Several centuries ago, Xanas Valhala, one of the largest space vessels ever built for a single purpose, simply vanished. It was presumed lost with all hands, maybe an unfortunate victim of prototype space jump technology at the time. In reality, the ship simply jumped much farther than ever intended, exiting into an unknown sector far on the opposite side of the galaxy, well beyond the realm of colonized space. The jump had stranded the ship, burning out the jump drive, turning it into scrap in an almost crippling blast of uncontainable power. The ship was left adrift, her meager crew all alone as they struggled to keep her intact in the vain hope of reaching a planet, any planet, that would offer her cargo safety. For in the ships holds were half a million civillian and military personnel, all in cryo sleep for the indefinite amount of time the ship might take to find a hospitable or suitable terraformable world for them.<br/><br/>The last dregs of a wolven nation aboard the ship had been outcasts in normal space. Being a strong pack oriented race that was strong in the ways of warfare and peace alike, and thus feared and shunned by the other races in the same sector of the galaxy. While they sought no conflict, their steadfast resistance to the corrupt governance of the Federated Systems had brought war upon them. After decades of bloody conflict, their last colony was being overrun, the last of their people being forced to flee into the far reaches of space. And so, in desperation, Alpha Centaurus, the highest remaining leader of their people, organized an Exodus. Using their last reserves of material and technology, even scaenging the last of the navys ships for parts, the Ark Class was born. In its armored bowels lay the seeds of his civilization. 500,00 refugees and military personnel, frozen in sleep for the long journey to a new home.<br/><br/>And it was this ship that Her people came upon. The ship that changed her home and the way they lived. For Her people at the time were a young space faring race, with merely a handful of colonies spread throughout the solar system they called home.<br/><br/>That was centuries ago... And yet She couldnt stop her her thoughts from dwelling on it from time to time. She, as all her people, knew the stories and old tales of the peoples that had made the wolves come here. She sighed and shook her head, sipping from a cup of hot tea. It didnt matter. In time, their people merged, a new civilization emerging from loss and hope. They were now one people. Though the old ways still seperated the castes, there was little prejudice among them beyond friendly jabs and competition as was common with any people or military.<br/><br/>As head of her Clan, the biggest in service, she was a respected figure. She was feared by some, but loved by most. What was she? She was a Sergal. Her race being similar to the wolves that came to their home, yet very different. And she was unlike most. Being around 8.5 feet tall she was one of the tallest of her species ever recorded. Her frame was lithe and muscle bound, yet curvy and a bit on the healthier side of the scale. Her fur was unique to her race and colors, her chin down over her chest to her crotch, inner thighs, and the underside of her tail was a creamy tan shade. Her mane, arms, legs, back and the length of her tail were a unusal dark hue of blue, almost a navy or midnight blue mix. Along her back and tail she bore silver stripes. All four paws, just past the ankles and wrists, were of tge same silver shade. Her mane was well kept, it too having natural silver highlights. The tips of her pointed ears were also silver. And not to mention an odd tattoo along her right arm, a silvery lightning bolt going from shoulder to her mid forearm.<br/>She was truly a sight to see.<br/><br/>Her thoughts were interrupted by her communications officer as he passed on a report of a mayday from a transport under attack near the edge of their current system. She growled, ordering all hands to stations as her imposing form sat in the command chair, holographic tactical screens appearing around her.<br/><br/>"Full speed! I want details Shomei.. Whos attacking them?"<br/><br/>The ship shivered as it surged ahead, its cruising speed merely a fifth of its combat speed, meaning the ships inertial dampeners had to catch up a bit slower than normal when jumping to full speed.