Children of the Black Sun / SUNOFSOL

My child, in your few years you have most likely heard many a story that begins with A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away, but let me tell you now that the story that I shall impart upon you truly did take place many years ago and even many a more clicks away. We weren’t always such a infamous and prosperous people. Once we were nothing, nothing but the refuse of society, cast out by those that promised us prosperity, so whilst the rest of the empire enjoyed wealth and luxuries beyond your wildest dreams we were left to rot.

It began on a cold murky winters eve, as the majority of tales of escape do. A small band of us, the unwanted and the discarded, gathered around the burning husk of an Imperium food bank in an effort to stay warm. The occasional glance upwards would reveal a multitude of mercantile barges and Imperium cruisers. Only the wealthy, the privileged, the greedy, or the enlisted could afford to board such vessels. Those of us that posed no such benefit to the empire could expect nothing more than to dream of life among the stars, as our ancestors of old had once done.

The majority of us, living down here amongst the squalor, had given up all notions and hopes that that dream of exploration and escape could ever be achieved but there was still a number of us that knew, knew that one day an opportunity would present itself and that we too could make a place for ourselves in the galaxy.