Weeks have passed since the tragic outcome of the ill-fated Galactic Peace Accords. Trillions watched in horror live streamed through the Hypernet Broadcasts as the great leaders of the galaxy were ruthlessly cut down at the hands of Lord Snow and his companions. That was, until the scope of the destruction terminated outgoing communications. The ultimate outcome of the battle remains unknown to all but a few, but that is a tale for another time.

Outcomes from the events have trickled outwards across the entire galaxy, causing a rippling butterfly effect that has affected everyone from mighty empires to impoverished refugees. No place has been more drastically affected than Abbayor, once proud capital world of the Galactic Empire. Ravaged by the long and bloodied war between the Saiyan Dominion and its own Galactic Empire, only for Peace Plaza itself to be decimated by the assault of Lord Snow against the valiant heads of state that survived his initial assault.

The Galactic Empire itself has felt the greatest burden of any government in the wake of the attacks. Polaris was many things to his subjects, to some a conquering hero leading a righteous crusade against a hated enemy. To others a cruel galactic tyrant no better than Lord Frieza of old. To many more still, something in the middle, a despot who deserved trial, not execution in cold blood. Regardless, the loss of the Emperor has shaken his empire to its core. Faith in the empire has plummeted to an all time low, and a state of martial law grips many of the outer territories and planets. The stalwart Ultramarines are hard pressed putting out the fires of unrest and maintaining order in the most tumultuous regions. Among the power brokering planets of the empire there are whispers of their factions’ mounting weakness. Without a leader to rally behind and unify the people, those with ambition in their hearts begin to look with hungry eyes to carve their slice from the so-called empire.

Meanwhile, the newly christened Saiyan Kingdom is similarly reeling from the death of their late queen. Radia was more than a ruler to her people, she was a symbol. Without the guiding beacon she offered the Saiyans, many are quickly abandoning her ideals to return to the old ways. Some denounce Radia in death, saying her sudden change of heart and desire for peace was born of weakness, and that it was that weakness that led her to leave her guard down. Others have made a martyr of her, calling for the deaths of any and all Frost Demons and their ilk. Regardless, it remains that Saiyan politics are presently anything but unified. More important though, is the matter of Radia’s successor. Many within the Saiyan Kingdom are already calling for Supreme Commander Onyon to ascend to the throne. His friends and allies nudge him so, but the veteran warrior believes himself unfit to rule. Only time will tell what becomes of the Saiyans, but in the short term battle hungry warriors are abandoning their cause in droves, turning to piracy and mercenary work or embarking on their own personal quests for vengeance.

The Kabochan Confederacy, while also suffering the loss of their Emperor, has avoided much of the political turmoil of the other major factions. Carambolis was a pauper to a prince, a hero to his people, beloved by the masses and respected by his enemies. In death he has become martyr and a symbol in a way Radia could only dream of. Statues of the warrior are erected daily and across the Confederacy its subjects stand arm in arm grimly prepared for whatever turmoil the future may old. The Confederacy’s armada, along with their dread flagship the Omnipotence, escaped largely unharmed following the aftermath of the Peace Accords. They now remain stationed around their homeworld Kabocha awaiting possible aggression by the Planet Trade Organization. The Crusher Corps, Golden Fleece Armada, and the remnants of the late Kamui’s pirate fleet also remain on high alert, running routine patrols through Kabochan territory. The Demon Lord Amatricina has also vanished in the wake of Carambolis’ death, along with the Dragonballs guarded deep within the Omnipotence’ vaults. This has left the leadership of the Crusher Corps empty, and now a ruling council of Prime Lieutenant Coca of the Confederacy, Duria as acting Crusher Corps Commander, and Xeleri of the Golden Fleece Armada has been established. The three face a difficult predicament, as the late Carambolis’ nominated heir, Absolut, is also by rights the rightful heir to the Galactic Empire. Thankfully Absolut remains safely under Confederacy custody… for now.

Elsewhere, others were not as lucky. Kelpo Bass received none of love and affection in death that Carambolis, Radia, or even Polaris himself did. The Union of Shipwrights was quick to use the death of their leader for petty political gain, while quietly liquidating his assets and funneling as much of the man’s wealth into their respective pockets. Arcose currently remains leaderless, as the technocrats bicker endlessly among themselves in their ever convoluted government congress. The people of Arcose care little, their concerns drifting ever inwards to their own wallets and the uncertainty the financial future held. With the instability rampant across the galaxy and so many great navies recalled in defense of key territories, piracy has experienced a massive uptick in recent weeks. All this combined with galactic stock market crashes has pushed Arcose into recession, one the technocrat parties blame on everything but their own shortsightedness. Until Arcose unites under a leader that can rally their apathetic populace, there is little in the planet’s future by more days as dreary as their polluted skies.

But, even in darkness there is light. The galaxy is not without its beacons of hope. Far from the eyes of a largely uncaring universe, Ferusalem continues the noble mission set forth by the planet’s defenders, the Knights Cordis, and their late king, Sir Nickel Gallius. Though Gallius died in the name of peace, coming to those without defenders even in his final hour, his ideals live on. Like Carambolis, the strange speaking knight has become a martyr to the displaced peoples that now call his world home. A great temple is being erected in his honor, and recruitment to the Knights of Cordis has quintupled, swelling to the point individual knights are taking on small retinues of squires. The planet itself continues to only grow in populace, as an endless stream of refugees stream in from across the galaxy. While there are many skeptics to the long term sustainability of Ferusalem, the newly crowned King Lantus has great optimism. And he has found aid in the most unlikely of places.

Personally saved by the heroism of King Gallius, Lady Gravei, High Councilor of Brench has become the most outspoken champion on behalf of the plight of the Ferusalem refugees. Already Brench has made massive humanitarian aid endeavors, and with Gravei as the public face of these efforts Brenchian support is expected to only continue to grow. A brenchian fleet now orbits the world offering safety and security in full cooperation with the Knights of Cordis, keeping pirates and raiders from despoiling the verdant world or its humble people. Homes and public structures are being constructed at breakneck pace by the Brenchian military corps of engineers, and the goodwill of such a public display of aid has assisted many of Gravei’s fellow council members with their own reelection campaigns or public images. As a result, the impromptu Brench-Ferusalem union shows little sign of deteriorating. Though only time will tell if this forms a lasting bond.

And last, but certainly not least. The Planet Trade Organization. Though Lord Snow and his son Mecha Fridga succeeded in killing almost the entire galactic leadership in one fell swoop, their ultimate fates remains a mystery. Some claim they were killed in battle, others say Polaris took out Snow with him in a final desperate attack. Others still claim that God-King Xell dragged them to Hell personally upon their defeat. Only one man knows the ultimate truth, and he has been painfully absent since that fated day. Regardless, the Planet Trade Organization, already a floundering organization desperately clinging to long lost glory days is shuddering under the loss of Lord Snow. With their strongest Lord defeated or dead, weaker vassal Lords now vie with one another for political and military power. A great rift has opened in the senior leadership of the Planet Trade Organization, and though many other factions fully expected further aggression… none have come as a result. It seemed Snow and his son were rogue agents, and now the very organization they hail from is painfully reeling from their loss. Though Frost Demons are an ever ambitious, power hungry race of warlords and tyrants. Few would doubt it will only be a short time before another powerful Lord arises to carve out his own legacy out from under Frieza’s great shadow.