The galaxy is full of races. There are plenty of wars, too.

Planets explode every day, and fleets clash constantly.

Monsters so big and strong they'd drive a human mad just by looking at them roam every corner of space.

Every race has its own tech and massive space fleets, and their technologies differ completely from principles to common sense. Still, they all have enough tech to travel between planets.

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Eldra

Arrogant long-eared bastards.

They used to be the strongest in the galaxy.

But they lived too peacefully and fell into luxury and hedonism, eventually creating Deltic, the Warp god of pleasure, out of their own desires.

Now they're just a race clinging to their old glory.

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Necrecia

Metal monsters that once ruled the physical universe.

They woke up after sleeping for millions of years.

They're crazy enough to conquer entire planets, wipe out all life, and even have tech that lets them go back in time up to a month.

At least they're very tight-knit among themselves.

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Tyrabitan

Monsters of endless hunger from another galaxy.

Diplomacy?

No such thing.

They eat, evolve, and eat again.

They create whatever they need, from tiny bugs to moon-sized behemoths.

They eat every bit of organic matter they see.

Orks:

We're the best. War is play. Slaughter is a festival. Explosions are music. The louder the gunfire, the more exciting it is. The more blood splatters, the more fun it is. The bigger the war, the harder we laugh.

What if there's no one to fight? We bash the Ork next to us. He likes it too.

That's an Ork.

Orks are everywhere in the galaxy. They're in the galactic rim, They're right next to Necrecia fortresses, And they're already at the place where a war will break out tomorrow.

Hierarchy?

Simple. If you're exceptionally WAAAGH!!, you're a Nob. If you're the most WAAAGH!!, you're a Warboss. If you're even more WAAAGH!!, you're a Warlord.

If you're weak, you get hit. If you're strong, they follow.

Done.

Weapons? You hammer together scrap metal you found on the battlefield. Other races ask, "How does this even move?" But we know.

If it's WAAAGH!!, it works.

Conclusion is, There is no hope in this galaxy.

No peace. No justice. Only endless war, slaughter, monsters, and madness. And... It's damn fun. The bigger the enemy, the better. The bigger the explosion, the better. The bigger the war, the louder we laugh.

If there's still someone left to fight, the war isn't over!

WAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!