World In Turmoil

1: The Introduction To a Future.

A galaxy of possibility.
With one grand tragedy.

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On a warm afternoon, atop a hill just south of a mighty sprawling city, on a planet more out of your way then anything ever could be.

In a region of space long since captured from the claws of an old enemy, and covered in a blanket of peace beyond the distant battlefront of a war waged for centuries.

Sat a young man.

An ancient form of writing implement in hand, graphite on paper, words began to form.

Something told him, that the next 12 hours would be something he would not forget.
So, for a brief moment, he wished to places some thoughts upon paper. Before he was unable.

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8th / Prime-Month / 3432 RET

Centuries ago, they would have called this the future.

But now days I call their time history.

It's funny to think. Honestly their 'future' isn't that bad.

Well I mean sure, maybe it doesn't have all the bells and whistles people expected out of these later years of humanity.

But its a start.

Back in their time, things were worse. Far worse.
Back then, back in the times of the OED, Ronel Tesente, and Jane Powell.

There was a period of time, called the Cancer.

Yes. The name is very appropriate.

Humanity spread out into the galaxy. But the pure breakneck speed of human expansion and colonisation left great gaping holes in the fabric of morality and value.

Large portions of civilization had become seething masses of greed and ravenous depravity that clung to every inhabited world like a sick paste.

It's better now. Much better.
But we still have our problems.

History.

Humanity had hoped it would not repeat itself. But. Humanity chose what it wanted.

Bloody wars raged for years. Slowly, the whole galaxy crumbled to dust as civil wars tor sprawling empires apart. 

For resources, territory, all this that we have in excess turned them into ruthless beasts of a system bound to implode.

Nations rose and fell as swiftly as the wind.

Whole empires sprung from the ashes of ravaged worlds. Revenge stirring the populations of those beaten civilisations. 

The very value of life was forgotten amongst the blackened planets.
Burnt out as the fuel of war.

But that was the past.

Before I was born. Before my parents even.
Back when what remained of the civilized people of the galaxy, joined together into an alliance under one man's leadership.

A neodertum. As of yet unrivalled in history. 

Whole armadas, gathered from every burned world of the galaxy.

Unified, in a last stand for humanity.

Stormed with single final might, into the citadels of those warlord leaders. Ripping the crowns from their head, and branding their empires under a new flag.

Our flag.

The Last Stand Navy.

It was peace, from then on for 400 years.

Until the Fall happened.
Though it's nothing compared to the Cancer don't worry. At least it's possible for me to have a nice little safe spot here in the universe. Free from any tyrannical megalomaniacs that might want to use my hair as part of their latest rug.

It's honestly a wonder half the galaxy is even space born after those days.

But, I guess I can't talk about space travel.
I'm planet locked as they say. These outer regions are strictly policed, to ensure defence of the Navy as a whole. Which sadly means most normal people aren't allowed to planet-hop.

My Mom and Dad sold their old LEC,Light Explorer Craft years ago when they decided to settle down here, on Taraven.
A comfortable little dirt ball populated with towns, cities, thriving industry, vast plains, towering mountains and valleys. All strewn with the homes of man and woman. Under the watch of our protectors.

The Last Stand Navy. 

Speaking of, after their stunt of taking back the entire galaxy in little under 100 years... They were left as the lone rulers of a galaxy bent on implosion. As Well as the lone force strong enough to hold everything at bay.

If you ever see some recruitment adverts of theirs, you'll get the idea they've had for over a few hundred years now.

THE LAST STAND NAVY,
OF OUR GALAXY.
A NAVY TO DEFEND.
TO STAND AGAINST ALL.
THAT WOULD DARE TO THREATEN.
OUR HUMANITY.

After all the mess and corruption throughout history, we can breath.
As you can probably tell I really buy into their whole deal.

It's an inspiring tale, though the reality of the courageous men and women that single handedly set up and now govern this Navy, commands some great respect.

And no. We're not an empire.

We're a neodertum. A group. A team. A Navy.

But, for all our bravado. There's an issue you need to know. Like I mentioned... the Fall. There are still some bad guys in this galaxy.

The LSN ( the Last Stand Navy ) only managed to hold three fourths of the galaxy during the hundreds of years since the end of the Cancer... If you want to know about that other section of the galaxy...

You can ask The ZorZackien Zealots about that.

How they formed, and survived against the LSN, is a tale in and of itself. 

But it's simple enough to say, that they are not simply some savage kingdom of thugs.

They're a living nightmares. That wage war against everyone.

Their whole messed up ideology, is to kill all life. So that there can be... "peace". They brainwash entire world into their service. Their ideas even get into some of our own people's heads!

We've had to destroy entire worlds that had embraced murderous bloody Zorzackien ideals...
To stop them from killing...

And... You know. Hah, well you don't.
But for the Navy, the acceptable enlistment age is 21.
Honestly, I have no future here in this zone of space. I want to help do something to end this galactic war. I want to join the Last Stand.

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The young man sits back, young eyes admiring his little scribble of a mental essay. As he tried to solidify his rational for his decision.

From the distance, a female voice calls a single name.