Life in the Frontier was hard. Not only was it one of the most remote places in the known galaxy, it also had several warring factions. All of them vying for power, riches and land. Were it not for the mighty Emperor, the Frontier would've destroyed itself years ago. Who, or even what the Emperor is, almost no one knows. He is like a shady, mythological deity, watching over his people with utmost fervor, yet at the same time he remains unseen, save for the few high ranking officers and nobles who have the right to request an audience with the Emperor. And even then, they never get to see the Emperor. He would always be in a separate room, talking to his subjects from the other side of a thick golden wall. This all added to the mystery surrounding him, and the people of the Frontier began believing that the Emperor actually was a God, and it was not long before cults started popping up throughout the Frontier at a fast rate, effectively rallying the many factions under one banner. The Emperor's.
The Emperor has always allowed the warring factions to compete with each other, and even supports the idea of multiple strong factions. For he believes that the competition amongst them would ensure that only the strongest survive, and as a result, strengthen the Frontier. The supreme devotion of the people for the Emperor, coupled with the remoteness of the Frontier, gave the Emperor the time and resources to plan a conquest of the galaxy. While his subjects were developing and growing into potent powers in their owns rights, the Emperor created his own private army. The Legiones Imperiales, a massive fighting force of genetically enhanced super soldiers, state of the art vehicles and ships, numbering in the millions, some even say billions.
Things were about to change, and unbeknownst, the people of the Frontier were on the verge of a new era. A new era which would drag the Frontier out of it's long time isolation, and into a Galactic War.... Just like the Emperor had been planning for so many years....
