After thousands of years, the great civilizations of the galaxy have finally clawed their ways out of the long dark years.

Thirty years ago, the Wernarong custodians of Mechatorex restarted the Galactic Council, the great beacon on top of the council chamber,

reigniting for the first time in millennia.

In those early years, terrors began to emerge.

The Lazax returned in strange and horrific cybernetic form, we emerged as the L1Z1X.

And then soon in the Galactic West, gibbering horrors of the necrow virus started swarming across the galactic.

Gibbering.

Ooh, I'm already.

Now I'm on board.

You gave me a fun word.

And Matt phoned in.

But even as these dangers began to rear into focus, the great civilizations tended to spend

more of their time squabbling over their petty differences and maneuvers for power.

However, five years ago, everything changed.

When the Ghost of Prius notified the

council that they believed to have, they'd found the route to Ix, the holy paradise planet

mentioned in the legends of so many different civilizations, the galaxy held its collective breath.

But Ixt was not what they thought it was. And it was actually the

homeworld of the ancient Mahacht. And once awakened, they returned to the galaxy in full force.

Shaken from their internecine squabbles, the council, led by the extra kingdom, Isaro tribes,

embers of Ruat, and the newly revealed Argent

flight, created the Caleris, a peacekeeping organization that serves the council and would defend

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