We are at the crossroads of Galactic History. The Galactic superpowers of the 23rd century are all crumbling. The Nalshian Empire further disintegrates as warlords vie for power, the civil war rages on. Their imperial subjects bide their time to break free. The United Systems of Humanity is still embroiled in its Interregnum, 18 years since the Coalition launched its coup. The people protest, and the planets riot.The coalition government seems to be on its last legs. The Galactic Council, the singular entity everyone hoped would be the bastion of stability and hope in these dark times is pressed on all sides. Internal pressure from its many members mounts while its borders are frequently raided by outlaws, pirates, terrorists, and dissenters from its 2 unstable neighbors. Things only seem to get worse. As the Galaxy around him burns, a disgraced Human captain with questionable origin sips his whiskey inside a GC spaceport.Watching, observing, listening.Planning.