Years after an attack threatened their realm and a few others, the Republic of Free-Realms decided to begin cloning an army of their own as well as doing open recruiting. After years of trying to perfect the cloning process they did, unleashing their first wave of clones on their enemies and assuming control of many worlds. It didn't take long until they saw how powerful they had become, soon many of the Reepublic leaders became drunk with power. Stabbing their own in the back, forming their own factions, manipulating things as they saw fit. Soon those that craved power assumed full-control of the Republic, ousting most of those that didn't, while others found ways to remain in order to undermine the unjust plans of their colleagues. After years the Republic's influence would spread to many worlds and many realms, they attacked anyone that did not ally themselves with them or surrender without resistance. They soon elected a chancellor, from their a premier, and from there an emperor seized control. The Republic had become the Empire, they waged war on those that opposed them without discrimination. Leading to resistance groups being formed to combat the Empire and their cloned soldiers, Project Spectre was causing chaos throughout some areas of the multiverse. And slowly, the Empire's influence was spreading, they wanted absolute control. Little did they know that it would be themselves and their own inner turmoil that would lead to their downfall.

This story starts where most great stories begin, the battlefield. A resistance group headed by a young man named Trace Munroe had their desert headquarters attacked by the Empire, the resistance was faltering. Their chances of surviving were slim without any allies to assist them.

"We need to go now!" Trace shouted, running through the desert away from attcking clones, he didn't think he would survive. His group didn't have anything they could use to battle the Empire and hope to win battles, "We have an airship just over the dune!" One of the resistance soldiers shouted to the others retreating, "We should make there and away from here on it if we ca-.." His words were cut short as a bullet found it's way into his head, dropping him the sand.

The Empire's clone soldiers were mowing down all of those that tried to escape, leaving Trace and one other to try and push forth to the ship. "Almost there!" Trace shouted, though he would feel a pain in his leg and then find himself hitting the sand. He was shot, he was bleeding, he was done for. "Keep on going." He said to the resistance soldier that was running with him, only to see him shot down by the approaching clone soldiers. "Best not to raise hands to the fist of the Empire." One of them said, raising his rifle, he was ready to open fire and end Trace's life...

A frigate with heavy damage warped into a warzone as the crew frantically try to repair the ship. " Engineering is shot captain!" Another yelled, " So's the heavy beam cannon." On top of a tall chair a fox like creature snarled. " Damn the Imperial Dominion scum. Where are we?" His navigator scanned the archives and said, " Unknown sir, but there appears to be fighting on the ground." Turning the sensor towards a desert where constant explosions bloomed, he smiled. " Deploy the dropships and get what information is needed. I want to get back home." With that a small squad of 4 gunships and 2 drop ships descended.

The clone soldiers were distracted by the new ships that had been arriving, "Resistance ships?" One of them seemed to ask of no-one in particular, "Might as well." Trace said, scrambling over to the body of a fallen comrade. From the ground he would grab a grenade from the body and toss it at the clone soldiers, "Pin grenades?" One of them asked, chuckling at the sight, "Idiot, these won't even dent our armor. Prepare to die." With that he and the others raised their weapons at Trace. "Not a pin grenade, that thing has a timer. Oh! I set it on ten seconds. One." The grenade went off, blowing the clone soldiers back. It didn't shoot out shrapnel either, it sent out an acidic and highly flammable liquid. "Damn.. that was close.." Trace said to himself as he lay in the sand.

Meanwhile at the Imperial command center on the battlefield, "Unknown vessel, land in the specified area and exit slowly with your hands up. If you do not comply lethal force will be authorized." An Imperial officer said over a communication device, he relayed the message to the unknown ship. Waiting for a reply, "Fire on them anyways." He then said to a soldier nearby, "Yes sir. Prep the cannons." At those words the Imperial soldiers at the command center began prepping some anti-air cannons to fire on the frigate. "Blow them out of the sky when you have a lock."

A message broadcasted through the heavily damaged frigate as the bridge tried to hold it togehter. " Appears the natives are asking for our surrender wait, their firing, easily action!" With the shields down from an earlier encounter with a Imperialst ship, the frigate was sittin ducks. " Sir, scout party have arrived and their under heavy fire. We're trying to bring the point defense lasers online as well as the heavy cannons. Damage reports were flashing everywhere when the captain saw his chance. " Launch all strike craft and give them something to shoot at. I want that soldier right their on here. Deploy all troops." Dropships along with their escorts shot out of the belly of the beast through heavy fire strafing the Empire lines as they were shot down one by one.

A pirate landed on the sand with his unit and fought through the natives to the lone survivor with a leg wound. he barked something and they dragged him off. " Native, come with us and you will survive. We are uh, part of a refile effort. With that he fired off a few bursts as a drop ship descended to extract them.

The captain scanned the entire ship seeing that it was heavily damaged and only 2 cannons were online and they couldn't warp. The engine was only at 56% power and the cloaking system was in danger of overload. A pirate appeared onscreen and said, " Captain, we've got someone and we're going to come back. We need you to lay covering fire." The captain nodded and AA cannons on the belly of the ship opened up.