The adventure of K’tek Cybertronics begins! Resembling a race of spacefaring peacocks, the K’tekari homeworld had been ravaged by centuries of war, eventually resulting in the complete collapse of major nation states after the Thirteenth War of Ruffled Plumage. With society in ruins, it was a near thing that the entire civilization didn’t descend into a dark age.
That fate was averted by the foresight (or blind luck, as subversive elements of K’tek society would tell it) of Chairwoman Bwaakar, having relocated the nest of the nascent Tlokk Cybertronics Company to a largely uninhabited desert island shortly before the war broke out. Her army of primitive robots were not only able to provide necessary foodstuffs and other goods but were also able to operate in war-ravaged (and highly toxic) ruins rebuilding cities, restoring manufacturing facilities, and uncovering a plethora of industrial technologies from former competitors. Tlokk Cybertronics came to be seen as saviors to the survivors of the Thirteenth War and over time the company became the de facto government of all citizens and was rebranded as K’tek Cybertronics.
The K’tek have prospered under the guidance of one skilled Chair(wo)man after another and eventually they set their sights to the stars. Chairman Kaabek – a brilliant engineer in his own right – insisted on commanding the first attempted interstellar voyage of the K’tek people. It has now been 7 years since his last communication and the Board has come to the sad conclusion that he may have been lost and that a new Chairman must be elected to lead the Company.
Through a series of highly unlikely and improbable events brought about by the scheming of the various factions of the Board, Chairwoman Y’Ridaak was elected to lead the company into these uncertain times – an outcome no one expected, nor wanted. Long infamous as the most irresponsible socialite offspring of Executive B’kwal’s third clutch (which really is saying something!), she lacks the knowledge, skills, or temperament for such an important task. Frankly, she has no idea what she’s doing. Profit save us and our beloved Company!
(In game terms, I’ve created an Materialist/Egalitarian/Xenophile avian desert dwelling race with a Megacorp government type. I’ve chosen the Brand Loyalty and Free Traders civics and will be attempting to play peacefully, trying to expand via trade… but I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing, so this should be disastrously fun!)