It's been 16 long years since this goddamn war started. A pointless feud amongst three alien races, ignorant of their mistakes and ignoring the warning of danger that has been given to them with the coming of the Vasari Exodus in Trader Space. Another pathetic mistake to haunt history's halls, all but forgoten once the harvest is is chasing the alien remnants...something dark, twisted and evil enough to drive us mad with fear and crush us, leaving only barren worlds in their wake... Diplomacy followed in the later years of this pointless struggle but they were all backstabbing fools, capable of selling their own mothers for money or power, deliberately oblivious of greater threats...
Some may ask, who am I to judge, what makes me better than the rest, what gives me the right to criticize the actions of the war leaders. This question has been adressed to me by citizens of the TEC, Vasari, and even the enigmatic Advent and their religious Unity. Well, those with enough mind not to shoot on sight or attempt to enslave or convert me to some creepy mind-melding religion. Heh...who I am is not important...in the 10.000 years I spent struggling with life, my name was lost among many other things belonging to my past... Now I call myself Omega, a name I have earned for myself due to me usually bringing an end to different things: war, peace, lives... I'm a bad omen of sorts, though I'd rather describe myself as a tired old man, sick of all the horrors of the world, though my look says otherwise. I look like a rather tall and slim human male in his early fourties covered with tons of nameless scars from a life too long and violent,the most obvious of which being a three talon scar on my left eye,which luckily hasn't taken its toll on that eye's sight, having pale skin, red eyes with a soft glow and silver hair, swept backwards. To be honest, the truth is somewhat different; I am the last remnant of an extinct race of age-wise immortals who were unlucky enough to be one of the previous targets of the Vasari Stalkers. And this is my story...
During the last 16 years I had a rather busy life, although I soon got used to its speed. After having purchased a small frigate from the Trader planet of Caldera I have set out on a journey to investigate a little bit how the war was going, and what their plans were. I had to do my best to aid some of the Vasari, those interested enough in the fate of their galaxy, spread the message of the coming threat. At first, at least for the Vasari,a few of the Advent and the edge worlds of Trader Space it seemed interesting. But as the war progressed and I noticed how little attention did people actually show towards the true threat, being obviously very busy fighting one another instead of making a brave stand against the darkness, I found it necessary to intervene. Deeming the Vasari of lowest priority due to their awareness of their enemy, in an attempt to form an aliance I infiltrated the TEC closer to the core worlds. Hell, I even started a life for myself. I chose a human general named Donna Cromwell as a mate. We were in a relationship, to address myself in more human terms but it ended pretty quickly when, although I thought at the time I gained a trustworthy ally, I departed, noticing my attempts at influencing the Traders of the danger of the Stalkers went ignored or unnoticed, even with the help of a quite high-ranking human officer as my former mate. However, even after leaving trader space, me and Donna remained close friends, and I always thought I had a dependable person there, in case I ever needed help. Even more desperate and frustrated due to the almost obsessive ignorance of the humans, I seeked help in the ranks of the Advent. Unsurprisingly and sadly, it ended somewhat worse than with the other humans. My people had been known for their unrivalled psychic potential and my psy energy was quickly felt by the Advent as I entered their territory. The matriarchs wouldn't listen to me unless I was part of the Collective, so I reluctantly agreed to join the Unity. I never heard so many voices screaming in my head since the death of my people. It was shocking and it brought back some disturbing memories to say the least, but I got used to it quickly... There was an advent girl named Tiere who conforted me when I had to open my mind for the matriarch to gaze inside and see what information I came up with. She was a beautiful young woman and we quickly became close friends, and even more than that... It was a pleasant experience, sexual intercourse among with the share of feelings and sensations caused by the Advent mating rituals involving a more intimate link between those mating was fascinating, especially for a first timer, case of which was for both of us, me involving the link, her involving both the link and the physical connection itself. My experience of their society brought wonderful insights, but my relationship with the Advent girl drew to a halt when the patriotism of her people convinced her to side with her foolish matriarch who, after seeing more than she was supposed to while literally picking my brains, thought my forced joining of the Advent in order to harness my power and use it against the other two would be most beneficial. Damn fools... I had to flee before it was too late and while me and Tiere remained friends, our connections were lost the moment I severed my conection to the Unity.
Sad and desperate, I lost hope. But then I noticed that, during the crumble of the alliances, splinter factions started to form amongst the three Forces. Noticing, I took my chance, turning my eyes towards the most promising of the three species, as far as starting a rebellion was concerned: the Vasari Empire...