"It is said that power corrupts, but actually it's more true that power attracts the corruptible. The sane are usually attracted by other things than power." - David Brin
The Kingdom of Avalon
In The Year of Our Lord
2930. Our cosmo's are a far-away realm where the stars have stopped bleeding red from conflict and strife. We have stopped killing eachother, our minds only obsessed over enemies long and distant. The desire for dominance and self preservation reign supreme. The Empire of Avalon stretches for miles across space, a unique monarchy of untold power and influence.
Hundreds upon thousands of planets gleam in the celestial sea, acting as beacons of light and perhaps even hope for the universe's weary travelers. Advancements technology were wrought by a Renaissance in society and its institutional structure, urging forth a unified, constitutional republic in the way of progression, but they may have created a monster in return. A machination of unified religion and government in which misguided genius clashes in a horrendous format with unbridled optimism to bring forth some sick, twisted, version of a "Bigger, brighter tomorrow in the dawn of the 30th century!" ..But alas, there is a shimmer of hope for those lavishing in the "Safety" of this new world.
.....And no place is darker or, if you ask the propaganda-spewing evangelists, brighter than the colony of Avalon, the Alliance's crown jewel of an ugly, thinly veiled oligarchy of fat tyrants eating away at it. Avalon is prized to be some kind of utopia of perfection, a sprawling metropolis housing multiple species and cultures in some sadistic wonderland of endless possibilities, being added to like a child carelessly slaps blocks together.
The idiots never once look beyond their pitiful existence to see the hells of the worlds amongst them. The wars brewing amongst their greedy neighbors. War has begun. It is us against our foes. Against the Machines and their godless hordes who crawl at our gates just waiting, begging to rip into us..Hell is breaking loose in this universe, and it's going to rip the "unshakeable bonds of unity right out of its bloody frame!
Caesar bled for the sake of the Roman Empire, for his mistakes of being too good a politician, for being too good of a warrior and a hero...
Now we'll all bleed for being too good of a nation, of a species, and of a culture...
Audaces fortuna iuvat, friend. Fortune only favors the bold....