We were soldiers.
The denizens of the Sagittaria galaxy were at war. Humans. Djiro. Seyrens. Kanta. Other races were pulled in unwillingly. No-one could agree with each other. Each wanted to rule the galaxy and the other races. Over time, they each developed better technology, better medical care, better ships, spanning over decades of war.
But then the Ghiak Feith came. Thanks to our focus on each other, their strike was swift and effective, leaving many planets reeling from their brutality. Their technology outweighed ours, their unity unmatched as they overtook entire systems and spread across the galaxy. It was out of desperation and fear that we who were once at war with each other banded together to face the new threat.
We were heroes.
The Autumn Star became a symbol of hope – a beacon of light against the darkness as its crew hurtled into battle at the forefront of the retaliation against the Ghiak Feith. With courage, determination, skills, and a lot of luck, we stormed into the fray to turn the tide against the enemy. It was our actions in the end that determined the fate of the galaxy – and it was by our hands that the Ghiak Feith’s leader was killed, and his forces driven out.
Finally with the threat gone, the denizens of the Sagittaria galaxy banded together to form the Galactic Federation – headed by the Galactic Court. Representatives of each race came together to forge bonds once thought impossible. An alliance was agreed upon, and peace reigned through the galaxy. They were grateful to us for everything we did to save the galaxy. But the gratitude did not last. Eventually, they started shunting us aside, burying any memory of us. When they couldn’t succeed in that, they began finding petty reasons to start arresting members of the crew and lock them away.
We became criminals.
Everyone has the potential to be an asshat in a flower crown.
