Ricswaza, Emperor of the Shattered Empire

Ricswaza is the Emperor of the star spanning New Terran Empire. Donning his ancient Mark IV Power Armor, Ricswaza cuts through the battlefield with unmatched brutality. Unifying his homeworld of Florda IV, Ricswaza began an interstellar crusade to unite the lost worlds of mankind and bring about a golden age for all of humanity.

The Shattered Galaxy
The dimension of 8549772-97a is most commonly referred to as the "Shattered Galaxy". In the future, the Milky Way Galaxy is a divided chaotic place. There is no great power in the galaxy, no federation of species, no grand empire. The galaxy is instead made up of thousands upon thousands of small independent warlords and nations fighting each other, vying for power. Some species unite to fight a common enemy, some species create vast bandit kingdoms and lay siege so lucrative trade routes, and some fight for the basic right to exist. Empires, kingdoms, republics, and conglomerates all rise and all fall in a never ending cycle. Millions of species want to further their own agendas and will do anything to do so, from diplomacy and negotiation to espionage, assassination and skulduggery to open war. There has never been a single unifying force in the galaxy and there very well may never be. The galaxy is so large, full of secrets and danger, that it can never be one single empire. Some species have achieved space flight, some haven't even discovered fire. There are millions upon millions of worlds, just waiting to be conquered.

Far into the future of this timeline, humanity was experiencing a golden age. Their stellar empire had reached its zenith, occupying a hundred worlds. Humans had experienced bliss unparalleled in its history. Technology had reached a point where it was more akin to magic than science. Most jobs were done by autonomous droids who recognized humans as their rightful masters. Unknown to them, humanity was about to experience a calamity from which it would take thousands of years to recover. Due to their decadence, laziness, and never ending quest for "more", the human homeworld of Earth, already completely sapped of its resources, was now on an irreversible path of destruction. The miners of earth dug too deep into the Earth's crust for what resources were left and disturbed the Earth's core. This disturbance destabilized the core to the point that the Earth was going to implode in 7 days. There was no way to stop this imminent destruction, and now the billions of humans on earth were forced to embark on massive colony ships and set a course for the colony worlds. Chaos filled the empire in those seven days, distraught by the imminent loss of their capital. Seeing the vulnerability of the humans, envious alien empires soon took advantage of this chaos. They managed to sever all communications between worlds, and launched multiple invasions into human territory, laying siege and destroying the colonies as they went. When Earth finally exploded, the colony ships barely escaped and set blind jumps into random systems nearby. With multiple alien invasions, all communications between the colonies severed, the human survivors scattered and unable to contact one another, and spread across the galaxy, this small human empire had been completely crushed. Throughout the galaxy, human colony ships emerged out of voidspace at random, some crashing violently onto worlds, some landing on worlds peacefully ready to start a society to get communications back online and some drifting in realspace for years. Thousands of years have no passed and humanity is a shell of what it was. Mankind is scattered, some worlds ignorant that there are other humans in the galaxy, and some worlds coming into contact with others and forming small star empires. The technology of the past is gone, reduced to legend, unlikely to be rediscovered. Mankind is under siege on all sides, subject to the wishes of a savage shattered galaxy.

On the planet of Florda IV in the Florda System, the native Craxians lived in relative peace, the Grot raids on their homeworld now a part of life. This was until one day when a human colony ship dropped out of voidspace and crash landed on their world. The Craxians were horrified, initially thinking that this was some new terrifying strategy of the Grot, but upon further investigation they saw a strange new species struggling to escape their damaged craft. The Craxians went immediately to assist this new species saving as many as they could. After some effort from the human survivors and the Craxian elders, they managed to translate their languages and communicate with each other. The humans explained who they were, what happened to their home and their situation, and stricken with pity, the Craxians welcomed them to their world and to live with them from now on. Seeing no other choice the humans agreed. The ship they came in on had been destroyed, irreparable, but the humans now used the husk of the ship as an impromptu shack city. Over time the technology the humans brought with them degraded and also became irreparable, the methods to fix them forgotten. Generations passed, and the humans and Craxians grew to live and learn with one another and to suffer the constant Grot raids together. 3000 years later, Earth is just a legend, a legend that captures the attention of one particularly ambitious techmechanic named Ricswaza.

The Discovery of the Mark IV
Ricswaza was a young ambitious techmechanic on Florda IV, earning his wage by assisting local merchants, stocking their stalls in Husk's market district. Whenever he wasn't working he spent his time listening to storytellers speak of the legend of Earth, entranced by the idea of a beautiful homeland for humanity, as well as catching up on lore, tinkering with old pieces of scrap he came across in expeditions deep into Husk's core, and recording his findings. Since he was an able bodied male, he was also enlisted with the local garrison to help defend against Grot attacks against Husk. He grew to hate the Grot for constantly attacking his home, killing and enslaving his people with their superior alien technology. He ventured into the depths of Husk hoping to find some weapon to find against these reptilian marauders. That chance came when one day on an expedition, he was separated from his group and was lost in Husk. Trying to find his way back to the group, he came across an ancient armory which he broke in to in a hope to find some trace of his expedition. Within the armory he found ancient munitions still in peak condition and in the center of the room stood a set of massive suits of armor. Upon closer inspection he recognized this armor as the legendary Mark IV power armor. Said to be near impervious to battle as well as granting the user incredible strength, durability, speed, as well as the ability to wield incredibly powerful Power Armor specific weaponry. This incredible power has a glaring flaw however. Not just anyone can wear the armor, you have to be genetically compatible to even wear the armor and have undergone enhancement treatments to be able to wield that power effectively. In awe that he was able to find a wholly intact Mark IV, the issue of the expedition was quickly forgotten and curiosity overtook him, and he immediately began to investigate the armor. Half as a joke and half because he was curious, he tried his hand at starting the gene recognition sequence to enter the suit. The sequence was a success. Taken aback, he wondered if this was dream or some cruel joke by his team, but after the suit opened itself for him to enter, he realized that this was no joke. He had come across the most important discovery in years, all by accident. Ricswaza hesitantly entered the power armor, and as it closed behind him he took notice of how comfortable the armor was. It almost seemed like it was made for him. After a second of stillness, the armors heads up display came to life, displaying status updates, maps, logs, recordings, and general information. Ricswaza was almost overwhelmed at all the information, but that overload was overshadowed by pure giddy happiness.