Where are we? When are we? Who are we?
Click above for the OOC; Image Credit: Jakub Różalski, "Before the Storm"
The stars changed. That was the first warning we had that everything had gone wrong.
Even for those that saw little transformation in the appearance of their immediate environments, those lucky enough to retain their familiar geographies, the sky was impossible to miss. The constellations were of the wrong season. Or of the wrong era. Or were entirely unfamiliar entirely. Then confusion reigned as communications with the outside world seemingly ceased working instantaneously.
Perhaps the less enlightened of us held an advantage there, for they were not so reliant on it. They knew little of the greater world around them in the first place; they did not expect nuclear submarines to send regular pings, diplomats to report back to their homelands, telephone, telegram, and internet services connecting them to everywhere else, or subspace messages from far-away imperial capitals. The more enlightened of us did expect such things, and their sudden absence was as shocking as it was disruptive.
At first we suspected some kind of technical problem, of course. Reactors could fail. Lines of communication could be cut. Subspace receivers could be deafened. What happened was so outrageous, so out of the realm of plausibility, that our mind jumped to every other possibility first before that. Internal failure, enemy action, human error... all to explain away the inevitable.
Nonsense, in hindsight of course. For all we had to do to find the truth was to look up and see. The stars themselves told the truth.
We are not where we were.