The day lightspeed travel was invented, its inventor uttered the words "Prepare for assimilation, declare your servitude." Soon, these words became the mark of an oncoming nightmare. No one knows Epsilon, but wars were fought in their name. And they won, a certainty when one controls the stellar resource. The society is divided. Any resistance is promptly crushed like a dried leaf under the boot. Fear is the regime's best weapon... but not all are born to