Worldbuilding written by the help of Alfi Rizky R! Thank you very much!

Magigonia used to be a planet of magic.

It was no exaggeration. The planet boasted the greatest population of psychokinetics and scientists exploring psychokinesis, making the planet something of a far-niche myth among other habitable planets in the galaxy. Its population was the first in its system to take to the skies, and was the first to establish interstellar relationships.

However, opening up trade routes with this near-mythical planet had probably been not the wisest move for the Magigonians. Its largely female population was renowned for their physical beauty, turning the heads of even the followers of Idrilla, and before the Aeon turned THEIR gaze on them, those of less savory character were already on the move. In quick successions, greater Magigonian ambassadors were kidnapped, assassinated, or otherwise harmed in an attempt by certain elements in power to curb their unmistakable influence.

Magigonians attempted to reduce the impact this did to their trade as best they could, but the only solution they could come up with went only as far as isolating their planet. As they did, their debts racked up, and the IPC finally flagged them for a planet in danger of bankruptcy.

The IPC representative who went to tell the Magigonian royal family their options for debt clearance was not the friendliest, but they were certainly equipped with the right armaments. Magigonian psychokinesis did little against Stellaron, after all, because they've never encountered the element before. It was a stroke of luck that the representative arrived carrying Stellaron samples for the IPC, making them immune to Magigonian magicks; by the end of the recursion, the Magigonian royal family had bowed to the Company.

Life for Magigonians was nothing short of hellish monotony ever since then. Their potent psychokinesis was priceless for the IPC, so they were immediately their favorite mandatory workforce across the galaxy. The planet was no longer a magical landscape: it was a corporate, harshly controlled environment, where every baby born was already assigned an employee number and mothers could not connect with their children due to work.

Nordenlicht Magigonius VII, the last royal daughter born to the defeated bloodline, was born into this environment, but worse: she was born to the bloodline who was accursed by her fellow planetmates because it was her ancestor who failed to cover their planet from the grip of the IPC.

If there was one more thing that Magigonians could boast apart from their beauty and psychokinesis, it was the security of their vaults. It required a very specific kind of Magigonian magick to unlock, and not even the IPC could pressure the royal family to open up their doors. It was a blot in the IPC's spotless record in conquering the planet, and it was the one blot that a certain Punklordian hacker decided she wanted to exploit.

Her arrival was like a storm. IPC communications were suddenly disrupted, their supply ships struck to a halt, and their security engines turned off in right about the same time. The IPC officers all across the planet were in disarray, the Magigonians confused, and right before Nordenlicht's eyes, there she appeared: a silverhaired girl, flaunting her blue highlights, walking past the planetary vaults like the door wasn't even there.

In a few minutes, she walked out, proclaiming that she "Got the fish" she wanted, and disappeared. Just like that, all the disruptions disappeared with her

It was Nordenlicht's first encounter with one of the best Punklordian legends to ever exist, and it would not be her last.

The one thing Magigonians had lost due to IPC acquisition was their bright-eyed sense of wonder, and for the first time in her life, Nordenlicht felt this very sensation.

Ever since then, she was not shy about burrowing herself into the galactic library the IPC had installed on their planet: a library only few Magigonians ever bothered to check ever since the death of their curiosity. She scoured through the knowledge about every planet IPC had ever come across like a thirsty man finding an oasis, and with it, she found out about the one particular hacker who attacked her planet and strutted in front of her eyes: the legendary Silver Wolf, a Punklordian so strong she attained the title of legend out of sheer boredom, a Punklordian so powerful she'd left her own planet in the chase of further thrills.

Nordenlicht immersed herself enitrely in the culture of her odd savior, of her ghostly hacker. Of how the Punklordians lived without walls, because privacy in Punklorde was the difference between life and death. Of how the Punklordians played games all their days because it's how they sharpened their skills. Of how the Punklordians used an odd form of reality hacking called Aether Editing. Of how they lived cut-throat, and ready to die for the highest bidder.

Of how they were free.

It was the death of Nordenlicht. Ever since then, she called herself Aurora, the Punklordian word for the meaning of her name: the Northern Lights, the one remaining magic left on the decaying planet of Magigonia.