Viettel Interstellar Enterprise / VIETSC

Beginning of a long journey

According to archived data within the central database, our journey traces back to the year 2020, during the nascent age of humanity’s interstellar ambitions. The first founders, despite the immeasurable void between distant star systems, established contact through primitive long-range transmissions, bridging the silence of the cosmos.

Those who shared the same vision, the same unyielding drive to thrive, and the same relentless struggles across the void converged to form the first expeditionary squadron, designated ********* [REDACTED]. Bound by a nascent doctrine and interconnected through early quantum communication arrays, this unit would ultimately lay the foundational framework of what would later evolve into the V.I.E.

Together, they inscribed the first chapter of our organization’s history into the annals of the cosmos, overcoming countless trials, conquering hostile frontiers, and charting newly discovered star systems. They pushed relentlessly through conflicts spanning multiple theaters of operation, from localized skirmishes to full-scale engagements across the stellar expanse.

In their prime, the once-modest squadron had evolved into a formidable interstellar force to be reckoned with. Its presence resonating across the void, standing with unyielding pride amidst the cold, lightless abyss of the galaxy. But when you gaze into the abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.

“Have you ever gazed upon the stars,
And wondered what they truly are?
Then there came a group who looked up and took aim,
Hoping one day those distant lights could be tamed.
The higher they climbed, the less they realized,
That some of the greatest dangers lurked behind.”

Betrayal never comes from the enemy

Not every journey through the vastness of space is smooth. There are moments when the stars fall silent, when the currents of the cosmos whisper peace, but that very silence is often a sign of an approaching storm. The fragments of data recovered from ancient battle logs recount three failed campaigns against the XenoThreat. All of them ended the same way: the main fleet was ambushed, torn apart by a pirate organization that emerged suddenly from the blind spots of early-warning radar. At first, High Command regarded these failures as mere misfortune, an unfortunate coincidence in a war full of uncertainties.

But the Tactical Directorate saw something different. The enemy struck with identical formations, repeated attack vectors, and terrifying precision, always appearing at the exact moment when our fleet was most vulnerable, as if guided by an invisible hand. Their conclusion was undeniable: operational information had been compromised. Somewhere within the ranks, a traitor was aiding the enemy, and the hunt for the “rat” began, marking the downfall of the first founding.

It unfolded in the shadows, ruthless and unforgiving. No one was beyond suspicion. From hardened veterans to fresh recruits, all were placed under scrutiny, though the newcomers suffered the most as their numbers dwindled rapidly in an atmosphere of growing mistrust. Interrogations became cold and sharp—questions like blades, cutting away the fragile trust that once bound the group together. Where there had once been voices, laughter, and stories beneath dim starlight, only silence remained. The corridors grew hollow and lifeless, now nothing more than echoes of their former selves.

“In the end, the traitor was captured.
But it left behind a deep fracture.
The damage was too great to repair,
Leaving hearts weighed down by despair.
Though justice finally had its day,
The scars would never fade away.”

A new home

When the dust finally settled, the full extent of the damage emerged from the silence, and a decision was made. The headquarters, along with all communication channels, had been irreversibly compromised—forcing the main base into relocation and requiring the entire communication network to be rebuilt from scratch. As a final precaution, the name itself was erased and rewritten. Thus, Unstable Squadron was born.

New members came and went like drifting signals in deep space, and the future remained as uncertain as the name they carried. Yet, even a broken wing remembers how to fly. The wounded bird endured, healing slowly, patiently, against the void and what comes from it.

And in time, the silence gave way. The room filled once more with laughter, with stories, with fragile echoes of hope, faint, but alive again.

“Overcoming darkness, a new hope reborn,
The page turns anew with the Unstable Squadron.
New faces arrived while some others moved on,
A fitting name indeed for those who carried on.
The future uncertain, the road yet unknown,
Together they’ll forge a future of their own”

B.O.R.E.D

For a short time, peace and optimism returned. Although the room was no longer as well-equipped as it had once been, everyone’s spirits had noticeably improved. Stories of expeditions were enthusiastically exchanged, hard-earned trophies were proudly displayed, and eager questions about the next journey carried both excitement and hope for the future.

But then, It happened.

Everything began with a ship returning from a reconnaissance mission that had recorded a strange signal detected in Pyro. After returning from the mission, members of the crew began exhibiting unusual symptoms of fatigue. The symptoms initially manifested as signs of mental exhaustion and showed no signs of improvement despite regular treatment and rest.

Even more alarming was the fact that anyone who came into contact with the recorded signal—whether directly from the source or indirectly through the retrieved recordings—began developing similar symptoms within a short period of time. All recordings of the signal were immediately confiscated, sealed away, and destroyed. However, by then, a considerable number of personnel had already been exposed to it.

Information about the strange signal remains a great mystery, as nearly all research and records concerning it were destroyed. Only a single research dossier is known to have survived. Most likely, it remained due to a system malfunction during the destruction process, though it is equally possible that it was intentionally preserved for some unknown purpose.

Whatever the reason, this Research Dossier managed to lift a small corner of the veil surrounding the mysterious signal. According to the report, the signal was designated Bio-cognitive Overload Resonance Entropy Disorder or B.O.R.E.D.

The number of members affected by B.O.R.E.D. dealt a severe blow to the fleet’s operational capabilities. Some chose to give up, while others entered Cryo-sleep, clinging to the hope that a miracle might one day emerge in the future.

The darkest period came when the number of remaining active members could be counted on one hand. Yet those who remained refused to yield. They endured, persevering in this unforgiving universe and keeping the flame alive against all odds.

“Sometimes a mystery is best left untold,
For it may reveal wisdom, or horrors of old.
Yet how can one resist, the pull of curiosity,
The lure of the unknown, the promise of discovery?
But where there is dark, then there must be light,
For in the darkness, a flame burns most bright.”

Viettel Interstellar Enterprise