FORCE Omega was the Endless Unity's first and only organization of military psions, created in desperation during the War of the Chosen and destroyed by the man who once led it. It is the common ancestor-organization to both the contemporary @Order Omega and the @Ashen Remnant; two orders founded by leaders with diametrically opposing visions.
Origins on @Andarus
The Exodus of the Banished delivered @Khiro Velenar into the service of the Endless Unity, and with her came knowledge the materialist civilization had spent its entire existence suppressing. The @Altaran defector understood what the Unity's atheist establishment refused to accept: that the nethereal was real, that it could be wielded, and that without it the war against the Providence was already lost.
She began training the first prospective @Tempered Psions shortly after her arrival, but the results were discouraging. The Unity had spent millennia purging psionic bloodlines, and the few latent talents that emerged were weak and unfocused. So @Khiro Velenar turned to a darker solution. In the depths of the city-planet of @Andarus, she performed a ritual of binding—calling upon the power of the Light to draw spirits of immense psionic potential from the nethereal and bind them into freshly grown mortal bodies. She did not fully understand what she was summoning. The ritual brought the reborn Lords of Aulor into this iteration of the Cosmic Cycle, though that truth would remain hidden for decades.
The creation of an organized psionic military force faced ferocious opposition. The general staff viewed it as an abomination—an alien witch training humans in outlawed powers. But Supreme Overseer @Antarof Gorseon granted the project his absolute patronage, and FORCE Omega was officially established in 917 AF.
Structure and Secrecy
FORCE Omega existed in near-total anonymity. The average citizen of the Endless Unity knew nothing of it. FORCE Alpha was the public face of special operations; FORCE Omega was a rumor at best, its operations classified beyond the highest clearances. This secrecy reflected the deep institutional shame of an atheist superpower forced to wield the powers it had once outlawed.
The organization's formal structure was built around echelons—military formations each consisting of roughly a hundred psions supported by a thousand elite non-psion commandos and void marines, volunteers drawn primarily from FORCE Alpha who fought alongside abilities they could never match. Echelons followed standard chains of command, integrated with the wider Void Guard, and operated under direct AUSC oversight.
Alongside these echelons in which they would be deployed to battle, FORCE Omega's operatives themselves created a second, entirely unsanctioned layer of organization. They called these groups sects—informal communities of practice built around specific psionic disciplines, where pyromancers trained with pyromancers, telepaths with telepaths, biomancers with the handful of others who shared their rare gift. Each sect developed its own traditions, techniques, and internal hierarchy of mastery that had no relationship whatsoever to military rank. A junior lieutenant might lead a sect if his psionic command exceeded his superiors'. No one had authorized the sects. No one oversaw them. They existed because the operatives willed them into being, and no authority dared disband what had become the true engine of FORCE Omega's power. The tension between formal military discipline and this sorcerous self-organization was never resolved, and it would contribute to the organization's betrayal and disollution.
Rise and Fall of the Typhonian
@Arakhor, then carrying the name Sigreon Calath, rose not merely as a weapon but as a leader. From his earliest battles, his prescience set him apart—he could see the enemy's moves before they were made, but he could also peer into the distant future and glimpse events that were, to his growing horror, inevitable. He saw the Endless Unity would not survive the War of the Chosen, though the precise mechanism of its defeat remained obscure for years.
At Messet IV in 926 AF, Sigreon Calath—biomanufactory-born only a decade prior—faced a @Gythian Elder in single combat and annihilated it by teleporting an armed antimatter warhead directly into its skull. A third of his echelon perished, but he saved an entire star system. At the Battle of the Red Stars in 931 AF, he rift-walked onto an @Altaran command-ship, detonated its power core, and repeated the feat against six more vessels before collapsing from exhaustion—turning a losing battle into a strategic victory. His fellow operatives named him the Typhonian, after the prophesied destroyer of gods; a title that would not have been permitted in any other organization within the Visionary-Materialist Endless Unity. He wore the title with the weary humility of a man who understood the cost of his own legend.
He was charismatic, brilliant, and genuinely devoted to his brethren. Younger psions sought his guidance. Senior commanders deferred to his tactical insight. But his prescience was a poison as much as a gift. The visions grew darker, the future more certain.
In 947 AF, Calath confronted the Chosen Metvol-Anar in single combat. The Archon perished, but not before driving a psionic spear of truth into Calath's mind—an act meant to shatter him, but which instead unlocked something buried. Fragments of a past life surfaced. He began to remember what he had been a hundred million years ago.
His behavior shifted. By 952 AF, he attempted to recruit his senior commanders into a coup against the Unity's general staff, speaking of a coming betrayal that only he could prevent. When they refused—led by @Rauvin Kiarr—he threatened to annihilate @Iolus itself. Operation Fall-Ruin was launched, and Calath faked his death, leaving a simulacrum to be destroyed while he fled into deep wildspace. The Unity mourned a fallen hero. The truth was that he had begun to accept his identity as @Arakhor, the Lord of Ruin.
The Proxy and the Design
@Arakhor's exile, guided by visions of an unremembered past, led him to the forgotten system of @Orosh-Eolas and the hell-world of @Sekharos, where he took his seat upon @The Burning Throne. The energies of that ancient seat wracked his mortal form and expanded his power beyond all previous limits. Here, memory became certainty. He recalled the Aulorean Ascendancy in full—the twelve who bore the status of @Lord of Aulor, who had ruled as god-kings, and their great unfinished project: to transcend mortality entirely and become a new form of existence, a species of divine beings. That dream had died with the last cycle. Now, a second chance lay before him.
His prescience confirmed what he had long suspected. The Endless Unity would fall. That was already fixed. But in the chaos that followed, there would still be actors capable of challenging his vision—powerful psions, potential rivals among the reborn Lords, and an entire organization of trained operatives who would never follow him willingly. The old order had to be reduced to ash. Only then could something greater rise from it.
@Malevanthor Abrenach became elected by the inner commanders' council of FORCE Omega to be its knew commander-general, and would lead the organization in the ensuing decades. Few could possibly conceive that in this time, he would serve as @Arakhor's proxy - assuming command of FORCE Omega while secretly feeding intelligence and shaping deployments to the latter's design. His esoteric studies of forbidden summoning arts were an open secret among the senior command, tolerated because no one wished to confront a commander-general over theoretical transgressions during an existential war. No one knew that the orders he issued originated from a dead man sitting on a throne of fire.
The Purging
The end came at the war's conclusion. Roughly half of FORCE Omega was deployed to @Nyfal—an unprecedented concentration of force for a single planetary operation. @Arakhor's prescience had already shown him what awaited them there. The Chosen, cornered and desperate, unleashed an echo of the Great Silencing that consumed every living soul on the surface. The operatives died alongside their enemies, their spirits torn apart by the cataclysm. Only one survived—an unexpected anomaly whose significance would not become clear for decades.
Roughly half of FORCE Omega deployed to @Nyfal, where @Arakhor's prescience had already shown him the echo of the Great Silencing would consume them all. Concurrently, @Malevanthor Abrenach issued himself false redeployment orders and departed @The Omicron, all too aware of what was about to happen - what was to come on that fateful night.
When @Arakhor stepped from the manifold into the citadel's heart, every shadow bent toward him. The station's reactors stuttered. Psions who had faced legions of the Chosen felt their knees strike the deck before their minds could command otherwise. This was the first true manifestation of a @Lord of Aulor in over a hundred million years.
He spoke with the calm of absolute certainty. Join him, and remake existence. Refuse, and become nothing. He had already seen—years before, in auguries spanning the turning of the age—exactly who would kneel and who would not. The offer was the last courtesy of the man he had once been.
Most refused, still loyal to the ideals of the Endless Unity. What followed was slaughter. They fought as they had been trained to fight, psionic fire scorching the citadel's halls, heavy bolt-fire guided nethereal sorcery. It did not matter. He knew them. He had forged them. Every technique, every reflex, every desperate improvisation—he had seen it years before they conceived it. He moved through them like a blade through a formation whose every position he had designed himself, because he had. The intelligence @Malevanthor Abrenach had fed them, the deployments that always kept them one step ahead—all of it had been the patient architecture of this single hour.
The handful who accepted became the @Ashen Remnant: bound by hatred for what he had done and reverence for what he was becoming, the two welded into a fanaticism that outlasted the civilization that birthed them all. FORCE Omega died because its greatest hero and trusted leader had planned its death for decades.