Story
The Harbinger is a centuries-old human ship, at first a census vessel, controlled by the ruthless Overlord. The vessel itself is nearly planet-sized and can house many millions of creatures. The Vantir were one such inhabitant. Over time, the Vantir corrupted the purpose of the Harbinger, bringing war to the planets and systems it visits. The various factions on board once had alliances that kept their individual powers well-balanced, but recently, a new species, the Cimicidae, have taken up residence and their expansion and its side-effects have unbalanced the scales. Some Scintilla are learning how to become "energized" again, a condition somewhat like enlightenment, and it has sparked jealousy in the non-"energized" masses. This rift has provided an opportunity for the Vantir, through their arms supply and consultation operation, Ontis Corporation, to prod the non-"energized" Scintilla into civil war. At the same time, the Vantir and the Cimicidae are expanding, taking over more and more sections of the ship, stealing more control from the Overlord and pushing out, capturing, or exterminating most of the remaining refugees. Torvus Junction is one of the last outposts of the refugees, and the conflict is rapidly heating up as the Harbinger approaches the planet Aegis 9.
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