[b][i]What you can expect:[/i][/b]

Openended, story driven roleplay. 
Active GMing driving the overall story forward.
[i]Some GM dice rolls[/i] (Aka, in a situation I might roll a die to basicly decide just how successfull we are with something.)[b]

Samurai, Ninja/Shinobi, Feudal Japan inspired stuff in space![/b]


[center][b][i]We can escape a dying earth, we can withstand an alien horde. But in the end, when power
is dangled in front of a man and when a throne is vacated. The Dying of Man does not matter,
and we fight each other more fiercely  than any alien horde could ever muster.-
Aiko Takeda, Daughter of President Takedea of the Takeda Corperation.  
[/i][/b][/center]

Humanity made it to the stars, we transcended our homeworld and spread like only humans do. We spanned the galaxy, terraforming dead rocks, inhabiting and taming wild and alien worlds. We grew, we expanded, we harvested. Earth became a memory and then our home all but vanished from the collected conscious. We had no problem making new earths, new homes. Megapolis worlds and factory worlds. Minecrews working asteroid belts and interstellar jumpgates putting systems at hours distance.  

But even so, when humans spread and over large distances, they end up sowing the seeds of isolation and distrust among their own. And when distrust grow to outright animosity, humanity do what it always do. It wars with itself. For a while, this was kept at bay due to the first contact with a truly extraterrestrial species. The Eintri was a threat to all of humanity, and so we banded together. A  legendary commander stepped up, and he was given full control of every companies private army, every planetary recruit and under his leadership we survived. We, humanity, briefly looked upon him as a sort of savior. 

Others, the more militant and more hungry for power saw him as the highest of aspirations. A lord who united all, to turn back the barbarian or in this case alien hordes. There was a term for those kind of leader who had survived the blending of language as humanity travelled the stars and cultures melded together. It was [i][b]sei’i taishõgun.[/b][/i]

And all of them, from every corner of human space, wanted to be the next Shogun.

And it is the nature of the human soul, to ever want more. To ever crave something we do not possess. Humanity, in its stretched out and constantly fractured state needed a leader to keep it from eating itself. So when that leader died?When there was no longer a brilliant Shogun around?  There was suddenly a void left to be filled.  And everyone with a claim, a ideal, a vision, rushed in like air out a spaceships hull breach. And so, humanity began to eat itself once more.

As lines are drawn and factions descended into a skirmishes and allegiances are sworn, everyone suddenly have a stake on the throne. Smaller company ceo or faction leaders follow one of the big mega corps and their leaders into battle like modern day samurai. In fact, while the elite corporate soldiers don exoskeletons and top of the line equipment, the indentured men and women drafted to fight for them go into battle with far less impressive gear. The neo-feudal corporatism see the rich and wealthy cut up their own little tiefdoms and swere allegience to those that serve to further their agendas. 

The question we now have to ask however? Who will claim that title, who will seize the throat of the galaxy itself? The religious Tengi Sect, who had taken to worshipping the remains of a dead alien civilization? Or the fearsome Obucorp, whose contact with more peaceful aliens had given them a edge in technology. Or was it perhaps the IgaCorp, with their million eyes and ears and corporate assassins and spies. Or any of the other multitudes of factions.



What we do know, is that a new era of war descends upon the human race.  And in the end, only one can be Shogun, and everyone else either fall in line or die by bullet and blade.

It is in this era of strife were we find ourselves. A couple of souls drawn into the intrigue and chaos of a multifaceted war. Were nobody knows where the true loyalties lies, were intrigue and murder lurk behind every corner, and where honor and greed is becoming harder and harder to differentiate.