse oneself in Denebula's splendors, astronomical ATLAS reserves are essential, especially if you are aiming to ascend in the caste system. The planet society is meticulously stratified, with caste-determined access zones and an intricate web of etiquette rules that outsiders can scarcely fathom.

Uniform beauty reigns supreme in Denebula. Every worker undergoes surgical enhancements, their appearances tailored to epitomize allure. Yet, when their shifts conclude, they must retreat to neighboring planets designed exclusively to house Denebula's labor force.

Aesthetics in Denebula is non-negotiable. The planet's elite guard, armed with the pinnacle of technological warfare, ensures that nothing mars its beauty. Yet beneath the planet's serene veneer, a subtle game of power unfolds. Merchant princes, in moments of ennui, engage in clandestine power plays, maneuvering pawns from their own ranks to consolidate influence. However, an unspoken code dictates that these shadowy games remain concealed, never sullying Denebula's immaculate reputation.

The sector surrounding Denebula thrums with activity. Sprawling colonies and bustling markets feed off Denebula's prosperity. Here, adventurers and opportunists seek fortunes, drawn like moths to the luminous promise of Denebula, forever chasing a slice of its golden allure.

The Barrot Gateway, located within the heart of the ONI medium zone, is deceptively ordinary upon first glance—boasting a respectable wealth of minerals but unremarkable biodiversity. Yet, at its heart lies an enigmatic wormhole, a cosmic riddle that has made the sector an intergalactic hub for tourism and speculation.

Legend has it that in the era preceding the Convergence War, an intrepid explorer named Barrot dared the enigma of the wormhole. He returned within moments, but was obviously changed by the passage of time. His vessel was inexplicably different, and his possession of otherworldly trinkets added layers to the mystery. Barrot spun a tale of a realm beyond comprehension—where the laws of gravity faltered and time held no dominion. Within this surreal world, Barrot stumbled upon a grand mansion. Inside, he was challenged to games of wit and strategy by an ethereal being. Triumphing over the trials, he was given the enigmatic trinkets before being whisked back to Galia.

The veracity of Barrot’s account remains the topic of endless debates, but its legacy is undeniable. The sector has evolved into a thriving tourist destination. Opulent gaming estates, inspired by Barrot's narrative, have mushroomed, where visitors wager ATLAS for a chance to earn elusive rewards, echoing the legendary games of Barrot's account.

Yet, the wormhole itself remains an elusive sentinel. Attempts to approach it are exercises in futility. Ships seemingly drift in perpetuity, never bridging the distance—a cosmic illusion that suggests spatial distortions around the phenomenon.

Scholars, adventurers, and dreamers from every corner of Galia are drawn to the enigma of Barrot's Gateway, speculating on the wonders and dangers it might conceal. However, some secrets, as many argue, might be best left untouched.

The Coral Nebula stands out in the galactic tapestry for its enigmatic flora, dominated by the mesmerizing prismatic corals. These luminous, multi-hued corals are not just confined to a single planet but proliferate throughout the sector, adorning some worlds with a stunning coverage of up to 65% of their vegetative landscape.

What makes the prismatic corals truly fascinating is their mystique. The scientific community is still grappling with understanding their nourishment processes and the underlying reasons for their vivid chromatic range. Intriguingly, each color spectrum of the coral is known to possess distinct properties: while some are treasured for their medicinal benefits, others hide potent toxins, rendering them invisible poisons.

One undeniable observation is the symbiotic relationship between the corals and sentient beings. These corals appear to flourish with particular vigor in proximity to intelligent species' settlements. While many secrets of this vibrant vegetation remain locked away, eager harvesters are capitalizing on the corals, harnessing their potential for an ever-expanding industry within the Coral Nebula sector.

Once notorious as the heart of dictatorship and the epicenter of the slave trade in the outer medium-risk zone, Frenir was first on the list when the Council of Peace sought to restore harmony to the borders of its territory. Even the most hardened factions of the underworld viewed Frenir as a blight, noting its practices were grotesquely outdated for the modern galactic era. The Council’s intervention was swift and decisive, practically erasing the entrenched oppressive systems and establishing an interim governance to oversee the shift toward democracy.

It's well-known that the Council of Peace aspires to implement Decentralized Autonomous Organizations (DAOs) throughout the galaxy. The galaxy watches intently, assessing the experimental governance taking shape in Frenir as a potential model for broader galactic reform. However, history has taught that power vacuums are fleeting. Several of the influential slave masters and tyrants managed to evade the Council's grasp, and whispers abound of their imminent return from some other corner of the Galia Expanse.

In the interim, reconstruction efforts dominate the landscape. Numerous civilian organizations, including the altruistic Order of Patrah and emissaries from House Outro, are pouring resources into aiding Frenir's long-oppressed inhabitants, driven by a shared vision of a revitalized and harmonious sector.

In the heart of the Perpetual Belt Sector, an awe-inspiring choreography unfolds. Planets, asteroids, moons, and debris fields glide seamlessly in a mesmerizing display of gravitational harmony, making it appear as though the cosmos itself composed their dance.

With such swift orbital rhythms, the sector boasts rapid seasonal transitions, offering travelers a breathtaking canvas of ever-changing landscapes. Within mere days, one might witness the crisp blossoms of spring evolve into the sultry hues of summer, only to be eclipsed by autumn's golden embrace and winter's silent slumber.

The native ecosystems, from the sprawling flora to the agile fauna, have evolved in tandem with these rapid cycles. Their unique life rhythms have become an intricate ballet of their own, synchronized to the celestial dance overhead. This rhythmic balance has not gone unnoticed by the cosmos at large. A number of free ONI colonies, recognizing the sector's potential, have established numerous flourishing settlements, harmonizing their technological advancements with the sector's natural cadence. The celestial ballet, in all its glory, serves as a testament to the beauty of balance and coexistence.

Vega Fall is a grim chapter in the annals of Sogmian history, a tale so heart-rending that to this day, uttering the names "Vega" or "House Akalma" brings visible discomfort to any Sogmian.

In his prime, Vega was hailed as the most luminous gem of the Sogmian species. His meteoric rise through House Akalma’s ranks, on the back of a series of dazzling military victories, made him an icon. So great was his allure that almost half of the upcoming Sogmian generation aspired to join House Akalma, captivated by Vega's charisma, strategic genius, and unmatched prowess. His acclaim peaked when he was unanimously chosen as the Supreme Leader of the Sogmians by peers from all noble houses.

However, beneath the glittering facade of unity and progress, ominous clouds of discord were gathering over House Akalma. Vega's first act as the Supreme Leader was to relocate the Sogmian capital to what would later be tragically known as the Vega Fall Sector. He began amassing unprecedented power under his house's banner, effectively creating a single, dominant ruling entity. Most alarmingly, Vega introduced a heretical interpretation of the sacred Sogmian Vows, proclaiming that these binding principles applied exclusively to the Sogmians. This ideology brazenly asserted that other species, deemed "uncivilized" compared to the Sogmians, were unworthy of the vows' protection or respect.

This divisive dogma tore the Sogmian society asunder. Even staunch members of other noble houses, ensnared by Vega's magnetic pull, abandoned their familial ties to pledge allegiance to him and House Akalma. The tipping point arrived when an intrepid journalist from House Outro infiltrated Vega's citadel, unveiling a harrowing exposé, titled "Vega Fall." This documentary laid bare the unimaginable horrors happening behind the fortified walls: scenes of enslavement, atrocities, and even cannibalistic tendencies of Sogmians preying on other species.

The revelations from "Vega Fall" united the fragmented houses against Vega and his followers, plunging the Sogmians into a devastating civil war. The conflict culminated in Vega's last stand in his citadel, where he met his grisly end at the hands of the coalition forces.

Those loyalists of House Akalma who survived the carnage were banished, forever branded as pariahs within Sogmian society, which would lead to another great tragedy a hundred years later.

Everstorm stands as a testament to the profound power of Galia’s galactic ecosystem. The sector seems to be drenched in the cosmic currents emanating from Iris, inciting its local star into a tumultuous dance of relentless solar flares and coronal mass ejections. This in turn begets robust magnetospheres around the sector's planets, cloaking them in a relentless wrath of electrifying storms.

Yet, amid this tempestuous backdrop lies a wealth of opportunity. The atmospheric upheaval gives rise to environments abundant in precious gas. Sensing the potential concealed within this chaos, a cadre of pioneering engineers from the medium zone, aligned with Fimbul, embarked on a journey to Everstorm. Their ingenious creation, the Nimbus Spheres, not only offers bastions against the storm's fury but ingeniously harnesses its energy, transforming adversity into a beacon of hope and sustainability.

To the bold and visionary, Everstorm presents an untapped canvas. The Fimbul engineers' ambition is to carve out a democratic oasis within these protective spheres, a sanctuary untouched by external forces and influences.

The unfolding chapters of Everstorm's saga are yet to be written. The only certainty is that the legacy of distant Iris will forever shape its destiny.

The Free Harbors stand as the informal heart of the medium zone, embodying the intricate dance of light and shadow that defines both its inhabitants and the region's intricate political ballet.

Established during the tumultuous days of the Convergence War, the Harbors were envisioned as a sanctuary for those who sought solace from the relentless clutches of factional strife. Fleeing from the scars of a galaxy torn asunder, key members from MUD, ONI, and Ustur pooled their resources, yearning for an existence free from war's hunger, oppression, and despair.

In a swift ascent, the Harbors emerged as the galactic fulcrum of neutrality, wielding unparalleled military might, wealth, and influence.

Yet, ideals often erode in the face of reality. As the Harbors grew in prominence, its shining vision began to tarnish. Factions of diverse motivations, histories, and agendas swarmed under its banner, infusing the sector with a heady mix of ambitions. The very essence of the Free Harbors – its unity – now hangs by a tenuous thread, as disparate groups, including the ambitious Jorvik and other rogue entities, play their power games in the shadows.

The sector has transformed into a volatile cauldron, simmering as if it were on the brink of cataclysmic eruption. Political savants across Galia whisper with trepidation: the genesis of the next great galactic upheaval might very well be the Free Harbors.

The Kamec Sector, presided over by the Democratic Order of Kamec, is a bastion of two unwavering principles: Democracy and Order. It's a realm where cutting-edge technology fuses seamlessly with governance. Here, each citizen is paired with a personal A.I., specifically tuned to echo their beliefs, opinions, and preferences. These A.I.s actively partake in the governmental process, casting votes on all official submissions as a genuine reflection of their human counterpart. With the prowess of advanced quantum computing, Kamec has sculpted a society where every voice – through their A.I. – is considered in public decisions, irrespective of the planet they inhabit within the sector.

However, the integrity of this unique system is often the subject of debate and skepticism. Kamec has consistently rebuffed any attempts by external factions, including the Council of Peace, to inspect the underlying codes that power their democracy. Their defense? An oddly precise 85.7623% of their populace allegedly opposes such external scrutiny. This leaves the rest of the Galia Expanse in perpetual wonder about the authenticity of Kamec's claims.

Economically, the sector is a treasure trove, teeming with valuable crystals and gems. A majority consensus has made it possible for outsiders to mine these resources, granted they strike a deal with the Kamec government and adhere to the mandated fees. For those visiting or wishing to trade, Kamec extends a welcoming hand, so long as there's no threat to their cherished tenets of democracy and order.

Frostsun is a sector locked in an eternal wintry embrace, its once-fiery star now a fading white dwarf nearing the twilight of its lifespan. As this celestial body undergoes its slow, billion-year demise, intriguing crystal-like formations have begun to envelop it. This has given Frostsun's star the mesmerizing appearance of a golden-white orb cocooned within a shimmering crystal.

This stellar transformation has cast a chilly pall over the sector's planets. Once-thriving ecosystems have been reduced to frozen landscapes and desolate wastelands. Yet, amidst this icy desolation, the indomitable spirit of the Profound Punaabs shines bright. A tenacious sub-group of Akenat pioneers, the Punaabs have carved out an expansive subterranean realm within Frostsun. Their thriving underground metropolises have become the heart of commerce, producing and exporting vast quantities of food and minerals to Akenat. In doing so, they've established Frostsun as the preeminent Punaab enclave outside their native Evernat.

The annals of Frostsun's history also recount a tale of valor from the days of the Convergence War. A brave cadre of explorers from Frostsun ventured into the perilous depths of the High-Risk Zone, becoming scouts for the ONI civilization. Yet, five decades have passed without a word from these intrepid souls. Unwavering in their belief, the Punaabs of Frostsun amass resources and hone their readiness, holding steadfast to the hope that they will one day reunite with their lost kin.

On the eastern borders of the ONI territory lies Glowhaven, a sector where the very land itself pulsates with life and luminance. Here, the predominant flora is not of organic material but a rich tapestry of mineral formations. These unique structures possess innate energy currents, bursting into radiant illumination upon interaction with the electromagnetic fields of living entities.

This singular characteristic has birthed an extraordinary ecosystem, painting Glowhaven's landscapes with ethereal light shows. As night descends upon the sector, the horizons come alive in a mesmerizing dance of shimmering hues, a testament to the nocturnal creatures going about their night hunts.

Glowhaven's radiant beauty has not gone unnoticed. From intrepid explorers to passionate hunters, many are drawn to its allure, each hoping to claim a piece of this luminous wonder for their own. Numerous ONI settlements dot the landscape, yet vast swathes of Glowhaven remain untamed. Mining expeditions, driven by both curiosity and greed, carve their paths amidst this alluring terrain.

But it's not just fortune seekers who are captivated. The sector has become a focal point for scientific intrigue. Scholars, particularly those affiliated with the esteemed Iris Academy, are a common sight, meticulously studying the incandescent wonders of Glowhaven. The root cause behind this sector's radiant flora remains one of Galia's enigmas. Yet, there's a palpable sense of anticipation among researchers. Many believe they stand on the cusp of unraveling yet another of Galia's age-old secrets.

The Zenith Door stands as a pivotal nexus within the frontiers of ONI and Ustur territory, bridging the outer and inner territories of the medium-risk zone. This strategic vantage has naturally drawn the establishment of key galactic organizations, from the imposing Dawn Vanguard fleet of the Council of Peace to the illustrious Iris Academy, renowned as the galaxy's foremost academic and research bastion.

While many covet control of this invaluable juncture, the Zenith Door has maintained enviable neutrality. Much of this stability can be attributed to the astute leadership of Chior.eldr. With an unparalleled diplomatic finesse and leveraging the sector's immense prestige and wealth, Chior has skillfully brokered agreements with almost every significant Galia faction, ensuring the Zenith Door remains an oasis for diplomacy amidst the galaxy's power plays.

Yet, these harmonious times seem threatened. Chior has vocally opposed the war initiated by the Council of Peace. Behind the scenes, the Ustur seeks a peaceful resolution, but Vaor Scarka, the formidable secretary of the Council, envisions victory only in vanquishing their adversaries and expanding the Faction's dominion.

Amidst these political machinations, whispers arise: What truly drives the ruler of the Zenith Door?

The ongoing conflict's end remains uncertain, but one thing is clear: the Zenith Door's role will be instrumental in shaping the galaxy's fate.