Post by Darth Grievi on Dec 12, 2007 23:25:00 GMT -5
((Note: This is a story thread, and since Iniros himself traveled to many planets, I figured to collect the whole thing here instead of fragments in all the RPs and my info threads. This is a work in progress, and will probably continue until either worldrealms dies or I reach the eventual end to his tale. Comments are welcome!))
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Translated from the original Angalesh by Arik Sapin
Introductory Entry:
Some people think that an enraged warrior behind the turret of a superweapon is the most destructive force in the Galaxy. Others belive a calm one would be more deadly. In truth, a xenophobic mind controling that much power can destroy any planet, exterminate any race, and break any bonds you once held dear. What sets it apart is the fact that in the end, it will all be justified through some propaganda, some steriotype, or some boldfaced lie that is believed because of popular opinion. And while they are rejoicing the elimination of the "Shifter Threat" as they call it, they fail to realize how many families they have shattered, how many childhood memories they've tossed into oblivion, how many people they've robbed of their homes. The number is exactly 3,000. That's 3,000 Angalesh who have lost all that is meaningful to them. I am one of those 3,000, the remnants of our once great civilization.
It all happened so fast; one moment we recieved the message, and the next thing we knew, the Devastator was bearing down on us. Sigma was blotted out by the massive ship, and night fell hours early. We barely had time to evacuate before its weapons fried off the atmosphere and tore enormous rifts where our cities used to be. At the time, I felt that the world was ending and shoved my way into the transport. I was right. By the time we had entered orbit, what was once my home was now a cracked shell of a world, barren and lifeless...
The years since haven't been easy, both on my body and mind. I lost contact with the others long ago, and now study the cultures of the empire that destroyed my world. Sometimes I venture outside the bounds of their control to see life free of opression, but I keep comming back, searching for the answer to the one question that still haunts me; Why? Why would any species be so afraid of the unknown as to eliminate it through force than through knowlage? I have yet to find the reason, if there is any. Although I must stay in hiding, obscuring my past, sidestepping questions with practiced ease, I sometimes find an enlightened being who thinks for itself and refuses to simply accept something as fact if their leaders say it is so. I find comfort in these beings, as they are the only friends I have these days.
I am Iniros Olus, and this is my story...
Thirteenth day, Seventh month, 231 AE, Areli standard calendar:
It's been about fourty days since we left Angal. I say about forty because space distorts your view of time. I suspect we're somewhere near Qymas, though again I'm not sure. We've had to run on low power to avoid detection, which means everything's off save for thrusters and life support. Minimal life support. Things have become rather cramped in here as of late, but that is to be expected with 32 beings in a twenty being ship. We're quite a ragtag group; Three members of the Holi-Elit family, brother, sister, and brother-in-law; six of the Sino-Alang family, a mother, her son, and four nieces; Qynag and Isos Shal-Orase; fifteen Gunan-Unar's of all ages; four of Siat-Ori decent, all female; and of course myself, Iniros Degi-Olus and my partner, Lal Degi-Olus.
I'm not sure what happened to the other 80 or so ships. We decided to split up after the evacuation to improve our chances of avoiding the Areli, so we transfered to the ships we allready had in space-dock. We set off, and that was that. I was given charge of this ship -- the Farlander she's called -- and I headed for Qymas... if it's still there...
The Qyen broke off all contact with us not long ago. Many suspect that a political struggle was going on and they needed time to sort things out. Others suspected that they had sensed the Areli coming and holed up for protection. Whatever one believes, Qymas seems to be the logical choice to me. Heading off into the unknown could mean stumbling further into Areli territory, whose borders are rather blurry at this point. Besides, I know that the Qyen, our long-time allies, will help us...
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Translated from the original Angalesh by Arik Sapin
Introductory Entry:
Some people think that an enraged warrior behind the turret of a superweapon is the most destructive force in the Galaxy. Others belive a calm one would be more deadly. In truth, a xenophobic mind controling that much power can destroy any planet, exterminate any race, and break any bonds you once held dear. What sets it apart is the fact that in the end, it will all be justified through some propaganda, some steriotype, or some boldfaced lie that is believed because of popular opinion. And while they are rejoicing the elimination of the "Shifter Threat" as they call it, they fail to realize how many families they have shattered, how many childhood memories they've tossed into oblivion, how many people they've robbed of their homes. The number is exactly 3,000. That's 3,000 Angalesh who have lost all that is meaningful to them. I am one of those 3,000, the remnants of our once great civilization.
It all happened so fast; one moment we recieved the message, and the next thing we knew, the Devastator was bearing down on us. Sigma was blotted out by the massive ship, and night fell hours early. We barely had time to evacuate before its weapons fried off the atmosphere and tore enormous rifts where our cities used to be. At the time, I felt that the world was ending and shoved my way into the transport. I was right. By the time we had entered orbit, what was once my home was now a cracked shell of a world, barren and lifeless...
The years since haven't been easy, both on my body and mind. I lost contact with the others long ago, and now study the cultures of the empire that destroyed my world. Sometimes I venture outside the bounds of their control to see life free of opression, but I keep comming back, searching for the answer to the one question that still haunts me; Why? Why would any species be so afraid of the unknown as to eliminate it through force than through knowlage? I have yet to find the reason, if there is any. Although I must stay in hiding, obscuring my past, sidestepping questions with practiced ease, I sometimes find an enlightened being who thinks for itself and refuses to simply accept something as fact if their leaders say it is so. I find comfort in these beings, as they are the only friends I have these days.
I am Iniros Olus, and this is my story...
Thirteenth day, Seventh month, 231 AE, Areli standard calendar:
It's been about fourty days since we left Angal. I say about forty because space distorts your view of time. I suspect we're somewhere near Qymas, though again I'm not sure. We've had to run on low power to avoid detection, which means everything's off save for thrusters and life support. Minimal life support. Things have become rather cramped in here as of late, but that is to be expected with 32 beings in a twenty being ship. We're quite a ragtag group; Three members of the Holi-Elit family, brother, sister, and brother-in-law; six of the Sino-Alang family, a mother, her son, and four nieces; Qynag and Isos Shal-Orase; fifteen Gunan-Unar's of all ages; four of Siat-Ori decent, all female; and of course myself, Iniros Degi-Olus and my partner, Lal Degi-Olus.
I'm not sure what happened to the other 80 or so ships. We decided to split up after the evacuation to improve our chances of avoiding the Areli, so we transfered to the ships we allready had in space-dock. We set off, and that was that. I was given charge of this ship -- the Farlander she's called -- and I headed for Qymas... if it's still there...
The Qyen broke off all contact with us not long ago. Many suspect that a political struggle was going on and they needed time to sort things out. Others suspected that they had sensed the Areli coming and holed up for protection. Whatever one believes, Qymas seems to be the logical choice to me. Heading off into the unknown could mean stumbling further into Areli territory, whose borders are rather blurry at this point. Besides, I know that the Qyen, our long-time allies, will help us...
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