The year is 999.M41.
Things are happening in the galaxy at large, and yet these people know nothing of them.
How could they? They are not the movers and shakers of an empire, but the laborers that oil the chains of a Dark Mechanicum outpost producing machinery and weapons with their sweat and blood.
At least, they did so until now.
Because they have just risen up in defiance and in fury, needing only a hand to guide them.
To glory or doom.
You are PR-01, Commander of the HCS Prometheus. Built into one of mankind's greatest dreadnought class vessels you survived the cybernetic revolt through the ever effective tactic of running away. It is now M30 and the warp storms that long halted your journey have cleared. Will you survive the coming crusades? Will you find out what caused the revolt in the first place? Will you live up to your status as a Man of Gold, the mightiest and most advanced of form of mechanical life?
A Governance Quest depicting the City of Villedor after the Game. While the Legendary Pilgrim has left, it is now up to the people of Villedor to own the city.
At the edge of the Inner Sphere, at the border of the Free Worlds League and the Lyran Commonwealth, stands an insignificant planet. You rule this insignificant planet, and your actions will determine if it remains as such.
The year is 1933, the world is at a fulcrum point driven by ideology and the advancing technology of the time. You, perhaps, will be the weight that drives it some way or the other.
The galaxy can be a rough place, and Earth will have to contend with plenty of challenges if it wishes to secure for itself continued prosperity. There is the natural competition of other alien species, of alien marauders, a dimension-hopping conqueror, an eternal civilization at the heart of the galaxy, a biological scourge from beyond galaxy's edge - and behind them a terrible force that would like nothing more than to disassemble the Milky Way into its component materials - there is no...