The Universe is a Dangerous Place

In the late 20th century, scientist started to warn that our way of life was damaging the planet. As the 22nd century dawned, predictions of the collapse of the complex web of ecosystems that sustained life on Earth were proving true. It became clear that humanity needed a new home if it was going to survive.

A fleet of self-sustaining space vessels was built. Using technology that permitted space travel almost as fast as light, less than a million people left a planet in its death throws in search of a new beginning. The destination was a distant solar system that was discovered to contain a planet that appeared to mimic Earth in many ways.

The planet was named Novus.

After a journey that lasted over two decades, the settlers reached Novus. With a fully developed ecosystem of flora and fauna, landscapes, oceans, and lands ripe for cultivation, humanity's next evolution had begun. Colonies sprang to life, factories were built, and farms established. The Alliance Council was formed to govern on a planetary level and Mankind's future was brighter than ever, leading to endless possibilities and triumphs, until the day the launch of a single alien probe crumbled all such certainty to dust.

 The research expedition exploring the Novus jungles only caught a glimpse before it jumped out of the atmosphere and away. They described it as fleshy, organic, and most distinctly wet, as if to be sweating. Neither its origin nor destination could be defined from the residue left with its launch, a residue soon found to be a by product of a heavy reliance upon water as a central life source. This new organic and apparently intelligent species was soon dubbed 'The Nautilids'.


Exploration of neighbouring solar systems immediately began, though no further sign was discovered. Contact probes were dispatched on mass, and Voyager class Caravel fleets were quickly following in their wake.

It was two years before any sign of the Nautilids was seen again. An Alliance Navy Caravel sent an abrupt message, telling of a ship as large as any of the Novus orbital colonies, en route to Novus itself. The message was the last that was heard and it arrived much too late.

The Nautilid ship arrived part of an organic armada, and any hails, or attempts at peaceful contact were soon abandoned with the rapid destruction of anything in it’s way. The spearhead of the dreadnought and capital ships upon its flanks merely palmed aside any blockades the Alliance could muster. It continued relentlessly along it’s chosen path, as the capitals and fighters splintered to engage all around, driving and widening the wedge through the Alliance Fleet’s defences, and slamming into the Novus surface.


Tremors from the impact were felt several hundred miles away, but the dust clouds and storms were nothing in comparison to the shock of what followed. An overwhelming tide of vehicles - or creatures, it wasn’t yet known - flooded from the depths of the new purple ocean now filling the impact crater. Within a month, five of the seventeen capital colonies were simply consumed, and it was by luck alone the Alliance surface armies were able to redeploy and halt the advance.

The Naval campaign was just as desperate, with Alliance fleets near Novus violently shoved back to a wedge to the planet’s far side. The orbital colonies able to relocate in time would now spend the following months in perpetual night.

Space battle

After abandoning their original home humanity is once again under threat. This time the danger is a seemingly limitless alien force of which little is known - even the reason for the invasion is still a mystery.

Little do these 'Nautilids' know, humans are no strangers to war...