UCoM is a Fascist-Authoritarian one-party police state nation with a heavy emphasis on combat readiness. Such readiness is fed by paranoia, propaganda, and altered history. The UCoM (or UCM) has little to no connections with other factions and nations, which would make them isolationists like the Avali Illuminate if they were not constantly threatening others and giving them the "school bully" treatment.
They have no official currency for an economy. Instead, citizens have "pledges", a credit that is digitally kept track of. Pledges are a strange thing. One family has one pledge account, making every family member responsible for the amount of pledges the family has. Pledges are exchanged for goods and necessities, such as rations, furniture, entertainment, etc. If, in the case an individual has no family for whatever reason, they have their own account. Pledges are gained through labor, whether it be through working in a factory forging components for a war machine, or by other means. Serving in the military is one of the few highest Pledge providing occupations one can have, incentivizing citizens to join the military (even if it is mandatory.)
UCoM society is heavily militarized to the point of absurdity. Every industrial sector, every building, every citizen serves a purpose, they all feed the war machine. Massive buildings, pipes, and industrial machinery occupy cramped, massive 'hive cities' printed by a multitude of contraptions that work day and night to create and repair infrastructure. Speakers hung up onto buildings broadcast patriotic messages, radio stations provide a distorted view of the outside world, literacy promotes serving the greatest nation there is.
During The Federation's early years of space travel, they began sending out colonist vessels carrying thousands of people each. The standard fleet was around 2-3 colony vessels.Their fourth ever fleet to ever be sent, consisting of the I.C.S. ██████, I.C.S. ████████, and the I.C.S. ████. These vessels contained individuals of varying skills, some of the brightest minds were aboard the colony ships. As for what it was like being in one, the atmosphere was quite cheery and optimistic. Many of these individuals believed they were spearheading the new frontier, headed to a planet named "Aurora-31B". That was the original destination, in fact. However, these were the early years of The Federation.
Nothing appears to go as planned.
The I.C.S. ██████, which was the leading vessel, had their navigation systems refused to function around midway through the trip. This was no big deal, won't take much effort for a mechanic to fix. Besides, the other two ships were completely fine. Within under a seven minute timeframe, the issues were fixed. Then, the I.C.S. ████'s navigation systems went down as well. Shortly after, the I.C.S ████████ encountered the same problem. It did not take long for mechanics to clear the issues as the vessels went on their merry way. Unbeknownst to the vessels, a fatal error had changed their destination to the very middle of nowhere. By the time they had discovered this, it was too late. Not a single individual knew where their destination was. The vessels attempted to contact The Federation, but to their dismay, there was no answer. Another error in communication systems? Incompetence from those who are superior? It is still debated to this day. However, the three ships were already low on supplies meant for the trip, and did not want to risk using supplies meant for landing. The closest known habitable planet to them was Salvius V, a planet sickened by minor radiation, covered with rocks, and dominated by the presence of a snow/sand-like material that is, on a microscopic view, very sharp. All three vessels landed upon the planet's surface, donning suits.
The next few years were nothing short of painful.
There were organisms who called the planet their home. Organisms that, without hesitation, pounced upon colonists, taking them back to their den to consume. It only took a week for these things to develop a taste for human flesh. These weren't the only hostile forms of life, however. Almost every living being was capable of critical harm. Colonists were ripped apart, consumed, dissolved, irradiated, reduced to bones. It was an honest massacre. By the time a month passed, the optimism and joy the colonists had were taken away, replaced with fear. It was not until an individual named Franciszek Miłogost took up arms. He spoke to the colonists, attempting to strike courage into these cowards.
It worked.
The tides turned, a permitted was quickly formed and the colonists began fighting back. A descriptive list of the organisms found upon the planet was formed. Their strengths, their weaknesses, their behaviors, all exposed for the colonists to view. It only took a matter of time, but not only did these colonists survive, they began to thrive off of letting go of being civil. Their mindset shifted, becoming more violent, resembling older evolutionary versions of humanity. Once the dust settled, a series of improvised buildings were constructed close to one another, forming the future capital of UCoM. Communications with The Federation were attempted to be established again. Another failure. Placeholder, whom was now the collectively chosen leader, told the colonists to simply hold out until help can arrive.
Thirty-four years. Thirty-four years have passed.
Some colonists were inside buildings, working all day and night to provide to the colony. These individuals remained human. Others worked long, hard hours. These individual's offspring will soon become a subspecies of human.
Franciszek Miłogost was deceased, leaving his wife and child behind. A power vacuum was created, which led to uncontrollable chaos among the colonists. Some wished for the child to be the new leader. Others wished for a different individual to take up the role. Democracy was attempted, but the point that voting may be rigged was brought up, shooting the idea down before it could even take flight. Not a single person trusted another person, even after all these years. A city had already been built with the assistance of only the brightest minds. Cultivation was successfully performed. The colony was fine, all they needed was a person to lead. A week passed without a leader, tensions were high. A party consisting of a man named Michael Hoffman and his followers were the first to become violent, ceasing every weapon for themselves and assuming power. Although nobody wanted them to be in power, they were quite *decent* at leading. These individuals were known for their hate for the organisms of their planet, their belief in a military and strong police force, and their willingness to do horrible, horrible things. The Federation had not helped at all, so these fools decided to knock one of the first dominos in a long chain.
UCoM was formed.