Before you look any further down, beware as this is a full-fledged story, I would think college level. Be warned as it may be graphic. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED, enjoy. :D
The bees were flying amass in the flower meadow of my childhood village that is now in ruins. The memory of a once sprawling colony of Ikiharii. Who would want such a destructive action made towards such a peaceful people. It makes me sad that such evil is left to desecrate our memories.
It was only one of many attacks within the province of Rauhakauppa of which targeted my disappointed people. We were the pests within their mind. One of our deaths was set for bounty at 4 uranium trinkets. This made me dislike the hate and also learn to disregard it. For not all of the foreigners hated us.
Though despite the primitive nature of my people, the Prime Senaatti Valtuusto sent a global peace force to our planet of Catarina. The dispute for one though has been going on for over seven years beginning the end of the Galactic Meltdown war, 4152, the ‘War Over Power’ ironic is the fact it was over a planet close enough to the sun to provide 79 kilowatts of power every 60 seconds. The prestige plant was destroyed in the war as a punishment to the greedy empires who sought to rule it and also depended on it. Five empires fell as a result leaving only the council which is now a super power and a national protection force.
Despite all this our people are generally loved throughout the galaxy, people visit just to watch our peaceful traditions. We are even considered some of the wisest people in the galaxy. We have disregarded racism, traded money for rights. We even have a 2000 year old constitution that hasn’t been changed since its creation and has never been objected. I guess we got it good.
Though that is enough of my people, there are plenty of other races out there. For one there is a particularly intelligent species who contest themselves as Pohľad Múdry, course this means nothing to me, for intelligence is pointless when it is used for war. Though brute strength is something the Taistelevat Vihaavat specialize in. Though there are hundreds of other races throughout the galaxy our three are the only ones who have people to be properly considered enough a nation. Sadly enough with nearly 500 species wiped out only 200 of them were actual empires in the war, the rest were just in the wrong place.
Since then I became a mercenary in order to provide for my family. We lost everything in the war. We were traders attacked during a delivery of some high-end weaponry that we detonated. It was a percussion to avoid wrongful people getting their filthy hands on the weapons. Either way it pissed them off, and so, like most brutes, they are looking for us, but we are highly trained in martial arts and other combative styles.
I’m not worried though, they are very petty. They have no weaponry, no skills, hell if they had either they would have joined the war. But in any case we were headed towards the council so one of their ships picked us up. It took us to the synthetically made planet of Efferel.
On arrival we went to the council for compensation, and were denied when we found out they had been attacked only a week before by a huge army of Inirelly. The company of dangerous artifact hunters was after all the precious valuables in the Efferelii vault. This hurled them heavily into the war, even making them a major target.
In the Efferel we found ourselves to be pursued by the thieves who had be apprehended in the grand library. We had gone there to look for the book of Itherus the grand trader of 2125 who had managed to buy Efferel from a primitive group of maintenance workers who mindlessly keep it clean and functional.
He had managed to split them a deal by letting them stay there but agree to leave the guests and citizens undisturbed. They became the ‘housekeeping’ of the entire planet. Making it seem as if they were considerably ignorant but they were really just void of free will. In such a way that if someone got in they're way they would walk into or through the entity.
The entryway was one of the areas they were most preoccupied with, people never really cared about the planet’s maintenance until one day the workers vanished, seeming to have been completely wiped out, now there are over 30,000 workers that frivolously clean, scrub, and pickup the void-like expanse of the planet. They work so hard they are paid almost as much as some of the councilors.
The world was later decimated by a anti-matter-implosion bomb. The bomb sucked in the council building, where the councilors were in the middle of a meeting in and it exploding in such a way that the core of the planet had actually completely disintegrated. This caused a loss of gravity, atmosphere, and millions of lives. It was an attack issued by the Affinity as an attempt to eliminate their competition.
The synthetic world was rebuilt as Eferrel Mark II. This new world was to be permanent, impenetrable, almighty. All great things must die. Our creations will never be truely impassable, truely beyond reach of mortality. For all walls fall, in due time.
The most destructive of forces is socialism. For an idea can kill an entire race and extinguish entire planets. The most resilient of all is the being that creates ideas, for even after death he can destroy you.
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