After centuries of turmoil, The Galaxy of Ordaeus has a chance at peace.
However, as sages have stated for millenia, peace is but the time of preparation for the next war.
The Empire of Ordaeus, a human-ruled coalition of systems have proven themselves time and again as a dominant force in the galaxy. Controllers of several critical resources and galaxy-wide production bottlenecks. Defenders of a staggering number of loyal systems, with a population in the hundreds of billions. Ship and weapons technology rivaled by few in power and none in supply. Their Galactic Navy; peerless in size, with extensive training and unmatched equipment. The aegis of an empire unmatched in all of history.
Unmatched except, perhaps, by a small group called the Resistance. To some? They are criminals. Scum that prevented the Empire uniting the galaxy and bringing about a golden age. To others, they are the last hope of a free galaxy, where all peoples are free to live life as they see fit, free of chains and the rule of a tyrant. Still others tell a tale of their origin; a movement started by Navies rising from the anonymity of the ranks of their fellows, and taking a stand against an empire they thought to be unjust, harsh, and regimented to the point of dehumanization. One thing is for certain, for better or worse these fighters have proven themselves courageous, skilled and lucky, time and time again.
The asymmetric war between the Empire and the Resistance raged for years. Many lives were lost, and it would have continued in that path if not for the plague that overtook the entire galaxy in the form of the Khivux. A parasitic species of slug-like creatures, they crawl in through the ear and take their host's brain, mind, body and soul as a personal slave. Once they happened upon the den of misery that is war, there was no stopping their takeover. Before anyone even knew they existed they had already taken several systems, not discriminating between the carefully controlled Empire systems or the wild freedom of the Resistance-backed systems.
The Empire and the Resistance were forced to band together to keep the galaxy safe, but even with the two old enemies working together, the Khivux continued their unstoppable march throughout the stars. Only one thing saved the Galaxy from enslavement: just as the Khivux bore down on the last systems not enslaved, a chemical admixture named "Mindfire Toxin" was distributed out to all naval and resistance ships. A gaseous substance, when the toxin was breathed in by a Khivux host it performed a dizzying sequence of reactions, that ended with the parasite dead, yet leaving the host relatively unharmed.
The year is now 5032, Imperial Calendar. With the last Khivux being hunted down on the fringes of known space, sides are beginning to form again. A truce, hastily agreed upon, starts to strain, fraying at the edges. The Empire, and by extension the Navy, has started preparing to return to it's old expansionist ways. However every action has an equal and opposite reaction; the old embers of resistance flare once again. "The New Resistance" grows by the day, eager to maintain this fragile fingerhold on freedom.
Tensions are running high everywhere. Ambition threatens to swallow whole the fragile truce. One thing prevents a return to the old war:
The Phoenix Nebula.
An almost mythical place. Seat of a mysterious ancient race long passed; a treasure trove of advanced technology. The source of the Mindfire Toxin that saved the galaxy.
The only problem? The saviors that brought the weapon to Empire space; Those brave men and women that braved unknown reaches of the galaxy for a hail-Mary shot at salvation all died in the line of duty. Their ship's computer was damaged beyond repair, and their final desperate wormhole jump sent through a ghost ship demanding it's precious cargo be collected from amongst the crew's corpses. The Khivux were defeated, but now the spectre of that incredible place looms large.
Find the Phoenix nebula, find the power to rule, or save, the galaxy.