Space is vast, how big it actually is has never been determined. Galaxy after galaxy men want to go just a bit further and when they accomplish it they always will want more. The years are now unknown, and it almost doesn't matter. The Bejorn have been living in a fairly large galaxy called OM for quite some time. Along with Bejorn and Humans other alien races have come to OM as it seems to be the best suitable galaxy to live in. Although there are many planets in OM the main one is called Vicra and beside it is another one called Machia, a much smaller planet. OM is ruled from space as ships wage war, pirates plunder, and all races try to get by with what they have.

In science books from long ago you will find information about the suns dying out. Of course people didn't worry because they knew they would never live to see the day that would happen. But now it's actually happening. As the galaxy of OM gets darker each year the races fear they won't be alive much longer, and it has even brought some of the Bejorn and Humans closer, but barely. There will always be conflict, always war, but it is now time for order a time for a miracle.

The Constellation, a large space station for refugees and scientist alike has been made, captained by a Human-Vicron by the name of Nilvin Truss. It's a place of order and peace and it, like all the other ships is on the lookout for a miracle. Life goes on but the question remains.

For how long?