FOC-86

FOC-86. The name is a relic from a dead world. A final, silent image from a telescope before Earth ceased to be.

This galaxy was meant to be a destination. It is instead a cage. The void between its stars is not a frontier; it is a wall, miles counted in lifetimes. The silence is the only truth. Suns burn and die, offering radiation, not salvation. There are no alien signals. There are no new worlds fit for life. There is only the long, slow decay of everything that was brought here.

Humanity did not come to FOC-86 to conquer. It came to endure. The central conflict is not between empires, but between survival and despair. The only agendas that matter are the ones fueled by dwindling resources and fading hope. The fundamental law is entropy. Everything breaks down. Everyone fights for the scraps.