Life exists in many shapes, many forms. As our greatest philosopher phased it; 'infinite diversity in infinite combinations.' Where there exists life, there exists the possibility of intelligence. With intelligence comes the potential of great gain, great advancement and great good, as well as the chance of great evil. We have long since moved one, ascending to a higher plane. And from here, we look on to see what this new life will make for itself.
-Inscribed on the monument of the Cartographers
The spiral galaxy is known by many names, and is home to many races. And is also home to many dangers. But those will be encountered in time. This is a tale of discovery, exploration, conquest, lose, gain, growth and death. Within the billions of stars, life has spawned, grown, and developed. And as these races set foot out into the stars, a story is bound to follow. Tales will be told, conflicts will be made, allegiances will be formed. Legends will be born.
These are their stories.
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Hyral Sector: Nalim System
Zeath Station Ath Jen
Far out from the planet, barely close enough for the station to be caught in the gravity well and justify referring to the planet as being below it, the Zeath Station Ath Jen drifted gently across the section space that would be the planet's eastern hemisphere's night sky. The station itself was on the night cycle, the late shift workers manning stations with the casual efficiency of those long accustomed to working together, and used to the relaxed atmosphere of a non military installation. There was still an air of anticipation about them. The air was pregnant with it. They were expecting a shipment. In addition to the regular supplies, this one was carrying cargo straight from the refining stations. It was the final step to making what looked promising in stimulations and small scale tests a reality. Their long range scanners had been tracking the ship for a few minutes know, and everyone was somewhat eager to see it arrive.
A point in space about three thousand kilometers out distorted as the plasma like cloud that marked an hyperspace window opened. Two ships darted out first. Both were the same class, though one was a bit older and larger, they were around seventy feet long, with the main command nestled between a split forward hull; Ka'tana escort ships. After them, another, larger, ship burst out of the ripple in space; oblong and tan, the rear stretching out into a tail, two narrow whip like 'wings' extending from midship to curve and met with the tail. A Leviat transport. A fairly young one at that; only about 600 meters long. It leisurely started shedding speed, arcing to swing around the station. The officer at the comm flipped touched the membrane of his station as the ship hailed them.
"Ath Jen operations, this is the Klyen," a male said through the psioncom. "Request permission to dock."
"This is operations," the shift captain responded. "Permission granted. You have a bay in Chere three. A drone will guide you to your assigned section."
"Many thanks, ops, We will be aboard in a few klicks."
"Send a message to Dr Len," the captain said with a faint smile when the connection was cut. "Let her know her supplies have arrived."
Sau’ri home world- Saix Avar
Er Loir Tribeland, Sau’ri Government Kr’wel
It was behind them. Not forgotten, not dismissed, but not dwelt upon to heavily either. They were had moved on, using that dark smear as motivation to do better. And move on they did. Many long years had passed since the Dark ages and the turmoil between the tribes. Many years since peace had finally been gained. And in that time, Saix Avar had risen to a state that far surpassed its former glory; Tribelands secure and stable, the hunting and crops plentiful, the cities growing proudly along the heights and branches of the massive Kr’cn trees, the tallest ones supporting a platforms for the vessels and ships, ports further down its height.
Jarek was pleased. It was not his accomplishment, not by far. He was only a month or so into his term as the Merd Cas’ten. It was the work and efforts of his ancestors, and the blessings of the Klan watching over them. Even so, he couldn't help but feel a touch of pride speed up the beating of his hearts as he looked out at the lights from the windows, the wind rustling the leaves of healthy Kr'cn trees, Tau, both young and old, stalking, playing and hunting within the branches and fields. He supposed any world leader would feel similar pride to see their healthy and strong, and felt a little guilt for indulging in it, but indulge he did.
He turned as the doors to the room swung open. The five Tau’ri stood at on guard outside, each one taken from one of the five pillars of the Sau’ri nation. Each a proud image of success in their training, each representing the strength each pillar had, and the strength they had when unified. He had little time to dwell on those somewhat romantic thoughts as the other four other Cas’ten gracefully entered. The doors closed behind them with a whisper, giving the group privacy. He smiled, his ear flicking in amusement as Luth, the priestess from the Tannic gratefully took her seat. She was the only one young then he, barely a kit past her Walking, but he would never tell her that. She could crush him like a bug, and wouldn't hesitate to prove that point either.
On the other hand, he could guide a ship through the mysteries of burst space, without a computer to do the calculations, doing them all on his own, with fair accuracy. A feat she would have to use the meld to acheive, and still without his skill. To each, his own, was what the Prime said. As the others took their seats, Jarek greeted them somewhat formally, pointing his claws at them then flitting his hand to the side, an old ritual to show acknowledgement of equals. "Wua A'guann," he side with a smile. It was a bit of teasing on his part, particularly since he was the one to call the assembling.