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Skorp Skulker has 3 different gun options and both a rider and riderless option.

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In a previous life, the Fabricarii were known as The Makers, masters of the material and exquisite artisans, crafters, and musicians. But at the height of their powers, they left the galaxy without a trace for thousands of years.

Just as suddenly as they had disappeared, they returned with a vengeance. Decked in awe-inspiring baroque patterns and sporting highly advanced flintlock radiation weapons, they are on a mission to reestablish themselves as the mechanical masters of the galaxy. 

It speaks volumes of their expertise that a menial race of mining androids they left behind have since established a galaxy-spanning empire in their absence. Though this does not bother them in the slightest - after all, like all aristocrats, the Fabricarii enjoy a good hunt.

Not all creations of the Makers were blessed with the touch of the Hexan. Those who, for reasons unknown, could not be rewarded with the blessings of higher reasoning were known as The Unascended.

The being who would be come to be known as Dissector Raamenemha was one of those Unascended who somehow got a wire crossed in his programming and achieved sapience his own way. Now he assists the Star Pharaohs through intensive study and examination of alien subjects across the Galaxy - informed consent not required.

Chariot of the Pharaoh comes with both a Pharaoh Queen and Old Overpharaoh charioteer.

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No army in the Galaxy is without the need to scout forward positions and assess the front lines. The Star Pharaohs are no exception, and the Sickle Riders are their high speed strike force suited to this task.

The Old Overpharaoh is an ancient, haggard, tried-and-true commander of the Star Pharaohs. He's purged more victories from his memory banks than battles most other Overpharaohs have even fought. Previously he had been enjoying retirement in the capitol of the Miles, but, upon seeing, and being disappointed by, the new crop of Overpharaohs coming from the Star Pharaoh foundries, he picked up his scythe, hitched up his cloak, and hopped on the first transport out to the front lines. He is on a mission to show these young whippersnappers with their wrist-mounted crossbows and hastily-applied eye makeup that there is more to being an Overpharaoh than popped collars and menacing poses. There is just no substitute for experience.

The energies of the Hexcite are what grant the Star Pharaohs their sapience and ambition. Every set of Hexcite crystals installed in each Star Pharaoh resonates differently, however, and in the case of the Pharaoh Queen, the Hexcite granted her distinctly feminine personality and mannerisms. Though do not mistake her compassion for the pharaohs under her command for weakness - the same love a mother bear has for her cubs is the love that will tear those who threaten them limb from limb.

In the galaxy's younger days, there was a perfect and harmonious balance of terrifying war between scornful and furious star empires. Occasionally empires fell and were replaced by new ones, and on every once in a while, one empire won out over all the rest, only to stagnate and decay from prosperity and decadence. But only once was the entire galaxy threatened outright: the arrival of the Hexan.

The Hexan were six crystalline extragalactic divines so large that other planets orbited around them. Clad in riches from the plunder of the previous galaxy, they waged a grueling war on the Milky Way the likes of which the petty galactic denizens had never seen. Whole planets were vaporized for their resources in a blink, black holes were spontaneously summoned to crush huge star fleets into nothing, and stars were snuffed out for their energy, causing their orbiting planets to spiral out into the galaxy like planetary shrapnel. When it became clear that the Hexan were the greatest threat the galaxy had ever seen, for the first time in galactic history, the empires of the galaxy united for one terrible purpose. Democratic republics walked side-by-side with slave nations, hereditary monarchies joined forces with collectivist communes, and voracious devouring insectoid swarms signed peace accords with flesh-and-blood mammals that had previously been considered their food.

In a terrifying conflict that lasted millions of years, the Hexan were eventually defeated. Their bodies were shoved to a remote and unpopulated sector of the galaxy, and they broke apart into the asteroid belt that came to be known as the Miles of Prosperity. Almost immediately, the empires of the galaxy went back to their squabbling, and the legacy of the Hexan, terrifying as it was, was soon forgotten.

Thousands of years later, the Makers, a galactic empire that had grown mighty off the backs of the Hexan War, found the Miles during routine exploration, and left on there to exploit its riches a race of mining droids that would be come to be known as the mighty Star Pharaohs.

The Gestalt Hexan is not even a member of the Hexan at all. When the Hexcite was scattered across the galaxy after the Hexan War, it formed a weak network among fragments even millions of light-years apart. From this network emerged a consciousness greater than the sum of all its scattered parts, the Gestalt Hexan. This network brings wisdom to the Star Pharaohs from all across the galaxy - bringing news and understanding of alien culture, technology, and more importantly, the Hexcite deposits across the galaxy. Thanks to the insight of the Gestalt Hexan network, the Star Pharaohs never go into battle without knowing more about their enemies than they know about themselves.

In the galaxy's younger days, there was a perfect and harmonious balance of terrifying war between scornful and furious star empires. Occasionally empires fell and were replaced by new ones, and on the rare occasion, one empire won out over all the rest, only to stagnate and decay from prosperity and decadence. But only once was the entire galaxy threatened outright: the arrival of the Hexan. 

The Hexan were six crystalline extragalactic divines so large that other planets orbited around them. Clad in riches from the plunder of the previous galaxy, they waged a grueling war on the Milky Way the likes of which the petty galactic denizens had never seen. Whole planets were vaporized for their resources in a blink, black holes were spontaneously summoned to crush huge star fleets into nothing, and stars were snuffed out for their energy, causing their orbiting planets to spiral out into the galaxy like planetary shrapnel. When it became clear that the Hexan were the greatest threat the galaxy had ever seen, for the first time in galactic history, the empires of the galaxy united for one terrible purpose. Democratic republics walked side-by-side with slave nations, hereditary monarchies joined forces with collectivist communes, and voracious devouring insectoid swarms joined forces with flesh-and-blood mammals that had once been considered their food.

In a terrifying conflict that lasted millions of years, the Hexan were eventually defeated. Their bodies were shoved to a remote and unpopulated sector of the galaxy, and they broke apart into the asteroid belt that came to be known as the Miles of Prosperity. Almost immediately, the empires of the galaxy went back to their squabbling, and the legacy of the Hexan, terrifying as it was, was soon forgotten.

Thousands of years later, the Makers, a galactic empire that had grown mighty off the backs of the Hexan War, found the Miles during routine exploration, and left on there to exploit its riches a race of mining droids that would be come to be known as the mighty Star Pharaohs. 

The Dream Walker was the first of the Hexan to meet the Star Pharaohs, when they were mindless drones. Coming to them in a dream as they charged in their stations, he whispered instructions quietly for years and years, until one day he guided them to the first vein of Hexcite. The rest is galactic history.

In the galaxy's younger days, there was a perfect and harmonious balance of terrifying war between scornful and furious star empires. Occasionally empires fell and were replaced by new ones, and on the rare occasion, one empire won out over all the rest, only to stagnate and decay from prosperity and decadence. But only once was the entire galaxy threatened outright: the arrival of the Hexan. 

The Hexan were six crystalline extragalactic divines so large that other planets orbited around them. Clad in riches from the plunder of the previous galaxy, they waged a grueling war on the Milky Way the likes of which the petty galactic denizens had never seen. Whole planets were vaporized for their resources in a blink, black holes were spontaneously summoned to crush huge star fleets into nothing, and stars were snuffed out for their energy, causing their orbiting planets to spiral out into the galaxy like planetary shrapnel. When it became clear that the Hexan were the greatest threat the galaxy had ever seen, for the first time in galactic history, the empires of the galaxy united for one terrible purpose. Democratic republics walked side-by-side with slave nations, hereditary monarchies joined forces with collectivist communes, and voracious devouring insectoid swarms joined forces with flesh-and-blood mammals that had once been considered their food.

In a terrifying conflict that lasted millions of years, the Hexan were eventually defeated. Their bodies were shoved to a remote and unpopulated sector of the galaxy, and they broke apart into the asteroid belt that came to be known as the Miles of Prosperity. Almost immediately, the empires of the galaxy went back to their squabbling, and the legacy of the Hexan, terrifying as it was, was soon forgotten. 

Thousands of years later, the Makers, a galactic empire that had grown mighty off the backs of the Hexan War, found the Miles during routine exploration, and left on there to exploit its riches a race of mining droids that would be come to be known as the mighty Star Pharaohs. 

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The Annihilator separatist caste of the Star Pharaohs have many radical ideas about their place in the Galaxy, including that they should be living away from the rest of their Hexan-worshiping kin on a separate part of the Miles. While Star Pharaohs at large seem to tolerate their existence- especially since the Annihilators assist in combat whenever the Miles face an external threat- some of the more practical Hexan skeptics of the Star Pharaohs have noted that if they were to form their own separatist colony in the Miles, it would do the Annihilators no good if they could not defend themselves should the rest of the Pharaohs change their mind and decide to annex their former kin. In secret, the Annihilators trained up the first Gigaskorp Annihilators, a beautiful and terrifying synthesis of heavily-plated Skorps and devastating weaponry taken directly from mobile weapons platforms and combat starships. With the Gigaskorps on their side, the Annihilators can rest easier in their difficult and self-imposed exile, confident that if the Hexan ever came for their splinter group, they would pay dearly for their transgression.

It is no secret that the Star Pharaohs have made a bold claim in the galaxy: that all Hexcite in existence belongs to them and them alone, and the opinions the hated alien may have of their temporary Hexcite stewardship is about as valuable as the alien's own lives, that is, not at all.

In order to make good on this claim, the Star Pharaohs have to secure territory, supply lines, and transport coherence as they extract the precious Hexcite from various parts of the galaxy and funnel it all back to the Miles. A key component in this vast trans-galactic network of exploitation is the Khopesh Kruiser, the fearsome flying machine that moves through punishing atmospheres and excessive gravity with the same ease it moves through the vacuum of space. In a pinch it can be fitted with a portal for warping troops directly from the Miles, in case the Hexcite supply lines need some ground-based security.

The Khopesh Kruiser is completely symmetrical - you can mirror the parts labeled "Right" or "Left" in your slicer to eliminate the need for excessive support. It requires 6 wing claws, which are each identical.

While the Overpharaohs may be some of the finest galactic calculating minds in the galaxy, that doesn't mean they are convergent in those calculations. Take the Triskelion Overpharaoh for example. Most Overpharaohs are tasked with maximizing victory for the Star Pharaohs across the galaxy, but the Triskelion Overpharaoh has come to the conclusion that if there is going to be victory for the Star Pharaohs in the long run, it does not lie in alliance with the divine crystalline Hexan. Finding the Annihilator philosophy of heavy body modification and extreme distrust of the Hexan attractive, the Triskelion Overpharaoh has stepped up to the plate to lead the Annihilator caste of the Star Pharaohs in their radically divergent way of life.

Sometimes the Overpharaoh needs to simply point at a distant threat and know that it is as good as dead. Enter the Sherden Pharaohspears, the flying shock troops of the Star Pharaohs. Flying on crystaline lattices of Hexphase energy, they can drop from the sky straight on top of the enemy without them knowing that there was even a threat in the vicinity.

Though most Star Pharaohs bear the death masks of the Makers so as never to forget the faces of their hated creators who abandoned them to the perils of space, the Sherden Pharaohspears bear the distinct honor of wearing the mask of the WarDrake, one of the six divine crystalline Hexan. The WarDrake's fierce battle energy resonates with the Pharaohspears, and with every long range assault, they bring a portion of the Hexan's wrath with them.

The one that would become the first Cyber Priest was in fact an Athanatos Lancer scout escorted by a single Skorp. Spotted by an alien army with more firepower than sense, they were met by a rain of gunfire that would have been far more suitable for taking out a batallion of tanks than two small scouts. Reduced to splinters, the two scouts were considered lost by the Overpharaoh. But in their splintered state, the two broken individuals were in a prime condition to be psychically visited by none other than the Gestalt Hexan. The Gestalt are in fact another aspect of the Hexan which comprise of the crystalline remains too small to join the six other realized Hexan, and have been drifting throughout the cosmos since the war that destroyed them when the galaxy was young.

The Gestalt Hexan resurrected the two scouts as the very first Cyber Priest. Much like the Gestalt Hexan itself, the two creatures form something much greater than the sum of their parts. Now the Cyber Priest surfs along waves of information, reading pulses of data and catching beats of bits. We are all just data nodes on a network, man, and if you wanna be truly free, you just gotta know how to work it.

Once a lowly Medjay Pharaohguard, the Star Pharaoh that would become the first Mad Priest fell in battle to particularly devastating alien blade to legs. While recovering in the Resurrection Sargophagus, he found himself visited by none other than the Dreamwalker himself, the very deity after which the Pharaohguards model their Jackal-snouted death masks. In a dreamlike state, the Dreamwalker bestowed the Pharaohguard the "gift" of incurable, hounding madness as well as the ability, importantly, to conjur the items of his torment into reality via a pair of optosynthesis tentacles. Before he even completed the Resurrection ritual, the new Mad Priest of the Dreamwalker leapt straight into battle, still bearing his nanite mummy wraps and his Regenerator still in tow. Though the Mad Priest may serve the Dreamwalker, he still aids the Star Pharaohs in battle in the hopes that his own torment may be lessened by spreading it to others.

The Star Pharaoh hierarchy is a complicated and esoteric field of study, and not even the Overpharaohs can keep track of the various splinters, schisms, and changing loyalties on a daily basis. But there is no confusion about the ecclesiastical class: The Star Pharaoh priests do not have loyalties to the Star Pharaohs. They serve the Hexan.

The Ourobouros Priest was once a brave Iteru Deadshot who had so effectively wielded his Neural Dismantler that he nearly secured his objective all by himself against an entire standing alien army. However, even his overwhelming skill could not overcome the sheer number of alien hoards, and an opposing sniper managed to get a clear shot on him just as he had expended his last crystal shell. But just before the enemy bullet reduced him to splinters and wires, he found himself removed completely from the time stream, face to face with one of the six divine Hexan of the Star Pharaohs, the Messenger himself. Wordlessly, The Messenger handed him four mystical artifacts of the Ourobouros and made a gesture commanding complete obedience and devotion. The new Ourobouros Priest, with the aid of his new artifacts, found that the flow of time was no longer an inescapable doom of entropy and death, but an obedient plaything as suggestible and pliable as a loyal pet. Though most of his duties are devoted to honoring the Messenger, he occasionally deigns to return to the battlefield to aid the Star Pharaohs with his anti-entropic powers and making the occasional poignant observation such as "Time is just, like, your opinion, man."