NFC or Nightfall Clan has had a long and turbulent history. From the day it was created ,years ago, our lands were constantly ravaged and our peoples discontent. A society that is built on war can only be expected to be as such. Thankfully after each leader fell a new more experienced one would rise. Soon we reached a point where we were no longer a desolate tribe but a thriving civilization. We transformed our nomadic ways to reach an era of productivity and technological enhancement. This time was a happy time for most, even if plenty a wars were occurring. Thanks to aforementioned benefits we easily routed foe after foe until none could dare to stand against us. Thus ended the era of war...for awhile.
Yet, it was utterly inevitable that the chaos that is war would soon find us once more. We had grown far to large for our own good and before anyone noticed our growth leaped thousands of leagues ahead of our capacity and war had sprung upon us. Divided we were, two main factions of people were vying for leadership of NFC. Long and hard did they fight for neigh a decade. Thousands were sacrificed for the foolish feud between the two and even more so the land itself was desecrated by advanced weaponry and heinous biological warfare. At the end of the war one faction was obliterated and only one remained. The warlord who led this faction took control of NFC and dubbed himself to be the Supreme Leader of all who inhabit the land.
This land, however, was barely a land at all. When the two factions collided they fought at full force with no restrictions. All weapons, ancient and new, were used against one another to win. These weapons destroyed the land, as mentioned before, so much that viable farm land was slashed in half. Not only this, but the air itself on the planet was a sour thing which sickened those who breathed it for too long. The Supreme Leader, being as wise and foolish as he was, decided that whoever was left on the planet was to be gathered and lifted off into space. He went on to transform NFC from its world uniting civilization to a space wayfaring band of galactic pirates. This NFC went from station to station and planet to planet finding anything that breathed and destroyed it, plundering it for resources so that NFC could sustain itself.
All the while this NFC went on its destructive rampage, back on our home world things were at work. Specifically, the Supreme Leader had employed thousands of automated workers to cleanse the air and replenish the soil so that one day NFC could find itself home once more. Clean these workers did and once they finished their job they were to erect a deep space radio communication structure that would beam a signal back to the current NFC that its work was done and the planet was once again habitable. Moments before the workers completed the structure they were suddenly attacked by a horde of flesh and blood troops. A spectacular and amazing battle went down on the site of the structure for the workers were handily equipped with all of the old worlds technology to ensure no wild mutated beast could obstruct their work. The automated workers fought valiantly as they were programmed to do so, but they lacked the raw numerical advantage they so desperately needed when fighting human targets. Soon they were outwitted and finally outmatched by their opponents. The workers final act of defiance to their conquerors was to send a single word to the space travelling NFC.
"Fin"
-- LCX Entry "Nightfall Clan" |