Chronicle of the Black Sun

In the shadow years following Humanity’s retreat from Orion and the endless wars with the Vanduul, the Pyro system became a graveyard of wreckage, miners, and mercenaries.

Among these survivors were members of failed terraforming crews, smugglers, and outcast soldiers—souls who had stared too long into the black.

From the silent remains of derelict ships, a belief began to take shape: that the void was not empty, but hungry.

These early heretics called it the Black Sun, a star that devours rather than illuminates. They spoke of its light as truth through annihilation—of entropy as divinity.

The cult’s first scripture, The Book of Cinders, was whispered across comm channels before being purged by UEE firewalls. Yet fragments endured—encoded in ship graffiti, in distress calls, in the static between systems.

When the Messer Dynasty collapsed and the UEE turned inward to rebuild, forgotten sectors like Pyro and Nyx became breeding grounds for outlaws and idealists alike.

Among the chaos, the teachings of the Black Sun fused with survivor militias and pirate crews.

They forged a sigil, a black sun, its rays to mark vessels “chosen by the void.”

They preached that the UEE’s so-called enlightenment was merely the dying gasp of false light. While others scavenged to live, they scavenged to be reborn.

During this period, the Black Sun aligned with small terror cells, manipulating syndicates through prophecy and fear. Their sermons spread through the Cathcart network, carried on encrypted quantum relays, and many began to refer to the movement not as a cult, but as a faithless order—the Order of the Consumed Light.

When the XenoThreat movement rose from Pyro’s ashes, promising vengeance against the corrupt Empire, many Black Sun adherents joined their ranks, believing the UEE’s downfall was preordained. For a time, their goals aligned—until zeal and ideology collided.

Where XenoThreat sought restoration of purity, the Black Sun sought transcendence through destruction. They believed that the Vanduul, the void, and humanity’s decay were all parts of the same cosmic cycle, each a hand of the same unseen god.

During the Second XenoThreat Incursion (2951), a charismatic figure known only as the Voidfather emerged from the sect’s inner circle.

Declaring that the Black Sun was not hate, it consumed no one’s will; he denounced the political aims of XenoThreat as hollow.

His followers sabotaged supply convoys during the retreat to Jericho, proclaiming that salvation would come not from politics, but from purification through the void.

After the fall of XenoThreat, the Voidfather led thousands of exiles and mercenaries through abandoned jump points into forgotten systems—Nyx, Tiber, and beyond.

They left behind the old flags, claiming the Black Sun Church was not a rebellion but a revelation.

They established hidden enclaves in derelict refineries and orbital ruins, conducting rituals that merged scavenging with worship.

Members carried relics of ship hulls as talismans, chanting telemetry logs as hymns. In the scattered bandwidth of old spectrum channels, sermons echoed:

“We are the children of failed stars. We do not seek heaven; we inherit debris.”

These pilgrimages forged a new identity. No longer pirates nor insurgents, they became Keepers of the Eclipse, missionaries of entropy.

Today, under the iron will of the Voidfather, the Black Sun Church operates across the Stanton and Pyro borders, cloaked within legitimate mercenary fronts, mining guilds, and private security firms.

They believe the UEE’s decadence is the final night before the true dawn, a cosmic inversion where light collapses, and all creation is purified in the gravity of the Black Sun.

Rituals now accompany every battle, every mercenary mining strike. Each action is both tactical and sacramental.

The Voidfather preaches that the coming age will not begin with conquest but with convergence, when humanity stops pretending to be separate from the void and finally joins it.

In the year 2955, the Black Sun has become less an organization and more a contagion of belief—part cult, part movement, part storm. They whisper through the comms:

“The Empire burns from the inside out. We are simply turning it toward the Sun.”