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Frontier Hegemony
Tweet Topic Started: Oct 4 2010, 04:19 AM (351 Views)
Warr Oct 4 2010, 04:19 AM Post #1

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“There's no reason to stare at infinity. Jump in to it or return to your cave. Become a brave spirit howling in the nothingness, and lose your fear. Push to the future; we are our children's past. To howl like the brave warriors our great-grandfathers were and see new horizons. To control life but not lose sense of what live is. Like the hunting hounds, we cry to the halls of infinity that we will not bow down and die. We shall be our own masters, even over extinction. Awoooo.” - The Credo of the Frontiers Hegemony Rangers

Anyone who whispers for peace is but a dreamer, either out of a sheltered unrealistic perspective, or because they had no choice but putting their hopes in dreams; lest reality collapse them. So our story begins, faithful dreamers; so our story begins. Contemporary Systems Alliance historians, or even the peoples of the Spacer Confederation; will tell you the stories of our long lost mother Terra, no need to give it's latin; our cradle, the once-beautiful Earth. They will tell you of our exodus [in the case of the Spacers] or of humanities feeble steps into the next great frontier, to live upon our mother's sisters and aunts and to meet infinity. Tell will tell you these stories; but they wouldn't be telling you the whole story, just the viewpoint of their nations.

The Frontiers Hegemony was born out of rock-and-hard-place dreaming. As Earth's carrying capacity slowly dropped, and the nations of that azul-and-emerald planet began fighting openly and in closed quarters, things became harder and harder for the people of those which those nations were built to protect and serve. People began to crumble against the weight of the horizon that was reality above them. But Insurrection was unthinkable; improbable. It would not succeed; and so too was Escape impossible for the majority. In the edge of the 21st century, the Frontiers Hegemony was conceived; as a dreamer stumbled upon a miracle; a gift from god [or at least the heavens].

In the four hundred years since this incident, it has been made the stuff of legend; but we'll give you the bare facts, let you discern what you will from the those. Our nation(s) would not have come into existence in the way they have, if it was not for this incident; where somewhere in the American [U.S.A for revisionists] Southwest, after a drinking binge of far too much whiskey by an lower-middle class 'White' American, a fleet of two sizable starships were stumbled upon deep within a cavern. These ships, which took him a moment to even truly see in the dim light of the chasm he had fallen into; they seemed to be alien of a sort; and further still, as he crawled against the ground to come closer to them, the bigger of the two seemed to activate. This ship; which the history books call the Hermes, opened it's hatches to our [purported] founder. He entered the ship, and after the ship's computer began speaking to him upon his discovery of the bridge, he could tell it had been there centuries. Tongues that were obviously human, but foreign enough that they might as well have been alien, flooded his ears, questioning him and worrying him. Languages of ancient peoples, with one being a tongue he knew vaguely of, Gaelic. As he returned those calls in English, with words like “Where am I?” he stumbled to the nearest chair, the throne chair in the middle of the bridge, and as he did, he was pierced upon the spine. His mind flooded with knowledge, and vice-versa.

A long-lost to us race had left those ships there; hoping to give the tools to those that might stumble upon it; to escape the shackles of gravity and the sole loving arms of mother Terra. And so he began, this man whom many commonly joke and call 'Our Noah'. After years of work, covertly trying to recruit people and keep the Federal government from discovering these ships; he made headway.

[Actually I'll just finish writing this later]

Edited by Warr, Oct 4 2010, 04:22 AM.
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