Illegal Astronauts

Humanity lives on among the mapped stars of the Milkyway Galaxy. Here the colony-based Syndicated Corporations and the void faring Outcast Clans fought the largest war humanity has yet to endure. All to obtain that which should not exist: anomalous material birthed from a universe of infinite variables.

These manifestations of chance have allowed humanity to craft technology once beyond our grasp. Near light speed travel, energized plasmatic shielding, and sustained fusion has been attained through application of these unique occurrences.

By the events of the Main Era, the 1st Syndicate-Outcast War has concluded in a tense stalemate. It's end manufactured only through the combined will of the pawns. All those who refused to continue the fight on that meat grinder of a world: Ursula-12.

But, the tension was not relieved in that final spasm of chaos. Space-A-Gades and KILLTEAM mercenaries born of veterancy and co-opted valor still fight for pay along the Frontier regions and within the colonies themselves.

Outcast clans continue to travel the known systems as bedouins. Some, so large they double the population centers they visit bringing trade and news. Others, slip into systems from behind the radio dome of the local sun and strip the orbital bodies for all they're worth.

The citizens of the Syndicated Colonies live, work, and die among their peers. Some in the vast, uncaring embrace of space. Others, on the ground among industry and sky tearing mega-structures. All in a swarm of untold numbers across the ecumenopolises: city planets. The largest, the seat of power, named Uruk after the first city of law.

And within all these great, interlocking machines is the individual. The people and the persons operating within the mechanisms of the universe.

Here are people being people as the gears of the heavens turn.