The Great Solar War has raged unchecked for decades. The Eastern Coalition and Western Alliance clash on hundreds of fronts, the death toll ranging into the millions. The Eastern Coalition manages to gain the upper hand and sensing their eventual demise the Alliance launches one last bid to preserve their way of life.
From within a ship a man closes his eyes as if to sleep. With a flash his head falls back and to it's side as he's thrusted into the deepest and longest sleep hes ever experienced. The metal pod that now holds his life slowly powers down and appears to enter it's own sleep, a dim flashing light it's only voice. Looking down the cold, dark and sterile hall reveals that this pod is not alone. Hundreds of its brothers line the walls, with hundreds more on the next floor and the next. All of the ships we're made that way, to house as many people as possible, to save mankind.
This was the Alliances last hope, to launch thousands of its citizens into space, and pray they reach the Sirus system and rebuild what years of war have ripped apart. 4 ships we're constructed, each to house a different culture. Christened The Liberty, the first ship carried Americans, The Kusari carried Japanese, The Rheinland consisted of Germans and the Bretonia was the heart of the British.
In a massive effort to protect these cryoships , the Alliance gathers every last ship in it's fleet and launches a huge offensive on the Coalition. Torpedoes and lasers fill the black void of space as the cryoships race by. The first part of they're plan was a success, the cryoships escaped the battle with little damage and begin their long journey to humanities new home.
But the battle raged on, the Alliance with their strengthened moral press forward as more Coalition forces join the battle. For a mere moment humanity was engaged in the biggest battle in history.
Then the impossible happened. Into Earth's darkest hour enters mans first contact with an alien race. From out of the darkest black of space, a colossal ship materializes into its native purple hue. Towering over the biggest of the Coalition/Alliance carriers it casts a massive shadow over the entire battlefield bringing the entire war to a sudden and startling halt. For a brief time humanity was united once more in curiosity as fighters stop dead in their tacks, and carriers turn to face this historic event. For a moment the entire sector holds its breath while it awaits the aliens next move. They don't have to wait long as their ship slowly turns to face the brightest star in our solar system: the sun. A dim light begins to grow brighter and brighter from within the vessel as it gathers strength for its sinister purpose.
With a flash a fireball of energy is shot out of the ship at a tremendous speed, racing towards Sol's only source of light and heat. Within seconds of its release it hits the mark, utterly destroying the sun. But, this was far from over. The shock wave generated from the suns destruction ripped through the sector, ripping moons from their orbit and eventually reducing them to ashes, destroyed entire planets in seconds as if they were made of plaster and left nothing of the battle group save charred scraps of metal.
Everything is quiet, the entire sector now devoid of live but from the dark side of Pluto, a lone light emerges. A ship launches carrying a young Alliance general: the soul survivor of the massacre. His mission: to find each of the cryoships and warn them of aliens, now dubbed "The Nomads", attack, his name: Atticus Rockford.
Eight hundred years later: Freelancer.....