Whispered stories heard in labor camps and peasant hovels tell of the once powerful Altarian Republic. In the war history records as the Third Altarian War, known by some as the War of Evil, the young galaxy reached a turning point. Once again the good Altarians launched a crusade against their evil neighbors, the Yor.

Among the Altarian people, little was known about the Yor. Fiercely loyal and disdainful of the flesh races, the Yor had become a mounting threat. In a war only one year earlier, some of the outer planets fell to the collective. Now rumors of missing freighters and vanishing bases were circulating again. When senate voted for the war, the Altarian people cheered as their powerful fleets set out to strike at the heart of the Yor systems. However, something went wrong in military intelligence. The wealthy, industrious Yor quickly upgraded their starships, and the Altarian fleets were reduced to rubble. The republic trembled, the Yor were coming.

The senate quickly abandoned research and public works in an attempt to produce enough fighters to stop the advancing Yor corvettes, but it was an exercise in futility. Heavily armed and armored, the Collective's Phasor Corvettes annihlated all opposition. Soon transports carrying billions of the evil robots descended from the sky, and the good Altarians were wiped out of existence.

Now in control of nearly half the galaxy, the evil Yor Collective had little trouble assimilating the planets of the other races. Yet even under the heel of their galactic masters, the people still hope and dream. Perhaps in another galaxy, another universe, another time, the good races will prevail, and the people will be free.

I was only introduced to this game a week ago, and it’s quickly become one of my favorites. The forums could really use a section for fiction, though. I do have one question: When does a person get time to sleep?