The cosmic balance of power is beset on all sides by the dreams of the weak; the infinitesimal bastions of insignificance which dot the perpetual night, seeking grandeur and honor in spirit while eking out an existence amongst the titans, the destroyers of Creation. There are those civilizations which domineer the heavens, projecting force and will upon the pawns of the galactic planes, and those which rape the stars for their material worth, leaving only broken bodies and whispers of remembrance in their wake. But for every galactic power, there are dozens of minor star systems, boasting life which does well to cling to the surface of their small, fragile worlds. They are the kindling of the great powers; mere ants to the colossus. There is no hope to those who rest on the laurels of their insignificance in a cold and gruesome galaxy.
But what of the little children who dream of being more than what they are? What of the civilizations who dare to step beyond the relative safety of their small purview in the galaxy, and aspire for the specter of power and might amongst the great civilizations of the Ethereal Host? There is but one recourse; a path bathed in blood and sinew, heartache and terror through the perpetual darkness. The little children must learn to mature amidst the wolves, and suffer the wrath of the cosmic horrors that were, and are, and ever shall be. The path to progress is bereft of comfort and spoils; only the dauntless and the vigilant do tread there. To trek boldly amongst the stars, risking all to obtain all requires moral convictions and a steadfast countenance not often seen. The intrepid voyagers amongst the stars are paramours to death.
The presence of three warships, sojourning into the dark reaches of the night was but a minor blip on the cosmic scale; a faint vapor that was all but hidden amidst the bright lights of more potent civilizations. But for a small, burgeoning civilization in the Delta-Gamma periphery, the launching of their new deep space vehicles represented a bold new step into the unknown. Names like Nemoris, Tenebris and Umbra held no greater meaning amongst the great powers of the galaxy. But for a small bastion of humanity, seeking to assert itself in the vast frontier of space, they were symbols of new-found hope in the affright of the days of trepidation and tribulation. The first bold steps of existence are the promise of life, after all. The children must learn to walk and endure the pangs of youth before they can learn how to run.
But what of the little children who dream of being more than what they are? What of the civilizations who dare to step beyond the relative safety of their small purview in the galaxy, and aspire for the specter of power and might amongst the great civilizations of the Ethereal Host? There is but one recourse; a path bathed in blood and sinew, heartache and terror through the perpetual darkness. The little children must learn to mature amidst the wolves, and suffer the wrath of the cosmic horrors that were, and are, and ever shall be. The path to progress is bereft of comfort and spoils; only the dauntless and the vigilant do tread there. To trek boldly amongst the stars, risking all to obtain all requires moral convictions and a steadfast countenance not often seen. The intrepid voyagers amongst the stars are paramours to death.
The presence of three warships, sojourning into the dark reaches of the night was but a minor blip on the cosmic scale; a faint vapor that was all but hidden amidst the bright lights of more potent civilizations. But for a small, burgeoning civilization in the Delta-Gamma periphery, the launching of their new deep space vehicles represented a bold new step into the unknown. Names like Nemoris, Tenebris and Umbra held no greater meaning amongst the great powers of the galaxy. But for a small bastion of humanity, seeking to assert itself in the vast frontier of space, they were symbols of new-found hope in the affright of the days of trepidation and tribulation. The first bold steps of existence are the promise of life, after all. The children must learn to walk and endure the pangs of youth before they can learn how to run.
Prerequisite reading is available at the Compendium: Longeclasis: Genesis of the Sidusclasse FarStar Fleet