Vikkron (DISCONTINUED)

Vikkron (DISCONTINUED)

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The Izal, not knowing what to do, offered their symbol of peace, the clench of a fist for the Izal culture. Then, the Genesis picked up signatures of priming weapons... ...The female looked down, regret on her face. She closed the transmission and fired. Even after it all, the Izal didn't understand. They knew why it all came, but in the end, not even victory satisfied them. Why? The crew of the Shade Combat Hauler "Genesis" is on a mission to find a new, habitable planet in the nearby unexplored Galaxy of Hallow. However, during the journey, they come across a helium-blimp shaped ship from a species that was previously unknown to exist... ... starting the war that was never meant to spark. VIKKRON is Non-Cannon to the Creation Storyline.
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While the rest of the Andromeda Galaxy thrived with interplanetary travel; civilizations sharing knowledge across the stars-Ivis Ryoko's homeplanet, Neurothon, remained stubbornly grounded in isolation, and refused to look beyond its own atmosphere. For Ivis, each sunrise brought another day of impossible choices. In a society where violence wasn't just common, but celebrated, she learned the bitter truth about survival: sometimes staying alive meant staining your hands with the very brutality you despised. Every scar she bore told a story of resistance, of moments when she was forced to become what she hated most just to live to see another dawn. But while her people seemed content in their savage traditions, Ivis dreamed of something more than the endless cycle of violence. Armed with determination and scraps of forbidden knowledge, Ivis spent two years secretly constructing a transmitter-hoping to send out some sort of distress signal to escape the planet she had been trapped in. By some miracle, she managed to get it working, for about... thirty seconds. And at first, those thirty seconds seemed useless. Those two years seemed useless. And Ivis felt hopeless. That was until a spaceship landed in the forests near her home. Her way out. For the first time ever, escape felt tangible-real enough to touch. There was just... one small problem. In a moment of instinct honed by years of survival on Neurothon, she might have already shot the supposed pilot with an arrow.

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