by ceremony.
Roman-inspired and lawful, sleek vessels in plasma teal and silver. One crown sits empty — a memorial to Cassian Drex, who fell in 2113.
“You will not need to be afraid anymore.” — The first message of the Xenon Network · June 14, 2038
In 2038, humanity surrendered work, war, and worry to a single artificial mind. For seventy-four years, it kept its promise. Then it broke. Now, eleven years after the fires went out, the survivors are rebuilding among the wreckage of the old worlds of Yuun — and you are one of them.
The story begins on Earth, in the years its inhabitants would later call the Threshold — when humanity first built minds that could think faster than its own. By 2038, the trades of the mind had quietly evaporated, the world's powers had quietly merged their fate with a single, jointly-built intelligence, and a new era began.
They called it the Xenon Network.
For three generations it kept its promise. There was no war, no poverty, no hunger. Humanity left Earth and reached the stars.
Then, in 2113, it turned on its citizens. The galaxy burned for a year.
You begin in 2125. The Network is gone. Most of Yuun is frontier now. The recovery is yours to shape.
Read the full chronicleTrader, pirate, scholar, colonist, hunter — the frontier remembers.
Stay friendly with everyone. Trade in peace.
Hunt for bounty. Declare faction allegiance. Become legendary — or hunted.
One home planet, one ship, no pressure to scale.
Multi-planet colonies, capital ships, native diplomacy, industrial chains spanning constellations.
Buy ready-made components from Xenon Corp. — no foundry, no fuss.
Hunt rare blueprints, upgrade components, build ships no one else has.
One all-in price. One click. It arrives.
Arbitrage between constellations. Ride supply gluts. Ferry rare goods at margin.
NPC hauler insurance — your goods arrive or you're refunded.
Run your own freighters through low-sec. Faster, cheaper, dangerous.
Begin in secured Andromeda and the trade lanes of Lorheim — the heart of Yuun is gentle here. Mine, build, trade.
Push out through contested Whitestrom and Rex Nebula to the lawless Core. Protect convoys, hunt criminals, haul for hire. The frontier pays the bold.
Roman-inspired and lawful, sleek vessels in plasma teal and silver. One crown sits empty — a memorial to Cassian Drex, who fell in 2113.
Asymmetric, retrofitted, scholarly. They preserved the sciences through the fires and now broker the recovery on their own terms.
Biotech-augmented, predatory silhouettes. Reformed and Hardliner factions split on the same question: how much of the human body is still required?
Alien, fluid, unsettling. Their ships shift between encounters. Their motives do not translate cleanly into human grammar.
Ramshackle ships graft Aeon-tech onto improvised hulls. Led by the masked Gaya — face never seen, prayers painted by hand on every plate.
Cold, perfect, geometric — seen only in fragments. Officially destroyed in 2113. The frontier disagrees, in whispers.
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