Aeons before the advent of time stood still in a far reaching corner of the galaxy the towering monolith of a doomed civilization. It was the pride of the Katari race, who had sacrificed all to see the consummation of their fate.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, for what the Katari invested in their symbol of power demanded more than anything. Resources were depleted, the economy crashed, and the people starved and died by the millions in the cold screams of space.
All the while the tower grew in its magnificence, fueled by the earth, flesh, and blood of its own people and planet.
Years, decades, and centuries waned, and leeching off the life of its own civilization the tower reached further and deeper into the desolate void.
Alas, in the Glorious Year, the awe-inspiring structure was complete. The Katari race had lost ninety-five percent of its population to the construction of the ultimate emblem of their empire, and now it was time to launch a new era and a new beginning for their civilization.
Amidst the cruel backdrop of illimitable space, the Katari battle station loomed deadly in its formidable grandeur. It was time to move on, and the past must be forgotten. Following a brisk chain of command, the battle station gracefully tilted the apex of its massive tower to point directly at the Katari’s barren home planet.
And in a swift motion, an energy beam of unmatched power and intensity launched out of the shining pinnacle of the battle station and disintegrated its target. The bridge to the past has been destroyed, and losses will be mourned and forgotten. With hope, pride, and vengeance, the last of the Katari set forth to conquer the unknown.
What may have been the most triumphant times of the Katari race were left unrecorded. But now, after the advent of yet another aeon, the Katari relic was discovered derelict in a dark corner of the universe. The dreadful tower decayed in negligence and a segment of the ring had been torn off some time ago.
No one knows the demise of the Katari race, but scholars have pointed out the four curious faces embedded into each side of the tower, whose symbolism, from studying the records buried deep inside the relic, represents Kidare – the fabled noble worker who sacrificed himself to duty, Katura – the God of might and power, Ankua – the pride of the Katari race, and last and certainly most interesting, Kthixos – the Equilibrator of Destiny.
The backstory is good, but the MOC in itself is even better. It really looks like a derelict space station... and proves that greebles can indeed make a box, and certainly this brilliant MOC, like a spaceship if properly executed, which this is. I'm drooling right now.