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<span class="mu-g">”For Urik, I have assigned the new position of the <span class="mu-s">Overseer of Ecology</span>, which includes agricultural output, biosphere stability, as well as the health and safety integration of all of the Hegemony's approved life forms. And for Deepscale, I have assigned him to the position of <span class="mu-s">Overseer of Research</span>.”</span>
The new alien Overseers are a stark reminder to the massive changes that have come to the Hegemony during your reign- but as both are about equally important, neither of the two new alien races gain more social standing then the other, keeping the balance <span class="mu-i">about the same</span>.
Over the majority of the past <span class="mu-s">50 years</span>, you have ruled the Hegemony not as a Supreme Ruler, but as an <span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">Unspeakable</span></span>. The Mask-wearing spirit of domination and supremacy that has carved a bloody path across the stars. From your victory at The Stand, you began a genocide crusade against the filthy <span class="mu-i">Hazaar</span>, the first truly intelligent alien nation your kind encountered- beyond the murderous and mindless Baalathi that is. After your work, none remain. You have slaughtered every single one of their filthy kind, and their corner of the galaxy now belongs to you. The HVS, their subjugated proxy-state that kept you off the radar of your nearby Galactic rivals, is now fully incorporated into the Hegemony and under your control. Beyond the prestige, livable worlds, and untold resources and riches of those newly captured star systems- it also means the last troublesome thorn of alien parasites was finally plucked from the Hegemony's coat. However, it didn't feel like victory.
Perhaps for the Hazaar, there was no other option. But it took its toll on you. The immense weight of wearing the Mask, the iron grip of being the Unspeakable, controlling every action and resource for the direct and uncompromising goal of extinction of another alien species, no matter how in the way and disgusting they were, still felt like a great burden. Lifting the mask off your face finally did not provide you a sensation of ultimate victory; just a reprieve. In the end, you did everything you did for your people, first and foremost, the elimination of another intelligent species is, in the end, a survival tactic. <span class="mu-i">All battles between species ultimately culminate in extinction</span>. One lives, one dies, that is the way of survival. But that doesn't mean it isn't without loss.