Welcome to the the space among stars, planets, moons, event horizons. The orbital stations are overcrowded. Fuel is dear. Merchant guilds dominate trade. Galactic nobility command the taxes. Tech prophets transmit word of new discoveries over the lattice to feed our false hopes.
Much of a once-great civilization is now cracked and broken, its worlds adrift in blight and silence. Home and hearth are a distant memory — the void is untamed, cold, and we struggle to endure within it. Travel between the derelict reaches is a greatly feared and dangerous undertaking. Only the daring ride through the old gates, chasing myths of lost riches and forsaken power.
Our predecessors had discovered a way to harness the RIP — gravitational waves extruded from the collision of galaxies. They rode it like surf and sowed their seeds, managing to establish secure outposts, stations, colonies, worlds, sectors — many sparks out there in the vastness of space.
Their arrogance made them believe they had triumphed, that dominance was within reach. But they were wrong.