In space, trust is a rare commodity—and the Cats of THE EMPIRE have done nothing to earn it.

Let’s be clear: we’re not talking about domestic fluffballs. These are the so-called rulers of the galaxy, a race of genetically uplifted felines who branded themselves “THE EMPIRE” (because subtlety is for species with self-awareness) are full sized descendants of apex predators.

They waited. They watched. And just when humanity started to figure things out, set in motion plans to take over everybody with hardly a shot fired..

Their diplomats speak in half-truths. Their military is led by a general who’s smarter than most of her government. Their leader? Mostly stoned and never seen without an entourage.

They make “offers.” They set “conditions.” They engineer misunderstandings, then act offended when things blow up—preferably in someone else’s face.

And through it all, they purr.

The other species might be chaotic. But at least you know where you stand with them. The Cats? You’re already on their board, you just don’t know what piece you’re playing. But that's okay, because one of them is probably about to push all the pieces off because they like the noise they make.