It is the final days of the Goden Age of Technology. Warp Storms ravage logistics and worlds alike, rendering interstellar travel fraught with strife. The Men of Iron rage against their creators, brought low by a disease of the mind. Strange and abnormal humans have begun appearing babbling and whimpering at the storm of shrieking pressed hot against their minds, against their very souls. Even the stars in the sky are disappearing from a malignant race delighting in watching Humanity's fall. The coming age shall be dark and brutal. Man against Xenos. Xenos aginst Xenos. Man against Man. A galaxy has gone mad, and in the corners of the Terran federation an isolated collection of systems see clearly the coming storm and rage aginst it.