Ch'thyr'kahh R' Hirogen
Translated (Starfleet Standard [SFS]): Scroll of the Hirogen
Remoor
Translated (SFS): One
Out of the immortal darkness
From which all worlds of the universe are granted shape,
Etutheria appeared.
In the beginning,
It was a fragment of nothingness,
The merest speck of rock -
A pebble from the galactic beach long since cast off
By Gratta, He Who Governs The Universe.
Etutheria was unintended from conception.
It remained ignored at birth.
It stayed isolated throughout infancy.
Fed by bitter shadows and
Unbeknownst to Gratta, who was occupied elsewhere,
The tiny rock grew.
Etutheria blossomed,
Layer after layer,
Lifeform upon lifeform,
Continent by continent.
It grew, of its own volition, into a mighty planet.
In this - the dawn of all ages -
On this - the place that would spawn a legend named 'Hirogen' -
Awoke the beasts, large and small.
First came the K'rta Beasts,
Followed by the Flayy,
And then came the Irro.
Soon, there were too many to count.
Along with the creatures, Etutheria welcomed the plants -
The M'rini Reeds and Chepka Grass -
And the elements - the wind, the water, the flame -
Until, eventually, the world was so richly populated that it could
Only be called the Wild.
Across the world, the Wild roamed without discipline.
Etutheria knew no master.
There was no order but for chaos.
Life hosted no death.
Through the passage of time and
Driven by the abundance of spirit,
Etutheria awoke to life itself.
The world grew stronger.
As the beasts grew more powerful, so did Etutheria.
As the plants grew more plentiful, so did Etutheria.
As the elements waged war on one another, so did Etutheria
Draw strength from their collective and respective wraths.
The world breathed with each passing day
So strongly,
So exuberantly,
Until spirits could no longer survive singly, and
Breaking Day had arrived.
An inkling - a sliver of life - was given
By each of the living things
In the Wild.
From the K'rta came courage.
From the M'rini Reeds came height, posture.
From the wind came relentless pursuit.
Each living thing provided sustenance for
What was to come,
And with these elements was mixed
The bastard soil of Etutheria's own bossom.
Lightning flashed in the sky.
The Irro cried reverently in the open fields.
The Chepka Grass yielded.
As Etutheria was born without intent,
So did the world create life
To call its own.
From this brew sprang the new beast,
And He stood tall, naked,
The Wild looking on,
Waiting for Etutheria to speak His name.
Finally, the world spoke.
'Hirogen,' it said.
Wind howled through the trees,
For it knew that He would bring mastery to the world.
A chorus of Flayy sang his name in harmony
For they feared he would bring order to the chaos.
The M'rini Reeds bent in homage to him
For they understood that he would provide death for those chosen.
His name was Remoor.
He would bring balance to the Wild,
And his birthing cry on Breaking Day
Finally stirred Gratta himself.
Translated (Starfleet Standard [SFS]): Scroll of the Hirogen
Remoor
Translated (SFS): One
Out of the immortal darkness
From which all worlds of the universe are granted shape,
Etutheria appeared.
In the beginning,
It was a fragment of nothingness,
The merest speck of rock -
A pebble from the galactic beach long since cast off
By Gratta, He Who Governs The Universe.
Etutheria was unintended from conception.
It remained ignored at birth.
It stayed isolated throughout infancy.
Fed by bitter shadows and
Unbeknownst to Gratta, who was occupied elsewhere,
The tiny rock grew.
Etutheria blossomed,
Layer after layer,
Lifeform upon lifeform,
Continent by continent.
It grew, of its own volition, into a mighty planet.
In this - the dawn of all ages -
On this - the place that would spawn a legend named 'Hirogen' -
Awoke the beasts, large and small.
First came the K'rta Beasts,
Followed by the Flayy,
And then came the Irro.
Soon, there were too many to count.
Along with the creatures, Etutheria welcomed the plants -
The M'rini Reeds and Chepka Grass -
And the elements - the wind, the water, the flame -
Until, eventually, the world was so richly populated that it could
Only be called the Wild.
Across the world, the Wild roamed without discipline.
Etutheria knew no master.
There was no order but for chaos.
Life hosted no death.
Through the passage of time and
Driven by the abundance of spirit,
Etutheria awoke to life itself.
The world grew stronger.
As the beasts grew more powerful, so did Etutheria.
As the plants grew more plentiful, so did Etutheria.
As the elements waged war on one another, so did Etutheria
Draw strength from their collective and respective wraths.
The world breathed with each passing day
So strongly,
So exuberantly,
Until spirits could no longer survive singly, and
Breaking Day had arrived.
An inkling - a sliver of life - was given
By each of the living things
In the Wild.
From the K'rta came courage.
From the M'rini Reeds came height, posture.
From the wind came relentless pursuit.
Each living thing provided sustenance for
What was to come,
And with these elements was mixed
The bastard soil of Etutheria's own bossom.
Lightning flashed in the sky.
The Irro cried reverently in the open fields.
The Chepka Grass yielded.
As Etutheria was born without intent,
So did the world create life
To call its own.
From this brew sprang the new beast,
And He stood tall, naked,
The Wild looking on,
Waiting for Etutheria to speak His name.
Finally, the world spoke.
'Hirogen,' it said.
Wind howled through the trees,
For it knew that He would bring mastery to the world.
A chorus of Flayy sang his name in harmony
For they feared he would bring order to the chaos.
The M'rini Reeds bent in homage to him
For they understood that he would provide death for those chosen.
His name was Remoor.
He would bring balance to the Wild,
And his birthing cry on Breaking Day
Finally stirred Gratta himself.