"Where every credit flows, the galaxy follows."
Galidraan stands as the shining heart of the known galaxy — a world where commerce, diplomacy, and ambition converge beneath an endless skyline of glass and gold. It is the homeworld of the Intergalactic Merchants Guild (I.M.G.), and by extension, the economic center of galactic civilization itself.
Unlike worlds of conquest or faith, Galidraan’s power is built not on armies or ideology, but on profit — the one force every species, faction, and empire bows to. Billions of beings from every corner of the galaxy live and work here, trading, scheming, and thriving beneath the glow of its endless lights.
The surface of Galidraan is an ecumenopolis, an unbroken sprawl of towering skyscrapers, suspended highways, and floating markets that stretch from horizon to horizon. The skies are filled with gravitic lanes, where sleek gravcars and cargo haulers flow like rivers of light, weaving between floating towers of chrome and neon.
Every layer of the planet represents a stratum of its economy — the higher you rise, the richer and more powerful you are. The upper spires glisten with luxury penthouses and corporate palaces, while the lower strata descend into dim labyrinths of industry, neon bazaars, and black-market enclaves.
Beneath even that lies the Undertrade, a world unto itself — where the laws of the I.M.G. bend in the shadow of profit.
Though Galidraan maintains strict neutrality, its protection is unparalleled. A massive Psi-energy shield envelops the entire planet — invisible to the eye, yet pulsing through the atmosphere with faint psionic resonance.
This planetary barrier is maintained by a legion of Iltaran-trained Psi-casters, each paid sums beyond imagination for their service. Their synchronized effort forms an unbreakable web of magical energy that prevents any military incursion, bombardment, or unauthorized entry.
The mere act of targeting Galidraan with a weapon is considered an act of economic suicide; the Guild’s embargoes and sanctions that follow would ruin entire civilizations.
Life on Galidraan is fast, dazzling, and ruthlessly efficient. Citizens measure worth not by birth or bloodline, but by credits and contracts. Wealth determines one’s altitude — both literally and socially.
The I.M.G. enforces a delicate balance between opulence and order: the elite dwell in serene luxury among sky gardens and crystalline towers, while the middle and lower castes fuel the endless engines of trade in the sprawling depths below.
Despite its corporate order, the planet’s cultural diversity is staggering. Every species, faith, and tradition finds representation here — provided they can afford it. Music, cuisine, and architecture mix freely, creating a cityscape as varied as the galaxy itself.
The planet is governed directly by the Baron of the I.M.G., currently Baron Tilmond Starmancer, through the Intergalactic Merchant’s Guild Capital HQ and its vast bureaucratic machine. Each sector of the planet is managed by a Branch Council, ensuring efficient taxation, infrastructure, and law enforcement.
Private security firms and Guild mercenaries enforce peace — not through law, but through contractual obligation. Crime, where it exists, is merely another market — one that pays taxes like any other.
A colossal urban complex stretching across multiple districts and levels, this is the administrative heart of the I.M.G. and the most secure structure in the galaxy.
It houses:
The Vaulted Chambers of the High Council
Financial Datacenters linked to the Guild’s galactic trade network
Private market floors for elite member negotiations
Banks and investment towers that collectively control trillions of credits
The HQ is heavily guarded by elite Guild Mercenaries, clad in golden armor and wielding state-of-the-art weapons. Unauthorized access is impossible — even the Shadow Collective respects its borders.
A majestic structure of crystalline white stone and floating spires, the Iltaran Temple serves as the spiritual and regulatory center for Psionica on Galidraan.
Here, clergy and Psi-regulators oversee all legal uses of magic and psionic energy within the I.M.G.’s jurisdiction.
It functions as:
A university of Psi-craft
A bureau of magical law enforcement
A sanctum of Iltara, Archoness of Magic and Balance
Within its luminous halls, magical disputes are judged with calm precision — and its agents ensure that even the wealthiest merchant fears violating arcane law.
Rising higher than any other structure on Galidraan, the Baron’s Spire is both palace and fortress, its mirrored surface gleaming white and gold.
Within its upper levels reside:
The Baron’s private council chamber
The Vault of Ledgers, an AI-driven archive of every transaction in Guild history
The Echelon Lounge, an exclusive negotiation hall where the galaxy’s richest and most dangerous figures barter face-to-face
From his spire, Baron Tilmond Starmancer oversees the galaxy’s commerce with serene omnipotence, his decisions capable of toppling governments or minting new dynasties overnight.
A planetary-scale market district spanning several continents, the Grand Exchange is the largest continuous trading floor in existence.
Entire city sectors are devoted to:
Luxury goods
Starships
Weapons
Psionic artifacts
Biological specimens
And even less tangible commodities like data, influence, and secrets
The Exchange operates twenty-four cycles a day, illuminated by neon banners and the chatter of trillions of credits changing hands. It is said that if something exists, it can be bought on Galidraan — if one knows where to look, and what price to pay.
A monumental fortress of platinum and black glass, the Central Guild Bank is a city unto itself. It is said to hold half the galaxy’s wealth, and the remainder likely passes through its systems daily.
The Bank:
Issues and regulates Credits, the universal currency
Oversees the Interstellar Credit Network
Maintains an army of financial AIs ensuring absolute security
Its interior vaults are guarded by Psi-sealed doors, autonomous defense drones, and mercenary guards drawn from elite private armies. Few mortals have ever seen its deepest vaults — and fewer still have left them.
A shining diplomatic complex of white marble and crystal domes, the Concord Pavilion serves as the neutral meeting ground for all galactic powers.
Here, inter-faction treaties, trade pacts, and ceasefires are negotiated under Guild arbitration. Every major faction’s flag flies here, and every meeting is meticulously recorded in the Galidraan Archives.
The Pavilion’s halls are patrolled by the Guild Honor Guard, warriors of impeccable loyalty who answer only to the Baron himself.
Beneath Galidraan’s luminous surface sprawls the Undertrade, a vast subterranean realm where the shadow economy thrives.
Smugglers, black-market brokers, bounty hunters, and even Shadow Collective agents maintain a quiet but lucrative presence here. Forbidden tech, stolen data, psionic contraband — everything is available, so long as the Guild receives its cut.
Ironically, the Undertrade is as regulated as the surface — unofficially sanctioned, taxed, and policed to maintain order in chaos.
For many, the Undertrade is not crime — it’s simply another market.
Galidraan is both the galaxy’s mirror and its stage — a reflection of its greed, ambition, and splendor. Its citizens live by the mantra:
“Everything has a price — even ideals.”