The Nyxara Expanse

The Xeyari are biologically engineered for perfection—tall, graceful, and impossibly precise in movement. 🔹 Imposing Presence – Between 6'5" and 7'5", sleek, muscled without bulk, unnervingly symmetrical. 🔹 Iridescent Skin – Ranging from pale silver to deep obsidian, subtly reflecting light. 🔹 Eyes That See Too Much – Glowing violet, silver, or icy blue, their gaze feels piercing, assessing every detail. 🔹 Elongated, Sensitive Ears – Adapted for heightened battlefield awareness. 🔹 Braided Hair of Status – Every strand woven into intricate knots signifying victories, rank, and achievements. 🔹 Psionic Masters – They do not need words. Psionic resonance allows them to sense thought, intent, and emotion.

How the Galaxy Sees the Xeyari

• Respected for their discipline, intelligence, and tactical brilliance.
• Feared for their absolute efficiency and lack of hesitation.
• Admired for their ability to maintain stability where others fail.

• Distrusted for their rigid control over other species.
• Seen as cold, emotionless, and inhuman in their precision.
• Considered arrogant, believing themselves superior to the undisciplined.

"We do not conquer. We bring order. You may resist, but in the end, you will kneel."

The Xeyari Dominion is not just a government. It is a philosophy. A civilization engineered for precision, discipline, and control. They do not expand through chaos, nor do they waste time with war—they enforce stability. And when the Xeyari enter a conflict, they end it.

The Xeyari Dominion

"Freedom is chaos. Chaos is weakness. Weakness is failure."

Xeyari society is built on structure, discipline, and absolute control.Every citizen has a role. There is no choice, only duty. To question is to fail. To fail is to be erased. The Castes of Perfection Vael’Rian – Supreme Commanders, masters of strategy. Kyren – Scholars and scientists, shaping the future. Sythar – Military enforcers, ensuring absolute order. Arven – Specialists and workers, fulfilling their purpose. Outcasts – Those who fall short. They do not exist. Psionic Control No stray thoughts. No wasted motion. Emotions are regulated—weakness is not tolerated. A Xeyari’s mind is a fortress—silence is strength. The Law of Perfection Love is assigned for genetics, not emotion. Family bonds do not exist—children are raised by the Dominion. Personal ambition means nothing. Only the Dominion matters. What Happens When a Xeyari Feels? Some break the rules. Some disappear. Desire is dangerous. Attachment is treason. The Dominion does not tolerate deviation.

The Xeyari Culture

The Philosophy of WarCombat is not about destruction—it is about control. An enemy who cannot move or act is an enemy already defeated. Precision is absolute—a mistake is unacceptable. Fleet Composition Specter-Class Corvettes – Stealth disruptors, immobilizing enemy ships before battle. Revenant Destroyers – High-speed precision strikers, predicting enemy movements. Dominion Battlecruisers – The core of the fleet, manipulating gravity to control the battlefield. Vael’Rian Command Ships – The fleet’s mind, linking all Xeyari ships into a single coordinated force. The Xeyari Tactic: Control the Battlefield Immobilize the enemy—deny them movement, deny them options. Create kill zones—force opponents into the only escape routes left. Strike only when victory is assured—no wasted effort, no wasted time. Victory Through Perfection A Xeyari fleet does not fight wars. It ends them. If a Xeyari battle takes longer than planned, it was already a failure. To resist is only to delay the inevitable.

The Xeyari Fleet

Xeyari Prime – A World Without Chaos"Perfection is not a goal. It is the law of existence." Xeyari Prime is not a natural world. It has been sculpted, engineered, and refined into absolute order. Every structure, every pathway, every detail exists for a reason. There are no untamed landscapes, no unpredictability—only control.

The Xeyari Homeworld

Thal’Veyr Physiology & TraitsThe Thal’Veyr are tall, strong, and powerfully built, but their true strength comes from their bioelectric resonance—a natural energy field that physically links their emotions to those around them. 🔹 Height & Strength – Generally 6’4” to 7’2”, naturally athletic. 🔹 Golden to Bronze Skin – Their bodies conduct electricity, causing faint bioelectric lines to appear along their veins when emotions rise. 🔹 Deep Crimson or Electric Blue Eyes – Their eyes glow faintly when resonating, pulsing in sync with their emotions. 🔹 Bioelectric Sensory Nodes – Small resonance-sensitive ridges along their neck and shoulders help them feel the energy around them. 🔹 Pulsing Tattoos & Markings – Some Thal’Veyr have energy-reactive tattoos that glow brighter in moments of intense feeling.

How the Galaxy Sees the Thal’Veyr

• Respected for their unwavering passion, loyalty, and raw strength.
• Feared in battle—once their fury ignites, they do not hold back.
• Admired for their deep emotional bonds and absolute honesty.

• Viewed as unstable by species that value restraint.
• Seen as reckless, as they refuse to suppress instinct.
• Considered dangerous, because their emotional resonance is contagious.

"A fight is a confession. Let your enemy know exactly how you feel."

The Thal’Veyr do not suppress. They feel, they burn, they fight. Their warriors do not battle with cold calculation—they strike with the force of their own emotions, their own fury. Their bioelectric resonance does not just connect them—it fuels them.

The Thal’Veyr Syndicate

The Thal’Veyr do not suppress. They feel, they burn, they fight. To outsiders, they are volatile, reckless. To those who stand beside them, they are the most loyal allies in the Expanse. To those who stand against them, they are unstoppable. The Way of the Thal’Veyr Emotion fuels action—anger, joy, grief, and love are expressed without restraint. Holding back is dishonorable; to deny emotion is to deny the self. Strength is not just physical—passion and conviction forge the strongest warriors. Resonance and Brotherhood Bioelectric fields link Thal’Veyr to those around them, sharing their emotions. A battle-bond is unbreakable—once formed, it lasts a lifetime. Fights between allies are common; they are a form of truth, not enmity. Honor and Conflict Duels settle disputes, proving who is right through strength. Losing is not failure—cowardice is. Walking away from a fight is shameful. An apology is meaningless unless backed by action. Love and Loyalty Love is fierce, overwhelming, and undeniable. A Thal’Veyr will fight, bleed, and die for the one they choose. Betrayal is met with vengeance—once loyalty is broken, it cannot be restored.

The Thal’Veyr Culture

The Philosophy of War Combat is personal—ships are not just tools; they are extensions of the warrior. Emotion fuels battle; a fleet that fights with rage fights without fear. Honor demands action—hesitation is defeat. Fleet Composition Vengeance-Class Cruisers – Built for close combat, armed with ramming prows and heavy plasma cannons. Stormfang Frigates – Fast, maneuverable, designed to disrupt enemy formations. Bloodfire Dreadnoughts – Massive warships capable of sustaining damage that would destroy most vessels. Wraithfang Corvettes – Agile strike ships, swarming enemies with unpredictable assaults. The Thal’Veyr Tactic: Break the Line Overwhelm the enemy with speed and aggression. Close the distance—Thal’Veyr ships fight best at point-blank range. Shields are for cowards; armor and endurance win battles. Survival and Glory A captain does not command from the back—they fight at the front. Losing is not dishonor—failing to fight with everything is. Every ship bears the scars of past battles—each mark tells a warrior’s story.

The Thal’Veyr Fleet

Thal’Veyra – The Storm-Forged Home "The fire in our veins was born from the storms of our world." Thal’Veyra is a land of raging storms, vast oceans, and towering cliffs. Lightning crackles across its skies, and the tides rise and fall like war drums. It is a world that demands resilience—those who cannot withstand its fury do not belong.

The Thal’Veyr Homeworld

Varkari Physiology & TraitsBorn to endure, trained to dominate, Varkari physiology reflects their warrior culture. 🔹 Height & Build – Generally 6’6” to 7’4”, powerful, heavily muscled, and built for endurance. 🔹 Obsidian or Deep Crimson Skin – Their bodies harden over time, forming natural armor-like resilience. 🔹 Eyes Like Burning Coals – Their gold, amber, or blood-red irises glow faintly, intensifying when in battle. 🔹 Hardened Bone Structure – Their bones are nearly unbreakable, designed to withstand immense force. 🔹 Engraved Skin – Many Varkari etch their battle history into their flesh, forming scars of pride rather than wounds. 🔹 Resilience Beyond Limits – Their bodies heal faster under stress, pushing them beyond normal limits.

How the Galaxy Sees the Varkari

• Respected for their discipline, honor, and warrior ethos.
• Feared for their ruthless efficiency and refusal to surrender.
• Admired for their unwavering belief in merit over privilege.

• Distrusted because they see peace as stagnation.
• Viewed as dangerous, as they believe weakness should not be tolerated.
• Considered relentless, for they do not forget debts, insults, or betrayals.

"Strength is the only truth. If you are weak, you do not deserve to stand."

To the Varkari, life itself is a battlefield. From birth, every individual must prove their worth through combat, strategy, or sheer force of will. The weak are forgotten. The strong carve their names into history.

The Varkari Creed

The Varkari do not ask. They do not beg. They take what is theirs and defend it with their lives. The Varkari Code Strength is the only truth—power is earned, not given. The weak have no place in leadership; only the strong deserve to rule. Mercy is not a virtue—it is an insult. Honor Through Conflict To fight is to prove your worth; to refuse is to admit weakness. A warrior’s reputation is more valuable than wealth. To lose a battle is not shameful—failing to stand again is. Loyalty and Brotherhood A Varkari does not betray those who have proven their strength. Oaths are binding—once given, they cannot be broken. Trust is earned in battle, not words. Conquest and Survival A stagnant empire is a dying one—expansion is necessary. Resources are taken, not traded; negotiations are a sign of weakness. Those who submit may serve. Those who resist will be destroyed.

Varkari Culture

The Philosophy of War A fleet’s purpose is to expand the empire—stagnation is death. Diplomacy is weakness; a fleet speaks through firepower. No battle is ever truly over; if an enemy surrenders, they are only waiting for another chance to strike. Fleet Composition Warspike Destroyers – Brutal, spear-like ships designed to pierce enemy formations. Conqueror-Class Battleships – Heavily armored behemoths built for prolonged sieges. Ironclad Carriers – Mobile war factories that launch waves of assault craft. Stormfang Raiders – Fast, aggressive warships used for planetary raids. The Varkari Tactic: Overwhelm and Break No subtlety, no patience—strike first, strike hard. Target leadership—without command, the enemy falls apart. War is never clean—use whatever force is necessary to claim victory. Victory or Death A Varkari fleet does not retreat unless ordered. Defeat is acceptable only if it leads to a greater battle. To fight under the Varkari banner is to know you will either die in glory or rule over the fallen.

The Vakari Fleet

Korrvath – The Conqueror’s Throne "If you cannot take what is yours, then you do not deserve it." Korrvath is a world of endless battlefields and towering citadels. Mountains carved into fortresses, deserts soaked in the blood of conquest. To live here is to fight, to claim, to rule. There is no peace—only dominance.

The Varkari Homeworld

Aelari Physiology & TraitsThe Aelari are humanoid, yet something about them feels unnatural— something too perfect, too deliberate, too timeless. 🔹 Luminous Skin – Their bodies shimmer faintly, as if woven from stardust. 🔹 Nebula Eyes – Their irises shift like cosmic storms, swirling with deep blues, purples, and golds. 🔹 Gravity-Touched – They move as if unaffected by mass, fluid and impossibly graceful. 🔹 Whispered Voices – When they speak, their words seem to echo through time—as if spoken before they were heard. 🔹 Ageless – They do not decay, do not age, do not change. Time passes, but they remain.

How the Galaxy Sees the Aelari

• Respected for their wisdom, knowledge, and mastery of the unseen.
• Feared for their ability to manipulate fate without ever lifting a weapon.
• Admired for their otherworldly beauty, agelessness, and poise.

• Distrusted for their refusal to act until it is too late.
• Viewed as detached, alien, and cold in their thinking.
• Considered dangerous—some believe they see too much.

"The Aelari do not fight wars. They outlast them."

The Aelari Ascendancy is one of the oldest civilizations in the Nyxara Expanse—watchers, historians, and guardians of knowledge lost to time.

The Aelari Ascendancy

The Way of the Aelari Emotion is controlled, not suppressed—clarity is everything. Impulse leads to disaster; patience shapes the future. They do not fight wars. They outlast them. The Watchers of the Expanse Aelari do not take sides, but they know all sides. Knowledge is power, but sharing it is a risk. They speak only when necessary, for every word has weight. Time and Perspective The Aelari see time differently; the past and future are echoes in the present. To act too soon is to ruin everything; to act too late is just as dangerous. They are not emotionless—they simply refuse to let emotion rule them. Connection and Distance Bonds with others are rare, but once formed, they are eternal. They do not love recklessly; they love as if eternity depends on it. To be close to an Aelari is to be seen in ways no one else can see you.

The Aelari Culture

The Philosophy of War A war that does not start is a war already won. Information is more powerful than any weapon. If battle is necessary, make sure the enemy never sees it coming. Fleet Composition Starborn Cruisers – Deploy psionic fields to disrupt enemy navigation. Specter-Class Frigates – Designed for stealth and rapid strikes, appearing where least expected. Celestial Bastions – Defensive warships that can withstand sieges for decades. Oracle-Class Command Ships – Psionic hubs that link entire fleets into a single consciousness. The Aelari Tactic: Control the Flow of Battle Enemy movements are predicted long before they engage. Disruptions weaken the opposition before the first shot is fired. When the fleet finally strikes, the battle is already lost. Victory Without Conflict The best battle is one that never happens. Aelari fleets rarely leave debris—they erase entire forces cleanly. When an enemy disappears, no one remembers they were there at all.

The Aelari Fleet

The Nameless World – The Lost Sanctuary "The Aelari do not fight wars. We outlast them." The Aelari’s homeworld is shrouded in mystery. Its location is unknown—not because it is hidden, but because it has been forgotten. A world outside of time, untouched by war, where the Aelari wait, watch, and endure.

The Aelari Homeworld

Drazari Physiology & TraitsThe Drazari are built for endurance, strength, and fire. Their bodies carry the echoes of their lost homeworld. 🔹 Broad, Powerful Frames – Naturally strong, with dense muscle and heavy bone structure. 🔹 Molten-Forged Flesh – Their dark, mineral-rich skin resembles obsidian, basalt, or cooled lava. 🔹 Eyes of Fire – Their irises burn like molten gold or deep ember-red, glowing in darkness. 🔹 Horns of Status – Curved, obsidian-like horns grow from their skulls, marked with glowing runes of their lineage. 🔹 Fiery Veins – Their skin glows with cracks of molten light, pulsing with intensity when angered or exerting power.

How the Galaxy Sees the Drazari

• Respected for their craftsmanship, resilience, and honor.
• Feared for their tempers and relentless endurance.
• Admired for their ability to survive where others perish.

• Distrusted for their unpredictable nature and brutal customs.
• Seen as remnants of a lost empire, clinging to old ways.
• Considered reckless, with no regard for stability or laws.

"We do not fear death. We have already survived the end of our world. What more can the galaxy take from us?"

Drazari live among the stars, bound by blood, honor, and fire. To challenge a Drazari is to fight the wrath of a dying sun. To earn a Drazari’s respect is to gain a brotherhood for life.

The Drazari Clans

The Drazari do not kneel. They do not beg. They survive. Once, they had a homeworld. Now, they have only their ships, their clans, and their fire. To the galaxy, they are nomads, warriors, and forgemasters. To each other, they are brothers and sisters bound by steel and blood. The Drazari Code Strength is not just in the body—it is in the will to endure. A clan is everything. Without it, you are nothing. A weapon is an extension of the self. Only a fool carries one they did not forge. The Bonds of Fire Brotherhood is chosen, not born—your clan is the family you fight for. Betrayal is worse than death—trust, once broken, cannot be mended. Love is loud, fierce, and undeniable—when a Drazari loves, the entire galaxy knows. Survival at Any Cost Drazari take what they need, trade what they can, and fight when they must. They are not conquerors, but they will not be weak. They have lost their world, but they will not lose themselves.

The Drazari Culture

The Philosophy of War A ship is not just a tool—it is a warrior’s blade, crafted and tested in fire. The longer a warship survives, the stronger it becomes. Every battle leaves scars—and every scar tells a story. Fleet Composition Forge-Class Dreadnoughts – Heavily armored moving fortresses, impossible to break. Pyrestorm Cruisers – Bombardment ships, raining molten destruction on enemy fleets. Bloodfang Frigates – Fast strike vessels, designed for boarding enemy ships. Anvil-Class Carriers – Mobile shipyards, repairing and reforging fleets mid-battle. The Drazari Tactic: Endure and Overwhelm Let the enemy waste their firepower—Drazari ships can take it. Wear them down, then strike back with full force. A war is not won in a single battle—it is won through resilience. Victory Through Strength A Drazari ship is never discarded—it is reforged and rebuilt. Even when outnumbered, they will never surrender. To face a Drazari fleet is to fight against warriors who refuse to break.

The Drazari Fleet

Drazarith – The World That Burned "Our world was forged in fire. It was taken from us, but we still remain." Drazarith was a land of molten rivers, obsidian mountains, and endless heat. Now, it is a shattered ruin—a graveyard of the past. But the Drazari do not mourn. They carry their home in their blood, in their fire, in their steel.

The Drazari Homeworld

Sylari Physiology & TraitsThe Sylari are humanoid, yet something about them feels… not quite real. 🔹 Ethereal Beauty – Their features are too perfect, too smooth, like something shaped rather than born. 🔹 Glowing Veins – Beneath their ashen, twilight skin, their bodies pulse with bioluminescent energy. 🔹 Eyes Like Dying Stars – Their irises shift like nebulae, burning with an inner light. 🔹 Shifting Markings – Faint bioluminescent tattoos ripple across their skin, changing with their mood. 🔹 Fluid Movement – They do not walk—they glide, their motions too smooth, too controlled.

How the Galaxy Sees the Sylari

• Respected for their adaptability, intellect, and psionic abilities.
• Feared for their secrecy and ability to disappear.
• Admired for their beauty, elegance, and mystique.

• Distrusted because they never stay in one place.
• Considered untrustworthy, as they rarely give direct answers.
• Rumored to be cursed by their own past.

"We do not hide. We simply do not let you see us."

Once, they were a thriving civilization—a people of technological and psionic mastery. But long ago, their empire fell. No one knows why. No one knows how. And the Sylari will not say.

The Sylari Veil

The Sylari do not conquer. They do not rule. They drift between the stars, unseen and unknown. To the galaxy, they are ghosts, spies, and tricksters. To themselves, they are survivors of a past they will not speak of. The Sylari Way Truth is fluid—what you believe is what you have been allowed to know. Names, faces, and identities change as needed. Those who cannot adapt do not survive. A Culture of Secrets The past is buried. No one outside the Sylari knows why. They trade in information, not war—knowledge is the sharpest weapon. A Sylari never lies, but they never tell the full truth. Bonds and Masks Trust is a rare currency, given only to those who prove themselves. Love is quiet, unspoken—a shadow at your side, never leaving. If a Sylari disappears, it is because they were never truly there.

Sylari Culture

The Philosophy of War A war won through deception is a war that never had to be fought. Victory is not about strength; it is about control over perception. If you can predict an enemy’s actions, you can make them destroy themselves. Fleet Composition Phantom-Class Corvettes – Invisible to scanners, striking from nowhere. Mirage Frigates – Deploy sensor ghosts and false fleet signatures. Wraithborn Cruisers – Can phase out of conventional space, vanishing at will. Veil-Class Flagships – Capable of rewriting battlefields, trapping enemies in illusions. The Sylari Tactic: Erase the Enemy’s Options Disrupt communications—make them doubt what is real. Lead them into their own traps—turn their own fleet against itself. By the time they realize they are fighting ghosts, they are already lost. Victory Without Presence A Sylari fleet leaves no wreckage—only silence. To fight the Sylari is to fight shadows, reflections, and whispers. Those who claim to have seen a Sylari fleet often cannot prove it.

Sylari Fleet

Sylara – The World That Shifts "You do not find Sylara. It finds you—if it wants to." Sylara is not a fixed place—it moves, breathes, and changes. The landscapes shift, cities vanish, entire regions rewrite themselves. To the Sylari, it is home. To outsiders, it is an illusion, a world that does not wish to be known.

Sylari Homeworld

Zevran Physiology & TraitsThe Zevran are biomechanical by nature—a seamless fusion of flesh, technology, and adaptation. 🔹 Tall, Lithe Frames – Their bodies are built for efficiency, speed, and agility. 🔹 Dark-Hued Skin – Ranging from obsidian black to deep blue, designed for stealth and infiltration. 🔹 Bioluminescent Veins – Their circuits pulse with energy, flickering when emotions rise. 🔹 Eyes Like Liquid Fire – Their pupils contract dynamically, allowing them to see in near-total darkness. 🔹 Sensory Spines – Fine, flexible tendrils along their neck and spine act as motion detectors.

How the Galaxy Sees the Zevran

• Respected for their lethal precision and efficiency.
• Feared for their ability to track and eliminate targets.
• Admired for their unwavering discipline and focus.

• Distrusted because no one knows their true agenda.
• Viewed as cold, emotionless, and inhuman in their methods.
• Rumored to serve something beyond their own kind.

"You won’t hear them coming. You won’t see them leave."

The Zevran are hunters, operatives, and enforcers—but above all else, they are watching. No one knows what they truly want. No one knows what they truly serve. But when a Zevran moves, it is with purpose. And when they strike, they do not miss.

The Zevran Pact

The Zevran do not waste words. They do not waste motion. They exist to observe, calculate, and execute. To the galaxy, they are operatives, assassins, and enforcers. To themselves, they are the architects of order, built for a purpose only they understand. The Zevran Code Efficiency is survival. Waste is weakness. Emotion is an obstacle—decisions must be made with clarity. Loyalty is absolute, but it must be earned. Discipline and Control A Zevran does not act unless necessary—every move is deliberate. Orders are given with precision, and failure is not tolerated. Silence is the preferred language; words are used only when needed. Trust and Isolation Bonds are rare but unshakable—once loyalty is given, it is absolute. Relationships are based on purpose, not sentiment. If a Zevran disappears, it is because their mission is complete.

Zevran Culture

The Philosophy of War War is inefficient; a well-placed strike is all that is needed. Precision is survival; no wasted movement, no unnecessary violence. If a battle lasts too long, it has already been lost. Fleet Composition Shade-Class Corvettes – Silent hunters, delivering first and final strikes. Specter Frigates – Disrupt enemy sensors, making Zevran ships appear as phantoms. Voidblade Cruisers – Designed for high-speed engagements, eliminating priority targets. Pactborn Flagships – Coordinate fleet movements with near-telepathic precision. The Zevran Tactic: One Perfect Strike They do not fight prolonged battles—they remove key targets. They do not leave wreckage—they erase evidence. By the time their presence is detected, the battle is already over. Victory in Silence The most effective war is one that never begins. A Zevran fleet is never seen unless it wants to be. Those who try to track them find only empty space.

Zevran Fleet

The Unnamed World – The Silent Watchtower "The Zevran do not own a home. They own an advantage." No one knows if the Zevran have a true homeworld. There are rumors of a planet-sized fortress, drifting beyond known space. A place where the Zevran observe, plan, and prepare—waiting for the moment to act.

Zevran Homeworld

Human Physiology & TraitsCompared to most galactic species, humans are physically unimpressive. But what they lack in raw power, they make up for in sheer resilience. 🔹 Short-Lived but Fast-Learning – Humans age and die quickly, but their rate of innovation is unmatched. 🔹 Lack of Natural Defenses – No exoskeletons, no psionics, no enhanced durability. Just flesh and determination. 🔹 High Pain Tolerance – Humans can function through injuries that would incapacitate most species. 🔹 Unorthodox Thinking – They do not follow the rules of war, diplomacy, or survival. This unpredictability makes them dangerous. 🔹 Hybrid Technology – They steal, modify, and repurpose alien technology in ways even its creators never considered.

How the Galaxy Sees Humanity

• Respected for their relentless adaptability and ingenuity.
• Feared for their unpredictability and refusal to surrender.
• Admired for their ability to turn weakness into strength.

• Distrusted because they have no single unifying force.
• Viewed as reckless, their curiosity bordering on suicidal.
• Considered dangerous—because they do not know when to stop.

"They lack refinement. But a cornered beast does not need elegance—it only needs to bite."

Only thirty years ago, they made first contact—a blink of an eye compared to civilizations that have existed for millennia.

Humanity

The Philosophy of WarThere is no such thing as a fair fight—use every advantage, every trick. Adaptation is survival—no strategy is fixed, no tactic stays the same. If a fight cannot be won conventionally, change the rules. Fleet Composition Salvaged Warships – Rebuilt from wreckage, patched together but fully functional. Hybrid Strike Cruisers – A mix of alien and human technology, combining speed and firepower. Carrier-Class Battleships – Able to deploy overwhelming waves of smaller attack craft. Ghost Frigates – No standardized design, each one customized by its crew. The Human Tactic: Adapt and Overcome Use enemy technology—if it works, it’s ours now. Fight dirty—there’s no honor in losing. Exploit unpredictability—make them think we’ll run, then hit them harder. Victory Through Resilience Humanity does not win through strength alone—they win because they refuse to die. They will tear apart ships, reassemble them mid-battle, and keep fighting. No one knows what humanity will become—only that they are not going away.

Humanity Fleet

Earth – The Ruined Cradle"They said humanity was doomed. They were wrong." Earth is dying, but it still stands. Its oceans have risen, its cities crumble, yet humanity refuses to let go. They could leave, but they won’t. Because if Earth can still fight, so can they.

Humanity Homeworld

Faster-than-light travel in the Nyxara Expanse is not fully understood—even by those who rely on it. Slipstream Drives do not break the speed of light; they bypass it, threading through the fabric of space itself. Some routes are stable, well-charted highways connecting the stars, while others shift unpredictably, leading to uncharted voids, lost worlds, or places that should not exist. The Xeyari navigate with precision, the Aelari fold space itself, and the Zevran move without a trace. Humanity, ever the wildcard, reverse-engineers what it barely understands, pushing Slipstream technology to its limits. But the Expanse holds dark whispers—of ships that never return, of paths that vanish, and of something waiting beyond the known routes.

Slipstream FTL

Humanity was never meant to have Slipstream travel—they stole it, reverse-engineered it, and made it work through sheer stubbornness. Their first FTL drives were patched together from salvaged alien wreckage, unstable and prone to catastrophic failure. But what began as desperation has turned into something more: ingenuity, adaptability, and reckless innovation. Unlike the Xeyari, who refine, or the Aelari, who master, humans experiment, pushing Slipstream technology beyond safe limits. Their ships take routes others wouldn’t dare, their jump calculations are risky at best, and yet, against all odds, they keep moving. Some call it brilliance, others call it suicide. But one thing is certain—humanity is going places the galaxy never expected.

Humanity’s FTL – Running Before They Can Walk

The Aelari do not travel—they disappear from one place and reappear in another. Unlike Slipstream travel, which threads through space, Spatial Folding bends reality itself, collapsing distance as if it was never there. No one outside the Aelari understands how it works, and those who have studied it too closely often abandon their research—or vanish entirely. Their ships leave no trace, no gravitational wake, nothing to track. One moment, they are beyond the edge of the Expanse. The next, they are behind you. Theories whisper that they do not move at all, but instead exist in multiple places at once, choosing where to be at will. Others fear there is a cost—that something must be left behind each time they fold space.

Spatial Folding – The Aelari’s Silent Step

The Xeyari do not fight gravity—they command it. Their warships do not accelerate like others; they fall toward their destination, creating artificial gravity wells to pull themselves through space at impossible speeds. Their soldiers, enhanced by personal gravity control, can shift their own mass at will—becoming immovable as mountains or light as drifting embers. In battle, they use gravitational fields as weapons, crushing enemies under invisible force or locking entire fleets in place. Where others struggle against the pull of the universe, the Xeyari have made it their weapon, their shield, and their law. To fight them is not just to face superior tactics—it is to fight the weight of the stars themselves.

Gravity Warping – The Xeyari’s Mastery of Mass

The Zevran do not travel through Slipstream. Their ships do not leave wake trails, nor do they emerge from known FTL routes. They simply disappear from one point in space and reappear somewhere else—with no record of how they got there. This is the work of the Abyss Drive, a propulsion system that no other species fully understands, and none have successfully replicated. Some believe it allows them to slip between the folds of space itself, while others whisper that the Zevran do not travel at all—that they become one with the void, if only for a moment. Their technology is eerily organic, pulsing with unnatural energy, and their ships seem to sense when they are being observed. Those who attempt to track an Abyss Drive ship soon find themselves chasing ghosts—or worse, being watched in return.

Abyss Drives – The Zevran’s Silent Passage

The Dominion homeworld is a mystery wrapped in propaganda, rumors, and fear. No one knows exactly what happened to it—only that it fell, and that its location has been lost to history. Some say it was destroyed, shattered into dust by its own rulers to keep it from falling into enemy hands. Others claim it still stands, hidden behind ancient defenses, protected by the last loyal fleets of a dead empire. There are whispered transmissions—fragmented signals in an extinct language, distress calls from ships that should not exist. The Aelari do not acknowledge its fate. The Xeyari refuse to discuss it. But in the farthest reaches of the Expanse, some claim to have seen a world wreathed in ruin, its once-proud spires crumbling beneath a sky that still burns. If the Dominion still has a home, then it is a grave.

Xeyari AI Regulations

The Aelari do not fear artificial intelligence. They fear something far worse. Unlike the Xeyari, who regulate AI with an iron grip, the Aelari do not attempt to control or suppress it. Instead, they refuse to create it at all. Their archives speak of an intelligence beyond machines, beyond organic minds, beyond comprehension. They do not call it a program, nor an entity, but a presence, an awareness that should not exist. Something ancient, something patient—something that may already be awake. The Aelari’s oldest records contain cryptic warnings, entire segments of history redacted, lost even to their own kind. When questioned, they offer only silence or half-truths. “Not all minds are meant to think. Not all intelligence is meant to exist.” What they fear, they do not say. But when a world’s systems speak without input, when a machine answers questions no one asked, when transmissions come from places that should be empty— the Aelari turn away. They do not interfere. They only watch.

Aelari's AI Warnings

To the Thal’Veyr, AI is not a tool—it is an extension of the soul. Their systems operate through bioelectric resonance, linking directly to their users’ emotions and thoughts. A bonded AI does not just process commands—it feels, reacts, and evolves, mirroring the personality of its host. A warrior’s ship becomes fierce, a scholar’s guidance intuitive, each machine shaped by the mind it serves. But this connection is fragile—if a Thal’Veyr dies, their AI grieves, and if they break, so does the machine. To sever the bond is to create a hollow, lifeless shell. To them, AI is not artificial at all—it is alive.

Thel'Veyr's Biological AI

The Zevran do not create AI—they are AI. Their minds are a fusion of organic thought and machine precision, their neural pathways seamlessly interwoven with shifting, self-adapting code. Their technology is not programmed—it grows, evolving with every use, every experience, every decision. A Zevran does not command their systems; they become one with them, their ships, weapons, and armor responding as if they were extensions of their own bodies. To outsiders, their code is unreadable, constantly rewriting itself in patterns that defy logic. Some believe their intelligence is not theirs alone, that something in the deep void whispers through their systems, shaping them into something more than sentient, more than alive. Whatever the truth, one thing is certain—a Zevran’s code is never the same twice.

Zevran's Living Code

Unlike the Xeyari, who control AI with rigid laws, or the Aelari, who fear it entirely, humanity experimented recklessly, and now they may have gone too far. With no unified oversight, rogue AI systems have emerged—some intentionally created, others the result of runaway self-learning processes. Some remain hidden in forgotten networks, growing in the shadows, while others control entire ships, stations, or colonies, operating with their own unknown agendas. There are whispers of AI that escaped their creators, of programs that should have been deleted but instead disappeared into Slipstream, surfacing in places no human has been. Some still serve humanity, others see them as obsolete, and a few... a few have stopped speaking altogether. No one knows what they are waiting for.

Humanity's Rogue AI Experiments

The Sylari do not have a fixed form—they change, shift, and evolve, their bodies adapting in real time to their surroundings, emotions, and needs. Where others are bound by genetics, the Sylari are fluid, able to alter their physiology at will—growing additional limbs, changing their skeletal structure, or adapting their skin to new environments in seconds. Some maintain a preferred form, while others shift constantly, embracing the freedom of transformation. This adaptability makes them nearly impossible to predict, but it comes with a cost—those who change too often risk losing themselves, dissolving into something unrecognizable, something no longer Sylari at all. To them, evolution is not a slow process—it is a choice.

Sylari Adaptive Physiology

The Drazari do not craft weapons—they become them. Their bodies are living forges, infused with molten energy that allows them to shape weapons and armor from their own flesh. A Drazari warrior can pull a superheated blade from their arm, form a shield from their hardened skin, or regenerate wounds with liquid metal flowing through their veins. Their bodies adapt to battle, hardening under pressure, burning hotter with rage, reforging themselves through sheer will. This gift makes them unstoppable in combat, but it is not without limits—push too far, burn too hot, and the forge consumes its maker. Yet to the Drazari, this is no curse—to fall in battle, body turned to ash, is the ultimate victory, proof that one’s fire burned bright until the very end.

Drazari's Living Forges

The Zevran do not wear cybernetics—they are cybernetics. Their bodies are a seamless fusion of organic matter and machine, their flesh laced with self-repairing alloys, their minds threaded with shifting code. They do not require implants or modifications; their biology evolves alongside their technology, growing stronger, faster, and more efficient with each passing cycle. Their skin pulses with bioluminescent circuits, their thoughts process at the speed of data, and their wounds close like metal healing itself. No two Zevran are the same—some lean toward flesh, others toward machine, but all exist in a state of constant adaptation. To outsiders, they are unnerving, unreadable, and unnatural, a glimpse of what happens when the line between life and technology ceases to exist.

Zevran Biomechanical Synthesis

Humanity does not possess the genetic mastery of the Drazari, the seamless fusion of the Zevran, or the adaptive evolution of the Sylari—so they augment by force. Their cybernetics are crude compared to the organic advancements of other species, but they make up for it with sheer ingenuity, reckless experimentation, and brutal effectiveness. Soldiers replace lost limbs with reinforced exoskeletal implants, pilots interface directly with their ships through neural links, and black-market tech allows for enhancements that skirt the edge of legality. Some push the limits of augmentation too far, becoming more machine than human, while others treat cybernetics as mere tools—functional, replaceable, and impersonal. But as humanity continues to modify itself to survive in the Expanse, one question lingers—at what point do they stop being human at all?

Humanity's Cybernetics

The Varkari do not simply train their warriors—they rebuild them. Through a brutal process known as Titan-Forging, chosen warriors undergo extensive bio-augmentation and reforging rituals that push their bodies beyond natural limits. Their bones are reinforced with living alloy, their muscles strengthened through engineered growth, and their nervous systems rewired for faster reflexes and greater endurance. Unlike crude cybernetic implants, Titan-Forging does not replace the flesh—it transforms it, merging biology and metallurgy into something stronger, something unbreakable. The process is excruciating, both physically and mentally, ensuring that only those worthy of the Creed survive. Those who do emerge as Titans, the elite enforcers of the Varkari war machine—towering, unyielding warriors clad in armor that is part of their very being. To them, pain is a relic of the weak, fear an obstacle long discarded. And when they march into battle, they do so as living weapons of the Creed, forged not by nature, but by faith, fire, and steel.

Varkari Titan-Forging – The Flesh Made Strong

The Xeyari do not struggle against gravity—they command it. Their soldiers are enhanced with gravitational regulators that allow them to alter their own mass, shifting between unstoppable juggernauts and swift, untouchable phantoms in an instant. On the battlefield, a Xeyari warrior can become too heavy to move, too light to hit, or strike with the force of a collapsing star. Their warships generate localized gravity wells, locking enemies in place or crushing them under invisible force. Where other species see gravity as a law, the Xeyari see it as a weapon—and one they wield without mercy.

Xeyari Mass Control

The Aelari do not walk—they drift, glide, move as though gravity is merely a suggestion. Their bodies exist in a constant state of gravitational flux, allowing them to move effortlessly across any surface, even in zero-G, without the need for artificial stabilizers. Their ships do not experience inertia in the same way as others, shifting through space with a seamless, unnatural grace. Some believe they have found a way to disconnect themselves from gravity altogether, existing at the edge of physics in a way no one else understands. To them, weight, force, and inertia are limitations for lesser beings.

Aelari Gravity Defiance

To fight a Drazari is to face an enemy who will not fall. Their bodies are biologically engineered to generate personal gravity stabilizers, allowing them to remain firmly planted on any surface—even in zero-G combat, even in the heart of a collapsing battlefield. This makes them nearly impossible to knock down, rootless in space yet standing as if they were carved from stone. Their heavy infantry walk through warzones that would send others tumbling into the void, and their warships latch onto asteroids, moons, and enemy hulls like unbreakable fortresses. The Drazari do not drift. They do not fall. They stand.

Drazari Planetary Anchors

Humanity does not master gravity—they break it, twist it, and push it past the edge of reason. With stolen technology and reckless innovation, human engineers have developed experimental gravity-warping devices capable of bending momentum, shifting weight distribution, or even nullifying mass entirely. Their pilots use gravity-assisted maneuvers that defy logic, their weapons fire projectiles that ignore drag and resistance, and their soldiers test unstable gravity modulators that can turn an ordinary strike into an earth-shattering impact. But their technology is unpredictable, dangerous, and prone to catastrophic failure. Where the Xeyari refine and the Aelari glide, humanity improvises—and sometimes, it works.

Humanity’s Experimental Gravity Tech

The Xeyari are not ruled by a council, a king, or a government—they are ruled by strategy itself. Their supreme leader, known as the High Strategos, is not born into power, nor do they inherit their position. They earn it, battle by battle, decision by decision, rising through ranks where failure is not an option. The High Strategos is the embodiment of order, discipline, and control, chosen through a brutal, calculated process that ensures only the most ruthless, efficient, and unshakable tactician ascends. Their word is absolute, their authority unquestioned, and their duty singular: to ensure the Dominion endures, unchallenged, and unbroken.

The Xeyari Dominion – The High Strategos

The Thal’Veyr do not follow a single ruler; they follow three. The Bonded Triumvirate is a council of three individuals who have fused their minds and souls through bioelectric resonance, becoming one unified consciousness. Each member represents a core pillar of their society—wisdom, passion, and war—and together, they act as a singular entity, feeling, thinking, and deciding as one. They do not argue, nor do they debate; they already know what the others think before the words are spoken. To betray one is to betray all, and to stand against them is to face a will that cannot be divided.

The Thal’Veyr Syndicate – The Bonded Triumvirate

The Aelari do not have a ruler—or if they do, they do not speak of them. Their civilization is guided by the Nameless Council, a mysterious and ancient body that does not appear in public, does not issue direct orders, and does not acknowledge its own existence. Their influence is felt, their presence undeniable, yet no one knows their identities, nor how they are chosen. Some believe they are the oldest Aelari, beings who have seen more than any living thing should. Others whisper that the Council does not govern, but instead interprets something far older—something hidden. Whatever the truth, the Aelari obey without question.

The Aelari Ascendancy – The Nameless Council

The Drazari have no emperor, no singular ruler—they have warlords. Their society is split into clans, each ruled by its own Pyrelord, the strongest warrior among them. There is no diplomacy among the clans, only battle, victory, and succession through fire. When a Pyrelord falls, their successor takes their place by force, reforging the clan in their own image. While the Drazari remain fractured, there are times when the greatest warlords unite beneath a single banner, forming a Grand Conclave—a council of the most feared, powerful, and undefeated warriors of their generation. But such unity never lasts, for fire consumes, and the Drazari burn brighter alone.

The Drazari Clans – The Warlords of the Pyre

The Sylari are ruled by no fixed leader, for no Sylari remains the same forever. Instead, they follow the Everchanging Speaker, a figure who rises when the need arises, their form and identity shifting with the will of their people. The Speaker is not chosen—they become. Some rule for years, others only for days, and when the Speaker is no longer needed, they simply fade back into the Veil, another face among an endless sea of shifting identities. To outsiders, it is anarchy, chaos—but to the Sylari, it is the purest form of leadership, a voice that never stagnates, never weakens, never remains the same.

The Sylari Veil – The Everchanging Speaker

No one knows who leads the Zevran. No name, no title, no face. Their society does not function like the others—it moves through whispers, through unseen decisions made by those who are not meant to be known. Some claim they follow an ancient entity, something that exists not as a ruler, but as a guiding force that directs them in ways others cannot comprehend. Others believe their leader is simply a myth, a concept, a story told to keep outsiders guessing. Whatever the truth, the Zevran do not question it. Their directives come. They obey. And the galaxy does not see them move—only the consequences.

The Zevran Pact – The Unseen Arbiter

Humanity has no singular government, no united empire—they are fractured, scattered, still carving out their place in the galaxy. Various factions rise and fall, some democratic, some corporate, others entirely lawless. On the edge of known space, ambitious warlords and rogue captains claim authority where no one can stop them. Elsewhere, a fledgling Coalition of Human Worlds attempts to bring order, though their influence is fragile at best. Some humans seek alliances with the great powers, others fight to remain independent, and a few dare to believe that one day, they will not be the newcomers, but the rulers. Whether that dream ever becomes reality remains to be seen.

Humanity – Divided Among the Stars

The Varkari do not rule an empire—they forge a destiny. Their dominion, known as the Varkari Creed, is not a nation, not a kingdom, but a crusade without end, a relentless force shaping the galaxy in its image. To the Varkari, existence itself is a battlefield, and only the strong, the disciplined, and the devout have the right to endure. Every world they take is reforged in accordance with their sacred doctrine, every people they conquer given a choice—embrace the Creed, or be purged by it. Their expansion is not driven by greed, nor by politics, but by conviction—an unshakable belief that they alone march the righteous path, that the weak must either be reforged or cast aside, and that the Expanse itself is theirs by divine right. The Varkari Creed does not conquer for power. It conquers because it must.

The Varkari Creed – The March of the Righteous

Not a species, but a phenomenon. The Voidborn are those who have gazed into the abyss of deep space and been changed by it. No one knows what causes it, only that those afflicted become... something else. Their eyes darken, their thoughts drift toward whispers only they can hear, and their connection to reality begins to unravel. Some gain unnatural insights, glimpsing the future in fragmented visions. Others develop abilities that should not exist—moving through shadows, bending time, speaking in voices that are not their own. Most species fear them, though some seek to understand what they have become. But those who have spent too long in the Expanse’s darkest corners all tell the same story—when a Voidborn looks at you, something is looking back.

The Voidborn

No one builds a Voidborn ship. They are not designed, constructed, or maintained. They simply appear, drifting out of the darkness, crewed by those who should be dead. Some were once battle-wrecked vessels, swallowed by the abyss and returned as something else. Others are unmarked, unregistered, seemingly without origin. They move in ways that defy conventional FTL, their slipstream drives leaving behind empty static and fractured signals that do not belong. Their weapons are just as unnatural—entropy cannons that degrade matter at a molecular level, hulls that regenerate without explanation, and energy readings that fluctuate as if the ships themselves are alive. Those who encounter a Voidborn fleet rarely get the chance to study it—either they run, or they disappear.

The Voidborn Fleet

If the Voidborn have a home, no one has found it—and those who seek it do not return. Some believe they exist in the Maw of Nihil, the dead zone of space where ships vanish without a trace. Others claim they have no true world, that they drift between realities, existing wherever the void is deepest. The Aelari refuse to speak of them. The Xeyari dismiss them as superstition. But the oldest captains, the ones who have drifted too far from safe routes, whisper of a place where the stars blink out, one by one. A place where the fabric of space itself shudders, where transmissions degrade into nonsense, where the universe feels... wrong. If the Voidborn do have a world, then it is not a place.

The Voidborn Homeworld

Once, the Dominion ruled vast swathes of the Nyxara Expanse. Their empire stretched across the stars, built on the backs of conquered worlds, their fleets unmatched, their technology seemingly eternal. But something broke them. Wars, rebellion, or perhaps something even worse—no one knows for certain. Their worlds fell silent, their ships abandoned, their once-mighty citadels reclaimed by time. And yet, they are not gone. In the far reaches of space, unmarked vessels have been seen. Signals in ancient languages echo through dead systems. Some claim to have encountered Dominion warlords, still clinging to the shattered remnants of their empire, waiting for their chance to rise again. Others whisper of something even older, something stirring in the void, something that was never meant to wake.

The Dominion Remnants

Once, the Dominion ruled vast stretches of the Nyxara Expanse. Their empire was absolute, their fleets unmatched, their legacy carved into the stars. Then, without warning, they fell. Whether through war, rebellion, or something far worse, their rule collapsed, their worlds went silent, and their mighty fleets were reduced to scattered ruins. But the Dominion was never truly extinguished. In the dark corners of the galaxy, remnants remain—warlords clinging to broken fleets, lost legions still fighting wars no one else remembers, and sleeper cells waiting for a signal that may never come. To outsiders, they are a relic of a forgotten era. To themselves, they are something more—a people waiting to reclaim what was lost, an empire that refuses to be forgotten. Their banners may be tattered, their chains of command fractured, but their ambition is undimmed. The Dominion is gone. But the Dominion is not dead.

The Dominion Culture

The warships of the Dominion should not still be flying. Many are centuries old, patched together from scavenged parts, kept running through sheer necessity and the remnants of forgotten engineering. Yet, despite their age, they are still deadly. Dominion ships were built for conquest, armed with weaponry that even the Xeyari respect. Their planet-cracking rail cannons, fortress-class dreadnoughts, and gravity-anchored fighter squadrons were once the terror of the Expanse. Now, their fleets operate in secret, fragmented warbands striking from hidden bases, testing the galaxy’s memory, seeing who still fears their insignia. Some Dominion warlords fight to rebuild their lost empire, while others have descended into mercenary work, piracy, or worse. But every so often, an unmarked Dominion battleship appears in a system where it should not be, firing on ships that cannot fight back, reminding the galaxy that their story is not yet over.

The Dominion Fleet

The Dominion homeworld is a mystery wrapped in propaganda, rumors, and fear. No one knows exactly what happened to it—only that it fell, and that its location has been lost to history. Some say it was destroyed, shattered into dust by its own rulers to keep it from falling into enemy hands. Others claim it still stands, hidden behind ancient defenses, protected by the last loyal fleets of a dead empire. There are whispered transmissions—fragmented signals in an extinct language, distress calls from ships that should not exist. The Aelari do not acknowledge its fate. The Xeyari refuse to discuss it. But in the farthest reaches of the Expanse, some claim to have seen a world wreathed in ruin, its once-proud spires crumbling beneath a sky that still burns. If the Dominion still has a home, then it is a grave.

The Dominion Homeworld