Infinite Empire · Recovered Records
The ImperialArchive
Somewhere under the dust of a dead empire, its records are still waking up. Fly the galaxy, follow the glow of the dig sites, and read what the First Empire left behind.
Drag to pan · Right-drag to tilt · Click the map or hold Ctrl/⌘ to zoom with the wheel · Select a glowing dig site to open its record
Workshop sightings
Scroll to the stacks
Scanning the Workshop…
The Stacks
Five wings of the Archive
Everything on the map is also on the shelves. Walk in by section, or let the galaxy lead you.
I
Lore of the known galaxy
Codex
What the archivists know, and what they are willing to write down: the powers, their weapons, the things that live between the stars, and the waking of the fortress where every Lord Captain begins.
20 records
II
Hulls, schematics and armaments
Fleet Registry
Every hull the Archive has catalogued, drawn from recovered schematics, with the modules that arm them. Figures are as the shipwrights filed them.
194 records
III
Sectors, lanes and survey notes
Galactic Atlas
The charted sectors of the galaxy and the lanes between them, with what the survey crews wrote in the margins. Some of them came back.
150 records
IV
Captains of the great powers
Personnel
Dossiers on the captains you will meet across the lanes: allies, rivals, and the nemeses who already know your name. Files still being written are kept under seal.
113 records
V
Intelligence updates and chronicles
Field Reports
Dispatches from the front. Intelligence updates record what changed between editions of the Archive; chronicles record entire wars, turn by turn.
1 record
The Great Powers
Every trope, one galaxy
Railguns beside necromantic hull plating, steam-driven tesla coils beside living spore launchers. Each power keeps its own records, in its own hand.
Player Empire
The lamps were left burning. Someone will come.
Bio Collective
We are grown, not built.
Industrial Combine
Quota before glory. Glory before rest.
Galactic Blades
Paid in full, or paid in kind.
Necro Dominion
Nothing that serves is ever lost.
Steam Confederacy
Pressure is merely enthusiasm, contained.