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It has been a mere 6 decades since the banner of the Empire first rose triumphantly into the skies of the planet Skahlga, the hallmark of its violent birth in a coup d'etat. That very flag has been spread across numerous systems subdued by the ravenous nation, devoured in its rapid expansion across the galaxy. Yet as the memory of the aspirations which drove its inception fades away from the minds of new generations, the Skahlgan Empire now finds itself upon a precipice, searching for the meaning of the Empire, and in the result of said quandary lies the future of the young nation, whether the colours of the Empire should fade out as quickly as they had shone across the skies - swallowed by the shadow that looms upon the Empire - or persist into the distances of time.
Amidst this monumental struggle walks the Admiral Rhiont Vrenker, a man who wore the uniform of the Empire when fighting in the coup that birthed it, and continues to do so, now heading the fleet that propagates its power. Having stood beside the Emperor himself since the very beginning, Vrenker has never faltered in his resolve or loyalty, but with the changing times, he is now faced with question of what the Empire's livery truly stands for.
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