This is the backstory of the Equinox galaxy.




It began with a flash.

On August 20th, 2057, a craft of unknown origin landed in the streets of New York. Contained within the ship were a group of 4 ambassadors, each of a previously unknown race. The two main ambassadors stepped forward to speak with our race, the Auran, and the Xyvin.

The first to come forward were the Aurans. They were the race that we were always most accustomed to, in the matter of aliens. Their bodies were interestingly shaped like the human body, and wore clothing in a manner like to ours. The main difference seemed to be in proportion. Their eyes were slightly larger than our own, and had a deeper level of thought behind them. We unintentionally turned towards them first, and viewed them as our greatest allies.

The second race was the Xyvin. They were a race of multilegged creatures. They had a slightly agressive manner, but seemed logical in their movement, and actions. Their clothing seemed to cover mainly their bodies, but left their bone-like appendeges uncovered. Their bodies seemed closest to our spiders, if nothing else, and their manner not unlike one would expect.

The ambassadors were soon brought before the United Nations. The races had come to raise us, and teach us. For five years, we grew as a race, peace among us, and life growing.

But dreams are quickly lost when awoken.

The Xyvin had a longstanding feud with the Auran race, and during the five years, it grew into a war. Deaths were quick to come on both sides. It was not long before the Xyvin came to us. One must understand, the Auran race, had been the major teacher to us, and had shown us much of the universe, and had taught us to believe in ourselves once again. The Xyvin came to us, not in peace, but with a threat.

Our only options were to either help the Xyvin in the war, thereby betraying the Auran, or die. Believing that the Xyvin posed no true threat to us, we sent away the Xyvin messengers, and turned back to our alliance.

The dream shattered with a beam of light.

Xyvin warships descended upon Earth, and the simple settlements we had set up on the more hospitable planets in the Sol System. The settlements were destroyed, and...

Earth was lost, doomed to be a desert wasteland.

But even the shortest dream lingers.

Shortly before the Xyvin warships arrived, a joint effort between the Auran race, Human race, and rogue Xyvin factions, created an arguable army of Colony ships. The ships had enough provisions, and were enough self-sufficient to allow it's occumants to survive for 5 years, 10 if they wanted to go hungry a couple of days a week.

However, the ships arrived too shortly before the Xyvin. Only 18 ships escaped the atmosphere, and only 7 escaped the Sol System. Each ship contained near 300 humans. Reducing the number of humans in the galaxy to only 2,100. We left the Sol System, never to return to the altar of death.

For 7 years, the colony ships drifted the galaxy. During this time, one of the ships malfunctioned, and crash landed on a barely habitable planet. The refugees survived long enough to write their own death count... minus one.

A second ship's food reserves decayed long before it should have, leaving the ship to slowly become a ghost ship. The ship's occupants slowly grew mad, but found a strangely habbitable moon, in some backwater system, and began the Shi-Tu-Mara, a group that would just as soon kill a passerby, as invite him to pie... of course the pie would still consist of some similar race anyway.

The rest of the colony ships survived. Seven years later, on Earth Date August 31st, 2069, the Auran race found a previously unknown planet, and notified the drifters.

The five ships converged on the planet. As the doors on the crafts opened for the first time in 7 years, a doomed race, destroyed, rose from it's own ashes.

We had fallen back into the dream.

For months after arrival, bickering broke out over and over again about what the planet should be named. Finally, looking out one day, a child, who had by chance gotten ahold of an Earth calendar opened to March, looked up at the star in the sky of the planet and spoke what was agreed to be one of the wisest names ever created.

The human race had been beaten down, grinded, and left to rot, but with help from it's few allies, it had risen to the challenge, and was preparing to head into one of the greatest adventures of the galaxy.

The human race decided to name the planet after the days of the Earth Year that the day and night were as close to equal as possible.

The human race named the planet...

Equinox.