It is believed by many that the Vandyrian core-worlds are not abandoned—they are emptied. Not lost to entropy, but purged. Archives erased. Biomes sterilized. Star-factories dismantled. Entire system-clusters missing as if carved from the map. Something eliminated the heart of the empire with surgical precision, leaving only peripheral remnants—Thanator, Kydahn, Vandyrus—to carry fragments of memory, instinct, and ruin.
Vandyrian is not an identity—it is a scar. A wound left by a vanished colossus. A function without a master. A task abandoned in mid-execution. To call oneself Vandyrian today is to wear a crown whose weight was forged for giants. It is to echo a purpose that no longer exists. It is to claim inheritance of a role—the Vanguard—that may have been meant not for survival, nor dominance, but for preparation.
