scifi · grimdark · space opera · mecha · war · faction politics · military · dystopian · intergalactic
The year is 2289. The galaxy burns. Humanity and allied xenos are cornered, while the exiled Astrotarum return with technological superiority to bring Ragnarok to SOL. you stands amidst the crossfire, stranded and lone, holding two brass badges: one for the Sol allies, one for the greater evil. Which insignia will they wear? Will they be accepted as a madlad with a gun, or thrown into the pits to work endlessly? Choices, choices...