In the backwoods of the Delta Quadrant, thousands of lightyears from Borg space, there existed a large Human empire, spanning thousands upon thousands of systems, occupying fifteen thousand lightyears of space there. Its homeworld, located in the borders of Borg space, was a colossal city built over the continents and seas, its skyscrapers touching the upper portions of the atmosphere, the residents of which bathed in perpetual darkness, in the dark layer known as the stratosphere. Around the plant were massive weapon systems, designed to destroy any invaders, the floating hulks of Borg cubes forming a ring around the world like Saturn, shattered from relativistic cannons hurling large chunks of iron at close to the speed of light, more than a match for the adapting shields of Borg cub as the powerful projectiles overloaded their shields and shattered their hulls; it was the planet of a people constantly at war with the entire quadrant, surrounded by so many endless alien hordes that just one defeat could spell the extinction of Humanity in the entire region, outnumbered by the hordes by more than a factor of 100:1, almost hopelessly hanging by thread with its advanced military forces and its colossal industrial base capable of churning out advanced worships at a moment's notice, before the enemy could even mobilize a fleet of around a hundred vessels. The entirety of the homeworld was surrounded by these ships, each around one kilometer long and three hundred meters wide, with larger, more massive ships reaching sizes of up to five kilometers long, dwarfing the ships in practically every Quadrant, their sizes allowing them to have the immense firepower to completely crack a planet with sustained fire from their immensely powerful weapons.

It was not surrounded by enemies through no fault of its own, however, as they have been known to disable an alien vessel, perform gruesome experiments on the occupants, and reverse engineer technologies to produce better weapon systems to combat whatever alien threat that looms over the cosmos, poised to snuff out the eternal flame that was the Human race in the Delta Quadrant. Humans here were not the diplomats of the Alpha Quadrant here, they were the conquerors of the Delta Quadrant, securing vast stretches of territory and exterminating whatever species got in the way of its expansion, their level of technology irrelevant. It mattered not if they were post warp or pre warp, they were simply reduced to ash with what remained of their population completely and utterly exterminated to make way for the expansion of the empire. The needs of a few lesser species were of no concern to the Emperor or the people that dwelled in the massive city world of Ozryn, only the resources and food that they got to feed the needs of the massive growing populace—to stay pure and distinct from the other aliens that dwelled in the cosmos, waiting to conquer and exterminate mankind from the face of the universe or just dilute it out of existance, leaving it a mongrelized species that was Human in name only, its distinctive traits lost under the sludge of inferior alien genetics. No, man would ascend and conquer all in his path, wiping the misbegotten xeno out before it threatens the very existance of man in the cosmos, its most brief existence threatened by the alien abominations who menaced the very survival of this star nation, where it even from it inception fought off countless invasion from hostile xenos, for the galaxy and the Universe was man's inheritance, not the lesser creatures that crawled from the primordial muck of creation.

The greatest Captain of the Human Star Imperium, Captain Gormal McGuinness, stood on the bridge, stalwart to the unknown and whatever fate that may befall him in the years that lied ahead of him in his journey, in the northernmost portion of the Beta Quadrant, completely uncharted for thousands of years by the Imperium, as its main threats were located primarily in the Delta Quadrant, where it had to contend with the many probing threats from the Borg. Gormal, however, was contenting with the Southern Frontiers of the empire's uncharted regions, scouting out any worlds for the excess population of the Human Star Imperium, colonizing them if they did not have any other hostile life—in this case—sentient hostile lifeforms that would wipe out any such colony from the nigh-unstoppable force that was Humanity in this region of space. Should the planet harbor any such hostile life, he had to purge it, bombarding all population centers from orbit with anti-matter torpedoes, then killing all of the stragglers on the surface with assault troopers armed with plasma rifles capable of reducing a humanoid creature into a pile of smoldering, glowing ash on the floor to be used as fertilizer once the planet recovered from the bombardment in the next two weeks, the fallout from the anti-matter torpedoes clearing up rapidly, its half life a little more than two years. This process left the planet with as little background radiation as possible, even less than the typical planet colonized in the many industrial worlds under the control of the Human Imperium, powered by antimatter reactors capable of synthesizing the nigh-indestructible alloys used in the HMS Bradly, though the background radiation was less than the amount one would contend with on a world like Earth, which, according to sources found from a Romulan captured by the Star Imperium, was still dealing with the effects of nuclear war; however, it was still safe enough for sapient habitation.

The armor of the Bradly was quite formidable, made from Ultronium alloy created from common earth metals fused and strengthened at the molecular level on various forge worlds to around twenty thousand times stronger than high-grade steel. The ship's armor was around five meters thick of this alloy; it could take direct hits from a photon torpedo and still remain perfectly functional as if its paint was scratched from each strike; however, many hits from high-yield photon torpedoes would still compromise the plating, breaching through the hull, killing everyone on the ship's twenty-five decks. Assuming, however, the same compromised spot was hit many times in succession. Military ships from the Human Star Imperium were borderline indestructible, often requiring a 5:1 ship ratio to successfully take on Human ships from this immense military superpower. The durability of these ships did come with a trade off: there were no windows, viewed as a design weakness by the designer of the ship, instead focusing on more armor plating to prevent penetration from powerful anti-ship weapons the other species had brought to bear on the Human race for millennia. Visual feeds from outside the ship were fed through the cameras to various holographic displays throughout with high-resolution cameras that were even clearer than what the best eyes of an organic species could perceive. The Bradly was a cylindrical bunker, propelled by four matter-antimatter engines giving it the force it needed to move its immense mass through space at relativistic, sub-warp velocities. That was not say it was not a slow ship; however, it was designed more with the philosophy of taking out its foes rather than running away from them in the middle of a fire fight. For an extra layer of protection, it maintained a powerful reflector array, shields that could rebound damage off and potentially cause damage to any enemy vessel with beams of energy at it, though the potential for damage was greatly diminished.

Its weapons were some of the most destructive in the cosmos, more than capable of reducing a planet to cinders if the Captain or Admiral so desired to threaten a species with extinction for expanding in the border of its vast empire—to protect the citizens and the gene pool of Humanity in that region—isolated themselves from the polluted Earthlings as the empire so graciously called them. The already immensely powerful weapons systems, developed for the purpose of winning wars while outnumbered, were throughout the ship, the first of which was the fusion disruptor. The fusion disruptor was a specialized beam weapon that compressed the fusion reaction of deuterium and tritium down into a beam, firing it with a range of up to a hundred and fifty thousand kilometers, gutting an enemy vessel when its shields were down, its immense heat igniting the ship's internal atmosphere, turning the ship and its hull into a thermonuclear bomb of many hundreds of megatons. The only remains of an enemy vessel were gas clouds of heavy elements like Uranium or Plutonium, in their primordial form, cosmic dust floating throughout the ether of the cosmos. That was not even the ship's most powerful weapon, rather its ship-to-ship melee range weaponry to fight off any potential boarding party who might try to get within transporter range, the only weakness of the ship's reflector shields. Its most powerful armament was a singularity cannon that did, as the name implied, fire a singularity out of the barrel at relativistic speeds with enough force to smash an Earth sized planet into utter dust, the slug comparable in mass to a large moon, though stored as a red globule of fluid that grows ever more massive in mass once shot out of a containment device. This spinal mounted gun was so devastating that dreadnoughts such as the Bradley could only fire it in a direction that was away from Imperium space, for the projectile would fly, never slowing down unless acted upon by an outside force, possibly striking and smashing an Imperium world with up to a billion or even a trillion people living in it. For other anti-ship weaponry, it used photon torpedoes, all of them of a high-yield—ten times to be precise—of the standardized yield of Starfleet torpedoes. These weapons were the standard of purging planets also, as just one could flatten an entire continent.

What Gormal was Captaining was a dreadnought, a capital ship that usually was behind the smaller, weaker ships, picking off the stronger ships from long range as the weaker ships engaged from the front of the battle, causing the vast majority of the destruction with their immensely powerful, albeit scaled down version of the weaponry employed on the Bradley. The tactical ecumene of this strategy was so effective that most fleet engagement were over almost as soon as they even began, with the survivors retreating, the demoralizing effect of having most of your fleet destroyed when scoring few kills against your enemy setting in. This strategy effectively allowed Humanity to completely dominate almost a quarter of the galaxy, now expanding into the Beta Quadrant, seeking out new planets for Humanity to live in, to employ more people, thus expanding its ever-growing economy. Available jobs were scarce as Humanity's population in this region was massive—around five trillion people—the bulk of it located on Ecumenopoli, like the home world. City worlds were the core of the empire, with industrial worlds, forge worlds, mining installations, tech worlds, and agri-worlds. There was plenty of food and resources for the populace; however, there was no jobs left, leaving around ten percent, up to five hundred billion people unemployed and without any source of income to support their large families, besides maybe universal income.

That was what the Captain was ensuring, the very survival of his empire for fear it would break up into many smaller states competing amongst themselves over petty ideological struggles, leaving Humanity in the Delta Quadrant a collection of ruinous states to be picked off one by one by vengeful aliens, angry at the juggernaut of Humanity for wiping out their civilizations, turning them into nomadic pirates praying upon the surviving empires in Borg Space. He steeled himself for what needed to be done in order to preserve the last bastion of true Humanity in the galaxy, before the empire broke apart into separate nations, fighting each other over the land and resources as if it were a planet, although on a galactic scale. The thought of aliens exterminating Humanity, taking its women as sex slaves to breed abominations made McGuinness sick to his stomach; thus, this was a mission to ensure the continued survival of the Imperium for another few decades in the face of immense job shortages, caused by the ever growing population of five trillion, soon to grow into ten or even fifteen trillion in the next generation.

"Fire the probes into the Southeast quarter of the Galaxy. Make sure they scan for warp trails, to ensure no xeno filth has defiled this region. Otherwise, we could have a two-hundred year crusade, clearing this vast breadth of stars for our people's future in the face of the xeno hordes that could come to defile the planets of this great star nation; thus, we must make sure our colonization of the Southeastern quarter of the galaxy is an easy one, not a long and difficult conquest that spans two hundred years of our time, wasting quintillions of credits in ships, soldiers, and supply in order to purify the region for our people, to secure the vast stretches of land resources for Humanity, the rightful owners of this galaxy for now and eternity," said McGuinness, moving over to the rail and gripping it, looking at the massive view screen of unknown space before him, the immense space where another region of the Human Star Imperium in the next few centuries to come, if the civilization even lasted that long to begin with, surrounded by countless enemies and many internal struggles from a shortage of work.

As soon as that rousing speech was uttered, the helmsman, a blonde-haired, gray eyed man named Cutler, fired the probes into the Beta Quadrant, clearing the vast fog of uncharted space through which new potential interest were to be found for the vast, growing titan that was the Human Star Imperium. The probes traveling through a system revealed one of the first things: the region was inhabited by species that came before the Imperium, hundred of traces of warp trails to be found on this one isolated system in the backwoods of the Empire's untapped region. Some of those warp trails were recent, having appeared as recently as a few months or even hours before the probe so much as left warp nine, more than seven light years from its home ship, on the fringes of the Delta Quadrant. These trails indicated the various trade routes of a vast interstellar empire—having claimed this region before the Human Star Imperium even set its eyes on it—long before, in fact, some of the warp trails indicating the species to have been there long before the written history of Ozryn was even a thought, in around 2,000 BCE. What was even more ominous was the fact that the empire was possibly quite large, much more massive than any other small, disparate alien civilizations the Human Star Imperium threw into the immense trash heap of history, where civilization went to die, for now and forever, remembered as monsters in children's tales, endlessly retold throughout the ages to give the victory of mankind's decisive blow against them the glory, to encourage young boys to go into the army before they pursued any other career. These unemployed men would have the means to feed their families and potential new land for the empire's immense sprawl across into the south, even with the Borg's incessant hinderance to any expansion north into the Delta Quadrant. It was time for a new crusade against the Beta Quadrant, Humanity's purification war against the lesser species that inhabited the Beta Quadrant of space.

While this would mean a potentially long, endless struggle against an alien force on the fringes of the Human Star Imperium's borders, this meant that the men of the society, the ones who were unemployed, conscripted at age sixteen and brought into the fold against any future xeno threat that was not the Borg, a species that had locked Humanity into an eternal stalemate, an incessant nuisance grinding Humanity down to a nub over the course of five hundred years, having to constantly send ships to repel attacks on the Northern front of the empire; however, it was more skirmishes to reduce the possibility of feelers heading out into any frontier systems and destroying valuable research installations where Borg technology was researched and improved upon by the hundreds of millions of researchers who populated Tech worlds, which, as the name implied, specialized in the development of new technologies to wipe the Borg and all alien foes from the face of the galaxy, securing Humanity's existence against the hordes of aliens. To even get a job in the society, one must first serve in the military—starting from age sixteen—for up to four years to ensure that the male population did not grow lazy, feminized, fat, and decadent, thus ensuring a perpetual forge that molded men into strong, masculine men capable of running a society that could fight endless wars for its survival, on the fringes of the Delta Quadrant where everyone wanted to wipe Humanity from the face of the galaxy.

"Well, I guess a crusade should get the lads off their asses and into the fold. As one of our great philosophers once said, 'to live is to fight; he who does not fight, in the natural world where eternal struggle is law, has not the right to exist.' We are securing that right by invading and exterminating our very enemies on the Beta Quadrant, the abominable xeno, whose very existence defiles Humanity's very birth right. This will get the unemployment down to zero by drafting those lazy, hedonistic eaters into the fold—on the other side of the galaxy—where they will fight the greatest force of xenos in the Southeastern Quarter, making us a two-quarter galaxy destined to dominate the whole of it in the next three thousand years at this rate. The other species will quake as we fight them, humiliate them, and sweep them up into the rubbish bin of history—now and forever."

Meanwhile, on the other side of the galaxy, Voyager was on the outskirts of the Delta Quadrant, just over ten thousand light years away from the edges of the Beta Quadrant where the Klingon and Romulan Empires stood, the dominant forces of that sector of the entire galaxy. In a little under ten years, Voyager should be back home. That is, assuming they do not find another wormhole to hasten their journey by another five to ten thousand lightyears, hopefully not too far ahead of their course, for that would delay their journey even further than it needed to be. The region of the Quadrant was completely alien territory to them, one of the few frontiers largely untouched by the Borg, as, according to Seven of Nine, many Borg cubes were destroyed, smashed to bits by some powerful yet unknown species to both the Borg and now the Federation. Now Janeway was going to see what all the fuss was about, if a species other than 8472 could completely stall Borg expansion into a specific region of space that was as dangerous to the Borg as the Delphic Expanse was to the various Vulcan ships, its mere energy fields causing spatial distortions that completely tossed the known laws of physics at the time completely in the dumpster, grabbed a bottle of lighter fluid, sprayed it, lit it on fire, and burned them until they were but a pile of ash. That was what it was as far as Janeway was concerned, a species very much like the Krenim, with their spatial spheres capable of raping the very nature of causality itself. These weapons, however, were shockingly crude, able to shatter a cube into a cloud of metallic debris floating around a large world, rumored to be one big rock coated in concrete and steel, housing hundreds of billions or trillions of Humanoids, all from a militaristic society bent on the destruction of not just the Borg but virtually every species in the galaxy that were not them in order to secure their very survival. What species could bring itself to be, in her mind—so focused on war, so focused on the genocide of outsiders—that virtually all of its technology was put into weaponry development, with the possibility of some FTL development? Their ships were rumored to be so fast that the defensive fleets assigned to anti-piracy duty could respond within ten days, on the very furthest rims of their territory, violating every notion of warp travel that Starfleet knew of at the time.

Her scientific curiosity was piqued by that, driving her to this very region of space in spite of the grim warnings from Seven of Nine about the hostile race that completely rules over this region of space like Nazi Germany over a significant region of Europe, found in a wormhole even the Borg learned to stay out of from sheer attrition. This species version of faster than light travel was what mattered to her. If she could simply grab one of their FTL drives, she could, in theory, completely hasten the trip from there to Earth in a mere matter of ten days, their FTL rumored to allow them to cross vast distances by boring holes into subspace, allowing for travel to certain regions, so long as the coordinates on the navigational computers were punched in. Travel was simply a game of sit back and wait from then on. Another interesting thing Seven of Nine told her was that a ship could not be assailed in subpspace, as the ship was in another dimension, traveling outside of the universe at unquantifiable speeds, in a reality where relativity never mattered to the ship, known as subspace to the layman or hyperspace to the science fiction buff. At the time, it was only known as science fiction, even to the Borg as they struggled to understand the immensely complex science behind traveling through subspace tears to one's destination. With such FTL drives, Star Fleet could man expeditions to other galaxies, a dream formerly impossible because of the vast, almost infinite distance that separated a vessel at maximum warp to a neighboring galaxy or even the Large Magellanic cloud. Why, it would take around two thousand years to bridge the immense gap between Andromeda and the Milky Way, as a ship, travelling at maximum warp, was only aloud to travel at around a thousand or so lightyears per year, whereas these ships were more than capable of doing a thousand a day—by boring holes into the pocket dimension where the ship could accelerate to practically infinite velocities, far exceeding lightspeed by a factor of billions.

"Captain, subspace rupture detected," said Harry Kim, analysing the data of the planetary system through the use of his console, complex mathematical equations flashing throughout the screen, the very kind that indicated to anyone who was trained in astrophysics what those long strings of calculations represented.

Just as Kim said that, one large tear opened up in space, blacker than the cosmos, devoid of all stars, surrounded by a vortex of swirling, blue particles as something was about to come out of the large tear in space time. There was a ship roughly the size of voyager, scanning the vessel for any signs of life that might be in an otherwise dead system, completely empty of all life outside of a few frontier outposts, used to detect invasions from other life forms who might want to encroach on this vast interstellar empire's territory. While it was as large as Voyager, it was not shaped like Voyager, retaining a more submarine like shape, equipped with scanners to pierce the thick veil of the abyss or to sort out whatever lifeforms may be aboard a vessel before making the decision to destroy it. It was obviously not equipped with any weapons and bore only one lifeform, a Human, very much identical to the Humans from the Alpha Quadrant. This led Janeway to believe it was a science ship, developed purely to survey systems for this empire's colonization or conquest of any systems that harbored sapient life to—in Seven of Nine's words—threaten the purity of their emprie, their grand expansion of thousands of systems using a faster than light travel method that was potentially centuries ahead of anything StarFleet could create, preferring exploration and diplomacy in contrast to that empire's need for conquest and manifest destiny. The fact that the vessel's pilot was human along with the fact that these Humans—separated from their Homeworld tens of thousands of light years away—was more than able to populate a significant portion of the Milky Way Galaxy without the need for warp drives greatly disturbed Janeway.

"How such violent savages could put aside their differences, populate a large section of the galaxy, displace or exterminate untold thousands of sapient species in the region, and outnumber the entirety of Humanity on the other edge of the galaxy a thousand to one is quite shocking. We do know that Humanity had been abducted by aliens and sent to far flung region of the galaxy by them before, but this is impossible. The founder population of this species must be around a few thousand or so individuals, making these Humans catastrophically inbred, unless of course they found the means of removing harmful recessive genes from their gene-pool," said Janeway, puzzled at the fact that such a species, her species, grew to be such a menace in the Delta Quadrant as the descendants of abductees—little more than a few thousand—populating a massive sector of the galaxy without any genetic malformations whatsoever.

"Pus, with such a large population based on scant Borg estimates, it is logical to assume they have not only a stringent eugenics program but a massive birthrate of around 5-6 children per every woman in the society, implying a patriarchal society," added Tuvok.

"As repugnant as this society may be, we need their FTL tech to get home. Any suggestions?"

"Attack!" replied Chakotay

A/N: Want to see the Human Star Imperium cleanse the galaxy of all misbegotten xenons, fanatical purifier style, just like in Stellaris. Stay tuned