Humanity has been officially dead for years. Unofficially? It thrives, driven by the insatiable desire to rise up against the Scions. They enslaved them, shipping them us off to Solieia, the home planet of the scions, of the monsters. They scrambled their DNA, so that they would never repopulate any planet. The Scions chose how the humans would die. But they would not die.
So they took the strongest, the fastest, the smartest, the toughest. They take them away. No one knows where. When no one wants to know truth because it harder than accepting the lies through the haze, I must go. Justice will not be abandoned.
I am Girosu Sidonis Vakarian. Son on Gunivr. Son of Gainus. Son of Gilrun. Son of Garrus. Line of Vakarian. My father pledged to save humanity, as his fathers did before him, since Garrus first pledged himself to this cause.
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