Introduction

The Shadows had been unleashed upon the unsuspecting universe. Seemingly unbeatable, the Shadows ravaged anything that stood in their way. Impervious to any and all weapons thrown at them, billions died, planets were destroyed, entire fleets crumbled in mere hours. When the hour seemed the most desperate, the Shadows suddenly retreated back to their own domain, no word, no reason, they just left. The massive scar that hung in the stars vanished.
When a lone ship emerged, weary from battle, weary from the struggles, it was then told. All of creation had been saved by a small band of "heroes." This mystical threat simply described as the Solari had retreated and taken their army of Shadows with them. But like any good heroes, they didn't stick around.
As the worn down ships and people returned back to their homes to lick their wounds and count their losses, it had become apparent that things would never again be the same. All that was left was the clean-up. Many governments had toppled and only the strongest had barely come out alive. Everyone had at least lost someone and it didn't take long before people began to blame one another. Like any fire, it started out small, simple accusations. However, as it seemed apparent that the governments and namely the Federation could clean up, people began to take matters into their own hands.
Gradually beginning to split off, it only took a few months before the entire quadrant was in anarchy. With the Federation struggling to regain control of what little it had left, it became obvious that things were going to get worse...

Assembling the best that it could find, the Federation put together a small fleet of ships. Originally simple ships, these were armed to the teeth and set out to regain law and order by any means necessary. Spread out across the quadrant, these group of people are seen by some as a beacon of hope... and by others, terrorists, out to instill their violent ways upon the universe.