First, the Baatezu Clan crushed the rival tribes in the taiga around us, and enslaved the remnant.
Then, we put the effete city-dwellers of the equatorial belt to rout, and enslaved the remnant.
Then, we conquered gravity and light itself, and set out hungrily in to space, eager for plunder and spoil.
...and found nothing? No rival warriors to overthrow and ritually sacrifice, no rich settled lands to pillage. No one fled before us to spread our legend, no shiny trinkets were paraded back home to tell of our battle-lore.
Space was mostly cold and empty, the hyperlanes around our world leading only to lonely solar oases filled with nothing but dead rock, with no one even to contest us for it. The riches our thralls pulled from those stones did not sate our hearts because we knew we had not taken them by force.
Eventually we met automated servants of a long-dead empire (what wars we could have fought, what glory we could have won had we got to space in time!), and some grazing star-beasts of titanic size but passive, weak temperment. We exchanged one hard look, and then scattered them in pieces throughout space. It was but a paltry morsel, insufficient to feed our hunger. But it was a start...we knew we were not alone in the galaxy, and dreamed of finding worthy foes at last.
Then, to the galactic east of our domain, our hunter fleet found a mewling, crude race clinging to life on a forsaken but habitable world. Their weapons were primitive in the extreme, like something from the training pits for children. Finally, a new source of slaves! We will claim this system and resume our long-delayed annual thrall hunt, the rite of passage for every young Baatezu warrior looking to make a name for themselves.
Almost at the same moment, we suddenly made contact with a large, formed interstellar empire called "The Church of Chains" to our west! They too understood the lust for raiding and battle, although they were motivated by some odd devotion to an obscure metaphysical cult rather than the pure joy of comradeship and slaughter.
Will they be our sword-brothers helping to unleash the greatest slave hunt the galaxy has ever seen, or our first victim? Best comrades, favourite enemies, or both? None can say. Only this is certain: for too long have our banners gathered dust in the warrior lodge. Now we take them forth in to space, to add still more to the ancient glories we once won.
The galaxy will burn.
(All this is for
@Johan to decide next game, I was just subbing for him while he was away. Focused on building a strong fleet, stable population and good sound economy this game, so you should have some options going forward.)