Lance DeMoi and the Revenge of Noctheim.

Lance ran, like he had never ran before, blood spilling onto the rocks from his many wounds as he flew down the mountain.  A horde of vampires came pouring out of the caves up the mountain; all of them contorted with their hunger for blood.  Harley, one leg broken and covered in blood, limped as best he could after Lance, the horde quickly drawing closer to him.  Lance turned and ran back up the rocky slope to Harley.
"Come on!"  Lance yelled, helping to support Harley as they both stumbled down the mountain.  Suddenly, in a black flash, a very tall, slim, chalk white skinned vampire wearing black armor and an onyx crown appeared in front of them.  He drew a dark iron sword from it's sheath on his black, bejewled belt.  Turning to his bear form, Harley roared and charged forward, teeth bared.  Dracula stood his ground, then, when Harley was close enough, Dracula skewered the werebear and nonchalantly tossed him aside.  Lance choked and fell to his knees; Harley was dead and Lance had only himself to blame.  Dracula and his army of vampires surrounded the lone Lance DeMoi.  Dracula pointed his black sword at Lance's dirty and blood-smeared throat, and chuckled.
"Well look who we have hear: the mighty Lance DeMoi on his knees and at my mercy!"
Dracula smashed Lance in the head with the pommel of his sword.  Blood ran down Lance's neck as he fell on the rocks and dirt; he coughed up blood into the dust.  Something fell of his belt and tinkled against the stones; of course how could he have forgotten!  Snatching the bottle of pure daylight, Lance jumped to his feet, Dracula snarled and lunged with his sword.  Lance threw himself to the side, whipped out his revolver, threw the crystal vial on the ground and shot it.  Pure, raw, daylight exploded over the mountainside.  The nearest vampires were incinerated on the spot, others farther back burst into flame, Dracula shrieked and fell backwards, his sword clattered against the stones.  Lance jammed his eyes shut and ran to the cliff's edge, where he peeked and saw a lake far below, a deep one by the looks of it; and he dove of the mountain into the cold mountain pool below.

The Prometheus

He awoke with a start.  He didn't know where he was, or who he was.  He was in a confined, body chamber with a little window at head level looking out into pitch blackness.  He tore a tube from his mouth; water spilled onto the floor of his pod and an emergency light went on.  There was a pneumatic hiss and the chamber door opened, letting in cool air.  He unstrapped himself and stumbled into the darkness, he looked around, his arm accidentally smacked a switch.  Electric lights, dim at first, came to life, lighting the previously dark passageway.  Stumbling down the dark metal passage, he noticed drawers along the wall.  He wrenched one labeled "Argon, Jason" open and dumped out it's contents onto the metal grating.  There was a black jumpsuit, an under shirt, boots, a handlight, a med-kit, and a taser-like weapon.  Jason put on the  underclothes and jumpsuit over his briefs, strapped the boots on, and put the other items on his belt.  Putting on the the handlight, he walked down the dim, menacing metal passageways; going no where in particular.  Jason wondered where he was; vague memories of a massive vessel swirled in his head, but what kind of vessel?  He was pondering this as he came into an observation deck.  He turned toward the wall-to-ceiling window.
His jaw dropped.
Splayed out before him was a gas nebula, all swirls and stars, blanketing visible space with it's speckled majesty.  The bay window was cool against Jason's skin as he pressed against it; eyes taking in the beautiful scene before him.  He noticed a star, a giant yellow thing, drawing noticibly closer.  Planets swirled around the sun, five or six of them.  He stepped back, memories shifting through his head; there was a soft tink of metal behind him.  Jason turned, hand on taser.  Something was moving in the back shadows of the deck.

The Great Galactic War.

The Republic enjoyed a thousand years of peace after the The Great Hyperlane Invasion by the sinn.  The old sinn emperor, Angard Shadow, died, leaving the throne to Kaga Diin.  Diin was then challenged by the irascible, illegitimate, son of Shadow, Draco Ravorn.  Draco fought and killed Kaga Diin in a duel right outside the latter's own palace, Draco stole the crown and initiated a new regime.  For too long had the Republic been at peace, and for too long had the sinn, the sworn enemies of the Republic, been reclusive and peaceful.  Draco built a massive fleet, bigger than the one used by Marak Shadow in the Great Hyperlane invasion.  Unlike the sinn emperors before him, who attacked lesser Republic worlds to slowly eat away at Republic power, Draco lead his fleet straight from Korduun in a spear-like lightening blitz to Eridu, the grand capital of the Republic.  The attack was both well timed and unexpected; the Republic had just gone through the Fourth Tuet Civil War; and no one had ever dared attack the capital of the Republic before.  Just as the troop transports had landed from the Tuet Cluster, the black, gothic ships of Draco appeared in Eridu's sky.  The great warships bombarded the city with photon missiles and laser cannons.  Draco's flagship, The Red Leviathan, smashed the spire of the Senate Palace onto the buildings below.  Sidon Troopers, Draco's elite soldiers, abducted several groups of senators and held them on their warships to ensure not being shot down.  The sinn blasted all planetary laser cannons, than the Central Eridu Barracks, killing all the clones within and destroying the squadron of ships there.  For three weeks the sinn bombarded the capital of the Republic, Sidon Troopers stormed the Senate and officially declared the end of the Galactic Republic.  The Supreme Consuls, Runan and Canscicio, fled with a battalion of Senate Guard into the lower levels of Eridu.  Draco wished to capture the rogue Consuls, so he announced he would kill a captive senator for every hour the Supreme Consuls stayed in hiding.  The Consuls were at a lose for what to do next.  That is, until Gasha warrior Trajan Larons and his apprentice, Taa Vas, snuck aboard the Red Leviathan and challenged Draco Ravorn to a duel.  Trajan was killed in the duel, but Taa was able to push Draco out of the ship; where he fell and was impaled on the Senate Palace.  Seeing their emperor dead, the sinn fled back to the Sinn Empire, but a Republic fleet from the Rylex Sector followed them to Korduun.  There the Republic fleet destroyed every last ship of the sinn fleet and radiated Korduun with a neutro bomb, making the world an uninhabitable, radiated wasteland for two-thousand years.  The descendants of Draco ruled an increasingly smaller and far weaker Sinn Empire from the planet Akshak.