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Welcome To Machiavellic

They call it Machiavellic. A steel cathedral drifting at the edge of the void, its spine lined with 2,560 cryogenic cabins. Within each lies an Officer — sedated, yet cursed to remain awake — trapped in the half-light between dream and delirium, chained to the whispering will of their Overlord.

Beyond the black glass hangs Ozzar, a living jewel wrapped in storms and secrets. Its people guard powers that could warp the laws of space and time. The invasion will come — but not yet. First, the Officers must be broken and remade. Your task as an Overlord is simple to name but cruel to perform: train them, torment them, forge them into perfect weapons… and unleash them when the command is given.

The State of the World

Once, the United World Government ruled unchallenged, its banner of “unity” masking a quiet tyranny. But greed fractures even the strongest chain. Now it exists as a brittle coalition of ten ruling factions — each one dangerous, each one hungry.

The Pure Patriots sit at its head, heirs to centuries of control and masters of propaganda. Around them gather warlords, zealots, machine-kings, and pleasure cults, bound not by loyalty but by the thin thread of mutual need. Together, they built Machiavellic — not as a monument, but as a weapon aimed at Ozzar.

The Ten Factions

The United World Government is not a throne — it is a hostage, bound by the shifting demands of ten rival factions. Each commands part of Machiavellic’s lifeblood, each pushes its own agenda, and none can be trusted. Alliances here are scaffolds of lies. Betrayal is the truest coin.

hardliners
Raised in the concrete womb of prison, ZEK101 seeks nothing but blood. Ozzar is his promised land: an endless hunt, a final slaughter, and a graveyard to call his own.
mecha world
Sentient machines forged in humanity’s ashes. Under Archon Cogheart, they march toward Ozzar to secure alien technology that will free them from all organic memory.
Humanity+
Tom Chrome turned his frailty into steel and formed a legion of cybernetic zealots. Ozzar’s resources could make them immortal gods—and turn the unaugmented into spare parts.
Fanatical Guardians Of The Old World. They See Human Progress As A Disease And Will Burn Civilizations To Protect The Wild.
WOS
Karma Solana promises to lead her followers to a godlike future. She claims the final key lies on Ozzar, and her crusade will burn whole civilizations to get it.
naturalists
Kara Volcanos, perfection rejected, became the jungle’s queen. She seeks Ozzar’s life-creating rites to spread her green dominion across the stars, fertilized by the bodies of her foes.
pushers & movers
Merciless profiteers under Cash Sin Fong, who bankrupts planets for sport. Ozzar is the ultimate asset—ripe to be bought, stripped, and sold at any cost.
dataism
Barry Binary is the messiah of Mainnet, a god-algorithm that devours worlds. Ozzar’s runes could feed Mainnet forever, creating a digital paradise for believers and erasing the rest.
euphoreans
A cult of pleasure-seekers led by Mama al Baba, whose life is an endless quest for ecstasy. Ozzar’s alien rites and intoxicants promise sensations that will drown them in bliss or kill them trying.
pure patriots
Once rulers of Earth and its colonies, the Pure Patriots thrive on absolute control, relentless propaganda, and oceans of obedient citizens. Gladys Winchester aims to restore their empire by seizing Ozzar’s secrets.
outlaw troopers
Former enforcers turned smugglers, pirates, and saboteurs. Silas Blackthorn leads them through shadow and smoke, seeking Ozzar as both a weapon and a chance to rewrite the universe’s rules.

YOUR MISSION

Raise your crew. Tear out their weaknesses and replace them with steel and cunning. Arm them with precision, send them into the Halls, and let them bleed for your ambition. Race, raid convoys, and ruin your foes. Leave scars in the corridors of Machiavellic so deep they’ll be spoken of when Ozzar itself is ash.

ENLIST OFFICERS

Machiavellic NFT Tracker

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Claim your Officer and awaken their cabin in the Cryogenic Halls. Each Officer has a cabin and a starter weapon ready to deploy.

arm for war

Equip with devastating drones, legendary weapons, and modular upgrades. Your gear defines your fate in the convoys and PvP madness.

Unleash True Power

Prepare for battle with brutal precision. Whether you seek raw and brutal damage or tactical dominance — we have what you need.

The cabins are never empty for long. Claim one. Take the Officer inside as your own. Bind them to your will, etch your commands into their mind, and march them into the heart of the station’s brutal game. The path to Ozzar begins with a single commission — and ends with your name carved into the bones of the galaxy.

WARNING

In the Cryogenic Halls, the suffering of Officers is distilled into MACH — an elixir of dark might, traded and hoarded like gold, consumed like a drug. It fuels weapons, builds empires, and corrupts everything it touches.
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