House of Verd
A L L - F A T H E R
ZENITH PRIME
When observed, the Galaxy operated on a cycle. Those with no qualms about spilling the blood of innocents would rise from the shadows. With ambition raging in their chests, they would cut a corner of the universe for their own dominion. Subjugation. Suffering. All would transpire underneath the boot of these monstrosities. And those fortunate enough to survive would find themselves bereft of all they knew. In the void of family, love, and home, a desire for vengeance takes root. Uprisings occur. And soon, the vicious forces are forced back to the Darkness. So has it been for eons, so it was in the present.
Towards the east of House Verd's home, Netra'yaim, laid a world crafted by Vong hands. Centuries ago, this had been a "test" planet for the race's terraforming technologies - and thus it was home to effectively every biome one could imagine. Up until recent months, it had existed without a standing government or thriving population - save for the military presence of whichever nation was in power nearby. Yet, as the cycle of the Galaxy continued, the ravenous Bryn'adul arose in the east. Their rampage swept across many worlds, forcing the innocent to flee or suffer devastation.
Many who survived found shelter on Zenith Prime. Yet not all who fled were of excellent character. There were those who simply wished to live out the remainder of their peace. There were some who wished to take up arms and fight back the scourge. And there were some...who desired to prey upon the survivors. These sordid souls hailed from Hutt Space and took flight as the rampages crept upon their hiding places. To them, Zenith Prime was a succulent fruit ripe for the picking. And so they stole. And so they extorted. And so they seized control.
In the end, the encampments of Zenith Prime lived in fear - not of the rampages, but of the criminals which held them bound. They were afraid to reach out to the larger governments, for fear of being killed before aide could arrive. Afraid to do anything but comply with the oppression. That is, until a brave handful mustered together a modest sum of credits. The mindset was fighting fire with fire, and thus a report came across the desk of Strill Securities. The organization had been commissioned to do one thing: clean house.
As an organization related to House Verd, the opportunity to aide in the reckoning was opened to the family and their allies. A grander chance to arm themselves and leap into battle there hadn't been in quite some time. Thus, Zenith Prime found its orbit home to a new host of vessels. The House of Warriors had arrived.
CAMP ARCENEAU
In decades past, Camp Arceneau had been home to the civilian population of Zenith Prime. In the present, this has become the primary refugee encampment. At a glance, the once-thriving locale is synonymous with a prison - towering walls, barbed wire, and armed droids patrol the streets. The goal here is simple: enter the Camp, eliminate all hostiles.
BRING YOUR OWN OBJECTIVE
The world of Zenith Prime is vast and open to explore - how will you shape your story?
