A Behemoth Warship holding orbit above a darkened world

Real-time strategy · Free to play · Season one open

The galaxy is awake

The worlds agreed to speak to each other again, and for a while it held. Now the fleets are waking up and every system is choosing a side. Claim a homeworld, put a fleet in the sky, and send it out — the crossing does not stop when you close the tab.

Claim a homeworld See the fleet

Fleets in transit

A sample readout. Somewhere a fleet is always in the air, and it arrives whether anyone is watching or not.

Fleets in transit
Mission	Route	Arrives in
Attack	2:114:82:117:3	04:12:38
Transport	2:114:82:114:11	00:41:07
Espionage	5:007:25:009:6	00:03:52

In game

This is the actual screen

No cinematics. The galaxy you command is the galaxy you look at: a hex chart of contested systems, a homeworld you raise by hand, and a research hall that decides what you are allowed to fly.

The galaxy map: a hex grid of numbered star systems in red, yellow and blue, with a black hole at the centre — Every hex is a system, and every system belongs to someone or is about to. Somewhere on the chart there is a black hole, and someone has already put a colony next to it.

System view

System view

You arrive knowing nothing. Survey the system and it starts giving things up — what its worlds are made of, and who else has been through here.
Construction bay

Construction bay

A homeworld is not handed to you finished. Every level of it is something you chose to build and then waited out.
Ship research

Ship research

Nothing flies until the hall says it can. Every hull in the galaxy began as research somebody was patient enough to finish.

Economy

Nothing is instant

The ground gives up metal, water and stranger things, and it gives them up slowly. Everything you own is a level you paid for and a wait you sat through — and the queue keeps working long after you have gone to bed.

A homeworld, in order

Metal Mine

Where every empire starts. Nothing further down this list is affordable without it.
Research Lab

The hall that decides what your engineers are allowed to imagine.
Shipyard

Where a doctrine stops being a diagram and becomes a hull with a crew in it.
Orbital Yard

The heavy slips. The largest hulls in the galaxy cannot be laid down anywhere else.

What comes out of the ground

No two worlds hold the same things, and you only find out by looking.

Metal
Ferrium
Silicon
Energy
Nutrients
Plasma
Neotitanium
Orichalcum

Fleet

Five ages of war

A ship is a frame with modules bolted onto it, and that pairing is a doctrine you research before you can build it. The catalogue holds thirty-two of them across five tiers — and the tiers are five ages of the galaxy, from the first hulls that crossed between planets to the Titans that outgrew the people who drew them.

Select a doctrine

Role Scout · Frame Zephyr Scout

Scout Explorer

Thin hull, good eyes. It goes first so the rest of the fleet does not have to.

Profile

Hull
Shield
Attack
Defense
Speed
Cargo

Era

The Great Reunification

The first ships to cross between planets, built in the quiet years after the worlds agreed to speak again.

Six of the thirty-two — every age represented, and the last one twice.

Territory

There are walls in the map

Most of a system is nothing at all, and that is what makes the rest matter: a basin of ore, a wreck nobody ever cleared, a well of gravity that will never hold a structure. Empires grow one cell outward from their own border, so the walls decide where the corridors are — and the corridors decide where the war is.

A sector, drawn the way the game draws it. The tiles and the markers are the game's own.

You grow from your border

Every cell you take has to touch one you already hold. Nobody lands a claim on the far side of a system, so a frontier is a real line and moving it is a campaign rather than a purchase.
None of it produces in the void

A mine out on a rock does not pay the rock. Everything you raise on the ground is a bonus on the worlds you already own in that system — never a total counted across an empire, so what you are playing is the shape of your territory, not its size.
Taking a cell is a sortie

Empty or held, ground is taken by a fleet — and a defended cell shoots back with its guns and everything parked on it. Then a clock runs before the cell is yours: nothing flips the moment the shooting stops.

What the ground can be

Mineral belt

The only ore there is
Debris field

Wall you can clear
Gravity well

Permanent wall
Nebula

Cover
Science anomaly

One to a system, at most

How ground works

Command

Someone has to give the order

Fifty commanders, across five rarities. You put one at the head of a fleet and one in charge of a world, and what they are good at quietly becomes what you are good at. The legendaries do not only sharpen their own fleet — they carry the whole warband with them.

Rarity

Common
Uncommon
Rare
Epic
Legendary

Legendary

Kytra Solheim

Assault · War Cry
Epic

Amiral Sora Vex

Assault · Alpha Salvo
Rare

Ada « Ghost » Lin

Scout · Phase Veil
Legendary

Aegis-Prime

Bastion · Rampart
Epic

Kael Draven

Assault · Barrage
Rare

Marek Thorne

Bastion · Rampart
Legendary

The Void Marshal

Hunter · Warband
Epic

Warden Kaia Rho

Bastion · Rampart
Legendary

Titanov

Industrial · Overproduction
Epic

Sable Vanté

Scout · Manoeuvre
Legendary

Oracle Sen

Scholar · Eureka
Legendary

Vera Nova

Bastion · Rampart

Twelve of the fifty. The frame tells you how rare they are.

Worlds

Every world is worth something different

Some worlds will feed a population for a century. Some pay in things that should not exist. Some are bare rock nobody will ever come for, which is its own kind of value. You do not know which is which until you have looked.