A Universe at War
The federal government is in turmoil and the racial councils are filled with war hawks. The universe is plunged into a state of inter-galactic war with no end in sight. With the Federal Republic having faded into obscurity, the only remnants the beacons surrounding and protecting the government seats of the great races, pirates and warlords reign. Peace talks are mostly at a standstill with a small beacon of hope breaking through in recent days.
The Ik'Thorne have signed a peace treaty with the WQ Human yesterday forming together in an unlikely alliance. Yet other races that traditionally unite still remain in a technical state of war. A high ranking member of the Ik'Thorne ruling council who agreed to speak on the terms of anonymity offered up what he believed the reason for the peace.
"Vacation! Everyone knows the West Quadrant has the nicest beaches and the hottest night clubs in the entire universe. While the war rages on in other parts of the galaxy we will be taking a break on the blue sandy beaches of New Maui."
The only other government council to make an announcement to the press were the devious Nijarin. Since they were discovered they have rarely ceased their campaign to rid the galaxy of the other great races. Recently they have aligned themselves with the Human coalition and shortly after making a public declaration of war against the Ik'Thorne and Thevian governments. Information on whether or not the Ik'Thorne and WQ Human peace treaty has anything to do with these common enemies being united has not been brought to light.
Innocent bystanders can do little more than wait and hope the federal government regains enough clout to intervene and bring peace talks further along. While there has been no other formal declarations of war in recent weeks the rest of the races remain at odds as well. Privateers each day can be seen walking into their government headquarters and walking out with a grin and a heavier purse after receiving their military payments.
The pirate organization Team International Trading Syndicate has been spotted laying minefields near the remnants of the old Federal Headquarters in the Omar galaxy. While the beacons of protection are gone the Federation Shipyard, Federal Mint and the Monastery of the Iron Maiden remain nestled under TITS' control. Roving traders should be advised that these areas are extremely dangerous.
Diary of a Reckless Pilot
"...Driving your grandfather's shuttle through the hazardous asteroid field was bad enough sober, but while under the influence of Creonti narcotics and trying to calculate the amount of the smelly cargo you would have to move through this maze of flying rocks to not lose this ship, it was almost impossible. You are what the intergalactic police call a "sitting duck". But you somehow make it back to the docking station before you run out of fuel, and hit the bed in your apartment to get at least a few hours of sleep before you wake up and make another 5 cycle run back to Creonti space."