Intergalactic Outlaws

Chapter Five - Abandon all hope, ye who enters here

It was years ago, shortly after I was born, that my parents landed on Earth. They had fled our home planet for all our safety.

But for even that to make sense you need to delve deeper into the past of Sesuilai and the monarch that has ruled it for the past twenty millennia.

The ruling family, Rosdwin had been on the throne since the beginning of time. They were cruel, merciless leaders willing to squash anybody to stay where they were, even their own family.

Their rule was harsh and unjust and after suffering it for so many millennia, the people of Sesuilai wanted their own say in how the country was run and how they were treated.

The start of a revolution was sparked. A flame that couldn't ever be smothered. A flame that would save them all.

It started small; gatherings in back rooms where plans to disrupt – disrupt, and no more – were drawn with untaught but educated minds and sharp but careful tongues. In the early days, the revolution was about letting the Rosdwin family know of their contempt for their forced lifestyles. Letting them know that they knew there was more, and they wanted it.

Even to the greater public this newfound revolution was considered a nuisance and danger. It was certain to bring the wrath of the Rosdwin family down harder than it had ever been.

Slowly but surely, the movement grew. It even was given a name to those most loyal. There is no exact translation into any Earth language, but the name given in English by my parents, Children of Day One, is the most accurate. This was the name that was whispered at night, coded into a million treasonous conversation.

With a name to that revolution, it became more real to the people of Sesuilai. The movement swelled in size, people becoming braver to seek rights and freedoms. Unfortunately, one thing usually follows closely behind bravery: stupidity.

The people got more daring and started taking more forceful measures. That was the start of a very long chain reaction spanning decades. The Rosdwin family retaliated to every 'demonstration' of the Children of Day One with a demonstration of their own of power and brute force. Each party retaliated in more extreme ways, for so long that peace became a thing of history and stories.

The height, of what essentially became a civil war, was when two young up-and-comers in the Children of Day One society sought out a way to eradicate the Rosdwin family completely. They, Nilve and Tye, were the children of the forerunning families of the movement, desperate to prove that they could end the war. That they could lead that tumultuous planet in the 'new age'. These two youngsters, behind the back of the rest of the revolution, plotted the murder of the royal family of Sesuilai.

The planning was careful, there could be no mistakes if it was to go down without fault. They were young and ballsy. Which brings us back to that earlier word. Stupid. They got stupid and risky in their execution of the plan and it quickly fell apart. What was meant to be a mass execution for freedom ended up as messy catastrophe that cost dozens of the wrong people their lives.

The fallout wasn't good for them. They were cast out of the revolution and hunted by the Rosdwins. Nowhere was safe for them. Well on that planet at least.

Those two youngsters?

My parents of course.

I'd heard that story a million times in my youth. More times in my teens than I can count, when ever Mum and Dad told me not to do something and I argued that I should be able to make my own mistakes.

I was very sketchy on 'right and wrong' as a kid.

I had been raised with a very morally twisted view on murder.