NAVIGATION
The Rise of Humanity onto the Galactic Stage
A brief essay on the events leading Humanity to abandon Lost Jerusalem and claim the stars as our own, as written by Demosthenes
As I write this onto my console, in the comforts of my home among the stars, it is the year After Colony sixty nine ninety six. I was requested several days ago by the Galactic Federation to pen a short essay, no shorter than fifteen pages, that documents in clear and precise detail the events that led us, Humanity, to the stars. It had become known to them that the average man was unfamiliar with the series of events, and seeing the tragedy for what it is, they had me set to work to amend this dire situation.
It all began with the death of God. Now, this 'God' is very different from the gods we have come to worship once again as a race. By this, I am referring to Jupiter, Apollo, Odin, Thor, Loki and all the others we praise when your sun - if such a marvelous thing exists in your solar system - goes up and goes down. This 'God' was a single being that supposedly represented all of the entities we worship into one colossal mass, as it were. This 'God' was the sole thing of worship of the Christians, a very dominant group of religious pricks and contradictorily individuals.
The God of the Christians died when we came to our senses, and stopped worshiping this singular being. Our records do not show when this occurred; it was so long ago that it is anyone's guess when it did. All we know is that what almost immediately followed is the discovery of advanced technology on one of the planets in the Milky Way galaxy.
The planet this technology was discovered on, or the researcher who discovered it is beyond us.
This technology gave us faster than light travel, and using it, we reached for the stars. Hundreds of colonization ships breached what we thought was as far as we could ever go, and colonized planet after planet in the name of Humanity, and the Gods themselves.
And we have never looked back ever since.
An Analysis of Vercian
Pronounced ver-si-ian, the Vercians are not the most easily explainable thing in our modern age. It could be said that the Vercians are machines with souls - composed of artificial flesh as well as metal, Vercians look and act as human as anyone. Originally, they had little to no rights, used as slave labor as it were on the more harsher planets. But individuals could not stand things that looked human were not allowed to be human. Thus, through a series of events, Galactic Congress decreed that Vercians would, by law, be required to be implemented with a randomized personality and psychological code. In laments terms, Vercians would be given a random personality and psychological state that would develop just as much as any human would.
Despite these measures, for hundreds of years, Humans and Vercians still had their differences. It wasn't surprising really - machines will always be machines, no matter what would occur. They would still be made by man, and they could never replicate man as much as the real thing. Technology is certainly advancing this, however, and who knows how the state between these two very human species will be?
The Coming of the Endless
Monsters, ravagers, barbaric mutations, creatures from beyond man's interpretation, these and more describe the bane of man's existence known as the Endless. They came from beyond the Nether - a place where all the dreams and nightmares are real. It is a place where the subconscious becomes the conscious, and nothing real is plausible. It is beyond our interpretation, and we will much rather keep it that way.
The Endless breached the wall between the Nether and the Galaxy roughly five hundred years ago, when on a classified planet a series of relics, whose names are also classified, were unearthed. It is suggested that these relics were a sort of key between our realm and the Nether, but no one can exactly be sure. What we do know is that there is some great connection between these relics, which have become lost in the centuries since, and the Endless which act more like organized raiders than an actual army of death