It had been a long, long time since the start of the Golden Age and the galaxy was once again beginning to slip into a divided state. Although the Arcadian Galactic Commonwealth had controlled the galaxy for over a thousand years, the individual sectors in said nation had begun to have their own nationalistic identity crises. Long since gone were the days where the total loyalty and devotion to the legendary God-King Arkhan were part of everyone’s psyche, and although legends stated that the God-King and his Draconic Wife had left the galaxy for unknown reasons along with the massive force of intelligent war machines, modern scholars did not believe that the so-called ‘God-King Arkhan’ was even a real being.

While there was evidence to support the idea that Arcadia had once been a minor player that had quickly risen to control the whole galaxy, this was attributed to natural Arcadian luck and the complete stupidity of the other major players. Still, none could deny that the whole picture looked very ‘Deus ex Machina-y’ and that the meteoric rise of Arcadia was a miracle in and of itself. But this was just the side told by those who wished to keep Arcadia together. Each sector had a different story, each painting their own sector as the one solely responsible for the rise of the nation that now governed the galaxy.

After a few generations of growing nationalist identities, the dam broke and seemingly all at once over twenty sectors declared secession and tried to form their own independent nations. This act was echoes by other sectors declaring their own independence and soon the only part of the Galaxy that still wanted to preserve the old Arcadian Galactic Commonwealth was isolated and alone.

The newborn nations ignored the fools who still held on to the old nation, and began to war among themselves in order to determine which amongst themselves would become the new rulers of the galaxy. They were so preoccupied that they failed to notice the Hyperspace Comms signal being broadcast over open hail that erupted from the last vestiges of the once-great Arcadian Galactic Commonwealth until it had summoned the one it called out for.

None took notice when the signal stopped.

None took notice when the vestiges of the Arcadian Galactic Commonwealth declared a ‘war of reclamation’ on the ‘rebellious forces that have brought low the greatest nation in galactic history’.

None took notice when the territory controlled by Zeyhris began to refuse entry to any and all forces of the rebel nations.

But when the largest fleet battle in modern history was interrupted by the arrival of an armada fifty times the size of the combined fleets that were battling for control, the galaxy stood still and took notice.

As the drifting husks of more than thirteen thousand ships lay dead in the void with their destroyers having not a scratch upon them, a single message was broadcast from the largest ship in the unknown fleet.

“I, Arkhan Aesir Arcadia, the God-King of the Arcadian Galactic Commonwealth, leave you all for a measly eight hundred and thirty-nine years and this is what I come back to?”

And with that question, the collective jaws of the galaxy dropped, and a new story began.