Old and somehow real

Life between the stars.
What everything eventually becomes
They have no interest in a homeworld
or central star.
They purchase systems and turn them into talcum powder
and then suffocate the star.
To create what they need.
Old beyond belief they are what stellar empires become.
They are the type 4s
The tribal nomads of the abyss
the life between the stars.
40 miliion strong as a tribe they move where no-one goes.
Tribes,clans,families,friends.
diamond triangles some large and some small.
they milk the suns collectively
where they have been red depleted dwarfs remain.
The gypsies of space
They had beautiful and proud hails once
in times more peaceful
They signalled trade and prosperity
Old,rich and seperate.
such civilizations are as they are.
They accept the great confederation as inevitatable.
And we accept their collapse into
ourselves.
We are The Great Society.
We are the life between the stars.
the old ones
we own it
you should act nice.
All your empires are but our children.
Anu himself but a brat.
We are what remains when conquest is exhausted
We are the recycled ashes of all the empires.
We are the great society
we are the first ones.
and we remain.
everywhere.