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The Sergal and Clone fleets both ravaged the less advanced worlds, tearing through their inferior military forces with ease. Each was able to rapidly expand their borders, using their mastery over technology to rapidly make use of conquered worlds. Their peoples were assimilated, slaughtered, or forced to leave. For every hundred sips the enemy lost, the Sergal or Clone armies might lose one. It was a devastating massacre that spanned many solar systems.

However, it was then that the tide turned. Devastated and horrified by the assaults, the many individual planets and small empires united under a single flag. The Council of Worlds was founded in an emergency state, a ruling body in charge of repelling the invaders. Military might was combined, technology was shared, and new strategies were devised. Resistance grew steeply, as the planets pooled their resources into their military might, massive fleets of warships being prepared in surprisingly short amounts of time.

The Council consisted of six members, each of which represented a separate species and empire. The individual planets had no representative within the council, but were forced to throw in their lot with the makeshift alliance in order to gain even a slight chance of fighting back. Within the Council existed also a seventh figure, known only as the Founder. Even in a period of a few days word spread that this figure had united the worlds, and even now represented the combined might of the species. It's body remained eternally hidden behind thick robes, hiding it's species. It was a representative of unity, a hero of the people.

The reports would arrive both for the Sergal and the Clone Empire. Vast and highly planned ambushes had wiped out entire fleets, the enemy's military might seeming to triple overnight. What had previously seemed to be population centres were filled with explosives, entire planets being used as a massive bomb to wipe out fleets. Ambushes making use of stellar gas clouds, with hundreds of ships seeming to materialize out of thin air. Powerful dimensional locks seperating the conquerer's fleets from their reinforcements.

Still the Sergal and Clone armies marched forward, but they gained nothing. Any planet they conquered was trapped and destroyed, their inhabitants willing to die before surrendering to the invaders. Every step forward became a struggle, and what had previously been unquestionable victory was turned into a bloody battle, casualties ramping up on both sides. The Sergal empire was cut off, their funds no longer accepted and all trade relationships halted. Any attempt to take planets by non-military means were inevitably met with defeat, the planets trading with one another in order to support those who had relied on Sergal supplies.