We are pioneers, united as a band of brothers, bound by the ligature of camaraderie forged in the fires of war. It is fitting that we should return to the stars, considering that we all began as pilgrims lost in space. The years we have spent on Auraxis fighting an endless, and ultimately fruitless war for supremacy over a dead world has left us weary; but all things must come to an end, even unending conflict. We arrived, laid waste, and now we ascend with a heroic impulse toward the prodigious. A new dawn rises and with it countless possibilities as we ascend unto the apogee, undaunted, to assert our will over the stars. What role we will play in the cosmos is yet to be determined, but we are dragon-slayers bound by the Golden Fleece in coalition to do great things. As we all once came from stars, so shall we return to them and begin our new journey.