I am old-fashioned and usually play human empires (most recent was more or less "Leonism in space", fittingly with a democratic military comissariat), although I did enjoy that one time I played a machine empire (that was long before the current update though). I plan on trying out a megacorporation for the first time after the current game.
Megacorporations are super fun to play, especially if you pick the Gospel of the Masses civic with it!
A peculiar aircraft that resembled a cross between a V-22 Osprey and a Flying Hunter Killer from the Terminator franchise raced toward Au'Rahabar, the capital of Sinyal, carrying the six members of Team Z.
A blonde woman known only as Kára, whose name meant 'the wild, stormy one', was flying the ship, imaginatively called a Valkyie. Behind her in the passenger compartment were:
Firecracker: the team leader, whose favorite attack was dual-wielding automatic pistols that fired explosive-incinidiary projectiles.
Thunder: a large man who carried a sonic cannon set to the resonance frequency of human bone.
Lightning: Thunder's maybe sister, able to generate bolts of her namesake at will, as well as other phenomena.
The White Witch: an expert in natural magic, healing, and augmentation, who could also turn and/or dismiss the undead.
The Black Knight: a power-armor clad warrior with pulse jets in his boots, pulse cannons on his wrists, and a big-ass sword and shield on his back.
"On target in thirty minutes," Kára reported. Firecracker grinned. "Oh, yeah!" he exclaimed.
Travelers from Loftegen 2 continued to arrive in the Imperium. Many were former citizens, coming home to visit friends and family and show their children the old country. Others were of Leonistich ancestry, some were businessmen, and a few were scholars.
A tiny handful had a benign, but more artful purpose.
Posing as a married couple, a man and woman from Loftegen 2 had traveled to the western reaches of the country, seeking out a particular Roman ruin. They established their base at a camp ground right next to their objective, the two places being part of a large national park.
They spent many days exploring the place, an abandoned city, taking care to avoid the on-going archaeological work, but watching it with great interest (along with many others). At night they snuck in to examine areas off limits to ordinary citizens.
Today they were taking a break. The campground was very pleasant, attended by a retired couple who, in exchange for free camping privileges, looked after the facilities and operated a small shop that catered to campers needs (mostly firewood and toiletries). Park rangers (not the correct term, but near enough) drove through occasionally, and only once had had to do actual law enforcing, on some college aged folks who were getting a little rowdy.
The man was seated at the picnic table next to their campsite's fire pit. He had a large map spread out, weighted down by rocks, and was studying it intently, writing notes and drawing lines on it from time to time.
The woman set a cup of coffee next to him, and sat down opposite him.
"It's here," she asserted. "I can feel it."
"I don't doubt you," he replied. "Unfortunately the actual ruins don't match up with her memories."
The woman sipped her own coffee and shrugged. "Two thousand years will do that to you," she said.