A ruthless space alien from the far corners of a distant galaxy. Its kind was known for its destructive and invasive behavior, destroying planets, and galaxies and leaving no conscience in the process. One of the more powerful Spectrians, this being could wield powerful ‘Syntheotic’ projectile attacks.
It ravaged every civilization it came across with terrible ‘Synter’ magic. Spears of blackness descended upon the hopeless planets. Entire galaxies boiled and consumed by incredible power of these spectral magicians. The Syntheons sent these messengers of death to destroy the most powerful galaxies.
Across the vast stretches of the universe, there dwells a creature born in the synthetic darkness of a forgotten realm of the Syntheons, a race of malevolent, invasive, synthetic beings with no conscience or remorse. Erradikils were beings ‘syntered’ to be a weapon of destruction, a monstrous entity that seeks to ravage and despoil all galaxies and planets it encounters. Its eyes glint with a dull purple light that reveals its nature of destruction and malice.
The Syntheon creature was an unstoppable force of destruction, sent to wreak havoc and chaos upon whatever galaxies and planets it arrived. Its size, huge and imposing, standing two bodies tall with long sintered legs and arms ending in powerful claws. Its large, sharp blueish eyesight surveyed its surroundings as if it was sizing it up, ready to plunge into a never-ending cycle of mass destruction. It moved from planet to planet, always ensuring complete devastation of all lifeforms in its path. No matter the obstacles, the creature moved past them with a sense of purpose.. the purpose of fulfilling its destructive destiny.
It was a gigantic being, terrorizing and destroying with ruthless abandon. Like a hunter in the night, its single eye piercing the darkness and tearing right through the very fabric of the cosmos. The few who dared to look were quickly incinerated like moths before an all-consuming flame.
Syntheons. They were of true chaos and destroyer of worlds.
Hunger seemed to course through its black veins, a never-ending hunger for domination that it would slake by bringing entire galaxies to their knees. It was a space alien lifeform that was driven by the fear and trepidation of the inhabitants of the universe it plundered. They were called Malygnos.
The Aquaneer sat atop the fragile rock of a small island that hovered near the clouds of a distant star system. His name was Shexilok, a small yet proud turtle person from the Thalassi race. He had been assigned to this small island to extract jelly from the marshy depths of the sea below. His task was a noble one, as the jelly was meant to feed the growing population of Thalassi warriors who had been deployed in the ongoing galactic war.
Shexilok worked diligently, day and night collecting the precious jelly from the murky waters beneath him. Despite his strong work ethic, Shexilok couldn’t help but yearn to become part of the great Thalassi military forces on the front lines of the galactic war. The very thought of it filled him with a sense of pride and excitement that kept his spirits up through long hours in the sea.
When he finally had a few moments to himself between collecting jelly, Shexilok would sit atop the rock and gaze upon the night sky. He was comforted by the thought that life in the galaxy might some day change for the better, and of how he may one day play a part in it.
His name was Torkoal. His Thallossus sailed through the vast, star-flecked voids of space, and within his lifetime, his people had encountered numerous alien races, all vying for control of the galaxy. The Thalassi soldier was a remarkable being. A race of intelligent life forms known for sheer strength that emanated from their presence, as if a gathering storm cloud ready to unleash its might. Torkoal had embraced his new alien environment, both the technology and war-torn life that went along with it. He had risen to become one of the legendary warrior’s amongst the Thalassi, and the occasional whispered stories of his courage seemed to further enforce his growing reputation.
Tyrnek dragged his weary body out from the battlefield, the scorched remains of a once proud space vessel detailing the only evidence of the pitched battle that ravaged the area only moments before. His head throbbed from where an enemy projectile had struck him, but he was relieved to still be alive; the rest of his platoon had not been able to share the same fortune as him.
He struggled to move, but he knew that he had escaped what would have been almost certain death. Facing his enemies was nothing new to Tyrnek, a member of a race of intelligent turtle people known as the War Turtles. He had been fighting in this unending war since he was barely more than a pup, and in the years since, he had become an expert marksman and a consummate warrior.
His comrades respected him as a leader, as he led his troops to many a famous victory. This battle however, had been anything but a victory. Casualties had been large and Tyrnek had lost many close comrades who he had grown to call friends. The sense of failure threatened to overcome him, yet he refused to surrender to it. He had been trained to never give in no matter how dire the situation and he was determined to keep that philosophy for as long as he could.
Tyrnek pushed aside his emotions and focused his mind on what tasks he needed to do next. He had been sent as a scout and messenger as a part of his mission, and he had urgent communications to deliver to his superiors regarding the battle. Laying his hand on the small communicator at his hip, he clicked the button and said “Tyrnek here, I need an extraction at my coordinates, I have important messages that need to be delivered.”
A moment later, he heard a voice crackle back through the static. “Acknowledged, Tyrnek. An extraction team is on its way. Don’t worry, you’ll be back home in no time.” Tyrnek sighed in relief, grateful for the knowledge that his mission would be completed shortly. In the meantime, he remained vigilant. This war was far from over and it was his duty to make sure that he, and his team, remained alive to fight another day. He mentally prepared himself for the next battle while he awaited the extraction team.
Suddenly, he heard a loud whooshing sound and turned to see a regiment of fighter ships flying right towards him. He quickly assessed the facts. The enemy was attacking and gaining ground. Fear threatened to overwhelm him, but Tyrnek held firm. This wasn’t the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last, that he would have to face danger. But with his allies at his back and his determination strong, he was determined to stand his ground and fight back. He drew his blaster and as the first wave of enemies descended..
Tiyo was born into a family of turtle people, a race of intelligent lifeforms living in a distant galaxy. She grew up in a small village on the planet of Utu, where she had a close-knit circle of friends and family. As a young adult, Tiyo found herself drawn to a life of adventure, and soon enlisted in the galactic army to fight in a war that had broken out between alien creatures and intelligent lifeforms.
At first, Tiyo felt a sense of excitement as she was stationed to the front line. She was eager to use her skills in battle and become a hero for the cause. But soon the harsh realities of war began to set in.
Between battles, Tiyo and her fellow team mates would talk and joke in an attempt to keep morale up. But even in those moments, Tiyo could feel the underlying sadness that came with the war. She would often think of her friends and family back home and wonder if they were safe.
The Syntheons emerged from the depths of dark matter, wreaking havoc and destruction on every planet they encountered. They were relentless and unstoppable. Their only goal.. to cause as much destruction as possible. They left nothing but ruin and despair in their wake.
The inhabitants of the universe were powerless to stop them. Even the strongest armies could not stand against the Syntheons’ might. Their weapons were no match for the alien creatures.
For years, the Syntheons continued their rampage, conquering and destroying planets and civilizations.
The first beings we saw of the dark void walkers.. Dark matter coalesced into an army of metalloid monsters.. tearing everything apart. We called them Syntheons.
Syntheons were beings formed in the darkness of space.. dark matter drifting in between interdimensional space.. we recovered some traces of this alien sentient material from an outer planet at the edges of our universe.. the shards of Enigmite were completely toxic and invasive.. as if it were sinister.
We observed the shadow creature sinter from the fragments.. the process known as Syntheosis. Conscious “sintegration” of inorganic matter into dark ghastly metalloid beings. Beings that were hellbent on destroying everything it touched. How can this happen? What is their purpose?
No one knows its purpose except only of the destructive nature of these Unlife forms. The vast majority of the universe is comprised of hidden dark matter.. it is believed that these beings inhabit the depths of these regions of far outer space. All but a few that came in contact have ever returned.”
– Commander Fereisen reporting aboard the Irenspira
The war with the Syntheons:
The story begins in the distant future, when a mysterious force of destruction was unleashed upon the universe. No one knew their origin or what they wanted, but they wreaked havoc wherever they went, leaving destruction and death in their wake.
The Syntheons were a powerful race of inorganic lifeforms that came from the outer reaches of space. They were incredibly intelligent and had mastered space travel, allowing them to quickly spread their destruction across the galaxies.
They were relentless in their pursuit of destruction and seemed incapable of being reasoned with . These shadow-like demons had come from the depths of dark matter, ready to consume and destroy everything it came across. No one knew exactly where they had come from, or why they were here. All that was known was that they were a force to be reckoned with, capable of wiping out entire galaxies in the blink of an eye.
The spectres of dark energy had spread their darkness across the universe, destroying worlds and leaving them barren and lifeless. The few that had been brave enough to stand up to the Syntheons had come away with only tales of horror and destruction.
Many groups of brave civilizations emerged to challenge the Syntheons. These warriors, made up of different races of sentient creatures, united to fight against the Syntheons and their destruction. However, the Syntheons were too powerful and eventually they were wiped out.
The Syntheons continue to achieve their onslaught of destroying all organic lifeforms in the universe, leaving only their dark and artificial forms behind…
Hyrippian – Avianoids with high intelligence, sophisticated technology and weaponry.
Gryffyren – Avianoids borne from the scorching inferno, the first to harness Plasmeon. They are the fuel source for the Heleoss army.
Warrawks – Commander Avians with the single-minded goal of crushing all civilizations with their talons.
Vullocon – Strategic Avians that locate and attack weakpoints in enemy defenses. Scouting, Intelligence, Planning.
Egazzard – Swooping Bombers and Killer Mercenary with the purpose of search and destroy. They were the first to arrive in battle to rain fire and destruction, and the last face their enemy would see.
Fyowlinn – A royal and political class of Avians from the Solaneum galaxy.
Hossper – Small avians from the outskirts of the galaxy
Emekkran – Mechanized Avians powered by Plasmeon and employed in the Heleoss conquest wars.
Homeworld: Solaneum Way, Hyroppa
Key Resource: Plasmeon
Leader: Emperor Factan
Capital Ship: Hyfurrion
Story: “In the universe, another civilization advances upon the galaxies, conquering them one by one. Folktales of a Warrior bird people decimating the planets… are talked on and on about from galaxy to galaxy.
On every account, these avian-like Falconoids came from a Majestic civilization, presiding in a galaxy abundant in Solar Gas Giants.
Their homeplanets, Cindrusk and Hyroppa, was a home to a Septenary, 7 star solar system. Withstanding severe gravity and heat, their civilization tortured on through the relentless Solar prison.
With no way to escape, the Gryffyren discovered the method of trapping and harnessing the power from their solar giants.
Through thermodynamic ion gassified compression, Plasmeon was formed into trapped stable hybrid gas-solidiquid matter state, Quantamatter. Plasmeon is fully consumable by the Heleoss for sustenance, healing, and powerful weaponry.
Gryffyren and Hyrippians, and other avian races fought each other over this resource for endless megaannum years. Through these countless wars, they eventually realized they shared a common goal: to control nearly limitless resource of the solar giants. They became united allies in their quest to destroy and take every last star for themselves. The Heleoss grew to become the most advanced and fearsome war empire ever seen.
Every part of their mind, body and spirit is devoted to the cause of war and conquest. Every Hyrippian, Gryffyren, a warrior alike. Each falconoid, poised to attack and seek victory with no mercy or remorse. They were raised in war, for war. Their race of God-like bird people are the most feared among the Perigalacticon.
To achieve the military might for their empire, Emperor Factan leads their civilization among the stars to capture every last Plasmeon from the Solar Gas Giants. Heleoss are the only race to wield this Solar phenomena into powerful beam weapons.
Prismatic light formed into scorching lasers, piercing everything through its path. Every civilization that fought against the Heleoss have burned and crumbled to ashes. No foe has proven itself brighter than the power of the Heleoss. Beam weapons pierce every manner of armor and shields, and leave burning napalm liquid plasma everywhere in sight. Terrifying beams of light blind the galactic clusters during their campaigns.
Their latest adversary, the Thalassi, are no match for their burning weapons. “We will not stop until all has been accounted. Until all has been returned to us.” said Emperor Factan. “I do not care if they speak for truth, peace, or justice. There will be no justice until what is rightfully ours, is ours. Syntheons will only hasten the process and we will smelt them like we did every last one before us. It is time to rise among the stars to our highest calling.. Sparra Magnest”
The War with the Thallasi:
A battle of epic proportions. One that had been waged for hundreds of years between two races. The Thalassi and the Heleoss. The Thalassi were wise and strong, their space ships armored and powerful, their weapons crafted with the Aquaveon technology. The Heleoss were fierce and fast, their ships equipped with the Plasmeon weapons powered by Solar giants, their tactics ruthless and effective.
The Thalassi had been the first to explore the stars. For millenias the two races had fought for control of the galaxy. The Thalassi had been determined to protect the peace and stability of the galaxies, while the Heleoss had wanted to conquer and dominate.
The fighting has been intense and brutal, with no quarter given. The Thalassi had managed to hold the Heleoss at bay, but the Heleoss had been relentless in their attack, slowly gaining ground.
But then something unexpected happened. A new enemy had emerged. An enemy that neither race had seen before; an enemy swarm that was powerful, overwhelming and relentless. A dark force that seemed to be created from the very fabric of the universe itself. A force that could not be reasoned with, could not be negotiated with. A force that was intent on destroying everything in its path.
The Thalassi had been forced to fight a two-front war, against both the Heleoss and this dark force. For a while, they had managed to hold their own, but the strain of the battle was beginning to take its toll.
The Thalassi had been pushed back to the edge of the galaxy, and the Heleoss were gaining ground with every battle. The Thalassi had been forced to retreat further and further, and it had seemed like the end was inevitable.
