Abrius, once a home to a bustling young civilization, home to a people of potential and promise, who were so close to reach the stars that many had dreamed of. And all of that, all the dreams and people, snuffed out of existence itself. Abrius had grown angry with the industrial progress of it's people, the wars, the strife, it felt violated. It wanted nothing more then a pause, a still silence. It grew desperate, and in it's desperation, discovered it's....abilities. It could manipulate and control the animal life, morph it, command it. Dark thoughts came to it as the possibilities revealed themselves.

In it's slow descent into madness, it done the unthinkable, waged war with civilization itself. For a hundred years, it's children and tools of destruction, the Vazra, slaughtered the Abrians, every man, woman and child, none were left alive. All feel silent, and for moment, it felt satisfied, complete, at peace. How wrong it was.

It feel deeper into madness, but why? The parasites, the Abrians, were rid of, why must madness keep creeping in? It realized, it felt alone, feared being alone, it's children were not enough. But it knew of other worlds from the Abrians, others just like it. Maybe, just maybe, there are others like it, worlds crying out to each other. In it's madness, it commanded of it's children a difficult task, to free these worlds of sentient life and industry, let other worlds embrace the tranquility of silence. 
 
[b][u]Abrius, One Hundred and Fifty Years ago[/u][/b]
Thousands of Vazra ships hung over Abrius' orbit, awaiting the command of their master, their creator, the Primordial One. Among the massive armada, was one of several disc-shaped gargantuan vessels, deep within it's bowels were several shaded figures. Standing before a pool of a sickly green slimy substance, the pools quivered and swiveled as a large formless figure began to form from the goo. "Oh Great one." One of them spoke. "The Hives have been assembled, and we await your most benevolent command." 

"Good....go now...venture out and rid the stars themselves of this...infection...free my siblings, let the tranquility of Silence fall over the void..." 

And with this command, the ships scattered, leaving their home as they venture out their own way as they begin their long bloody crusade, to destroy galactic civilization itself, and leave no traces behind.