Become the Crisis
Nathema, pre-Carlac Convention
Darth Solipsis
A small number of aging warships floated in orbit over the planet below. Nathema had at one point been the lynchpin of Onrai's empire, the place by which she had been able to stockpile resources and create an otherwise self-sufficient world that had been ruined through the collapse of past empire. The population of Nathema had been moved to Kinoss, then from Kinoss to the world she had started calling the tongue twister of Parallelepipedia. That said, the threats were gone, and now was as good an opportunity as any to work on digging up anything that remained of her time here.
Onrai had additionally sensed something while in Otherspace - the resurgence of a familiar power. Yes, chaos was going to rise in the material world in due time, and opportunities would arise. Perhaps one such opportunity in and of itself would come sooner rather than later. Distortions in the fabric of hyperspace made themselves plain, and the small group of ships were set to red alert. They were survivors of dozens of battles and were well-trained and hardily resolved for whatever came next.
Darth Solipsis
A small number of aging warships floated in orbit over the planet below. Nathema had at one point been the lynchpin of Onrai's empire, the place by which she had been able to stockpile resources and create an otherwise self-sufficient world that had been ruined through the collapse of past empire. The population of Nathema had been moved to Kinoss, then from Kinoss to the world she had started calling the tongue twister of Parallelepipedia. That said, the threats were gone, and now was as good an opportunity as any to work on digging up anything that remained of her time here.
Onrai had additionally sensed something while in Otherspace - the resurgence of a familiar power. Yes, chaos was going to rise in the material world in due time, and opportunities would arise. Perhaps one such opportunity in and of itself would come sooner rather than later. Distortions in the fabric of hyperspace made themselves plain, and the small group of ships were set to red alert. They were survivors of dozens of battles and were well-trained and hardily resolved for whatever came next.