Cyvellin

The galaxy stretched farther and wider than any of the thoughts mortals could conceive. Billions of races, civilizations, wars and history were out there. Many strived to conquer the far and wide lands that resided within said boundaries of the galaxy, for untold riches and power could be theirs if they succeeded. It was because of said promised riches and glory that led the galaxy further and further into chaos and disorder. Each civilization and race were very secretive and racist towards others, leading to the banning of interracial kingdoms and empires. It was never a set rule, but one that was heavily implied by the societies that surrounded them. However, that all changed when Cyvellin was formed. The first multiracial empire that strove for galaxial peace and nonviolence. The first that people had hope in, anyways. They had grown strong in the shadows, making deals and alliances with surrounding kingdoms to ensure the foundation and safety of their lands. The story begins with a group of nobodies, people who just wanted to graduate from flight academy and get their flight licenses. But of course, they ended up in a special ops destroyer with orders from the emperor to take out an entire kingdom. Peace was just an illusion that the civilians gobbled up after all, wasn't it? They had no idea what kind of battles and deaths have been caused for their so-called peace. But they all knew, that sometimes to save the galaxy, you need to burn it.