Shout out to the little rat man commanding my biggest fleet made up the survivors of the initial wave of horrors beyond mortal comprehension in a guerrilla war against said horrors and two other types horrors stuck in a realties spanning civil war. All while the galactic community argues if a one system dictatorship created in a rebellion caused by the civil unrest the horrors caused by ripping the galaxy in half is in violation of galactic law or not.
The son of immigrants, Inck started his career as a lowly necromancer, but he managed to climb the corporate ladder of the Uraki Trade Union through hard work, bribes, and gene therapy to extend his expected lifespan past thirty. And while the initial defense against the Unbidden was a failure, and his people’s home trade league was destroyed, he was able to rally the scattered forces and managed to hold out at Trappist until reinforcements could arrive. Now, he stands at the bow of the Union’s first titan at a young age of seventy, the commander of a fleet of lithoids, zombie battle thralls, and pleasure slaves, showing the galaxy that the best weapon against extragalactic invaders is unrestricted capitalism and owning half the galaxy through intentional complex contracts and legal threats.