Many philosophers across systems and races agree that there is a force of balance in the universe. Some races have been trusted to keep that balance. The Abanshi were such a race. Having evolved to sustain their own lives by merely being in proximity to one another, they evolved into a perfect civilization with no crime or vio- lence, and were elevated to guardians of balance by forces beyond normal comprehension. They thrived, and with the Cho'do'kai, they kept order among the races in this corner of the known universe.

The Abanshi were advanced far beyond any race scientifically and spiritually. The Abanshi could commune with all forms of intelligence, even inanimate objects. Their technology was literally the stuff of dreams, as entire cities were born from the slumber of the Masters. The world of Axiqiaxu changed every night, as did the technology of its people. The Abanshi kept peace, philosophizing with the living Traless, watching the Miliari clone, or smiling as the Gik Tuned away the centuries. It was good, and the Abanshi flourished for millennia.
Peace ruled, and it was for this reason that the Abanshi welcomed a new guest into its home.

One Ji arrived 8 centuries ago on the world of Axiqiaxu, found upon an asteroid by the Masters of the Dream and brought home to celebrate a new era of friendship. She was spoken to, communed with, and enjoyed the hospitality of new neighbors. She shared the story of a timeless journey from light years away, chased from her home and children, all of whom had lived and died before her very eyes. The Abanshi were moved, and allowed her to stay. This single act of kindness damned Axiqiaxu, and possibly the rest of the universe along with it.

The Mother began making babies. As the number of these babies grew, they nursed from the Mother. When their numbers quickly became stifling, the Abanshi asked the Mother if she wished for them to find or make her a new home. Her answer came swiftly, as the Mother and her children laid waste to everything, and no manner of fighting could change what resulted. What was left of Axiqiaxu could support nothing, and it became the new home for the Ji. This was where they infiltrated our quiet corner of the universe. This one Mother begat billions, and from these beginnings in this once beautiful place, they are now sweeping outward, eradicating life across our galaxy.

The Abanshi were entrusted with guarding our lives, and for their kindness they failed. Now scattered to the corners of the cosmos, they are attempting to rebuild in silence. They claim that the Ji will come for them if they convene together in too large of a number, and demand that broods are not spreading randomly as others would insist. No convocations of Abanshi will meet outside of Night’s Communion, so no new Dreaming has happened in almost a millenia.

Now, far less kind and generous, the children of Axiqiaxu are out for payback. Anyone who will give them weapons or vehicles (willingly or unwillingly) will find a companion in the war. This companionship comes with a terrible price, as the Abanshi have evolved to trust a system no longer in place. They are not near each other enough to sustain themselves now, so they must take from others to remain coherent and lucid. Despite their pleasant company and cheerful demeanors, it is sanity they drain, as they must do so to prevent their own descent into madness. Many times the Abanshi remain hidden, taking only what they need to survive aboard vessels crewed by passengers ignorant of their existence. Sometimes they take what they need for revenge... By any means necessary.

The Abanshi are a living remnant of a lost civilization. They traverse the universe, seeking enemies who cannot be found. It is unknown if they will ever truly return to the forefront of civilization, but the Abanshi keep play-ing with their cards to their chests.