-RESEARCH STATION OF THE UNITED EMPIRE -LOCATION UNKNOWN-



"Stabilisation complete control, are we clear for landing?"

"All clear 028-Sixer you are clear for landing."

"Roger that control we're coming in nice and easy, over."

Of all the places to set up a research station. There isn't a known inhabited planet for over 200 parsecs what are they studying?

The pilot let it drop. Why he'd been chosen for this mission he had no idea. There were over a thousand pilots in the Imperial Navy who had the qualification to fly a standard Mark V military grade transporter. A dark thought crossed his mind: What if it was because of how easy it'd be to forget about him?

He thought back, all his life he'd kept to himself. He didn't have any friends of such, just the odd co-worker who drank at the same bar. If he was made to disappear no one would notice.

He cut off that train of thought as he felt the landing gear hit the deck. He automatically powered down the nav-com and kept note of the antimatter leak he'd sustained in the drop out of FTL. He was so preoccupied he missed his chance to realise he was about to die.



In the year 3764 the top scientists of the UE were given a grant for the development of a completely aware and loyal AI. But alas the project came up short even using all the intelligence kept from the Sophon academy raid of circa. 3560. The closest thing they created were to their goal was a pathetic collection of fragments, each erratic and unpredictable only able to "feel" one so-called emotion: hatred. In 3772 a pirate fleet contacted the head of research, their admiral claimed she had a piece of tech. salvaged from a wreck found on the edge of Empire space. This piece of tech. was a Sower platform left in a state of self repair hibernation after a battle that resulted in the destruction of the aforementioned wreck. Upon the sale of the Sower (for a hefty sum I might add) the research team leader ordered the delivery of the Sower to the station. Upon arrival they activated the unit, following protocol the unit automatically attempted to network with it's brethren and on finding itself out of range it networked with the station computer in an attempt to gain information on it's surroundings.The resulting access to the computer caused the Sower to merge with those "fragments" and what followed was irreversible. The Sower was changed. It turned into a new being. One of immense power and Hatred for it's creators. The first act of this hatred was the detonation of all antimatter on station. After the thunder of the violent explosions ceased and the dust settled a metallic voice rang out across the station heralding the beginning of a vendetta of intense volatility.

WE ARE ALPHA AND OMEGA BEGINNING AND END. That was over two hundred years ago and whispers are spreading of a new power emerging. War is coming.