A/N: Hello Everyone! Before we get started I would like to say a few words about this fic. This will be my first ever published fic (YAY!). I have been working on it for many years, and this is the 3rd version of it.
This fic is ultimately an experiment. And due to its experimental nature, it doesn't quite read like a normal fanfic. In fact, I've been told that it reads like a novel. It is a blending of several different genres, including sci-fi and mystery. Information and its distortion are huge in this fanfic. No single character, save the narrator, has all the answers. In fact, they are often wrong.
I should also warn that there's a fair amount of blood and death in this fic, including suicide and murder, with more in the later chapters. A good comparison in this regard would be fullmetal alchemist: brotherhood. If you could stomach that, you should be able to stomach this.
Because I'm new, I will not be surprised at all if I make mistakes. This fic deals with a lot of sensitive topics and I'm doing my best to be respectful. Constructive criticism and encouragement are both welcome!
I would also like to thank cowgirlangel95 for betaing for me. She is wonderful
Lastly, I do not own Doctor Who, Sherlock Holmes, or any other fandom mentioned, nor am I making any money off of them. Please do not sue me. I am a good noodle
So, Onward!
I am not telling you my story for pity or sympathy–for I did in fact get what I deserved–but rather, because trillions of years in the shadows of my punishment have eroded my mind into a shell of what it once was and will soon claim this story as a casualty. The universe deserves the truth. What happened on the planet Alanaka the month of Seline in the year 5007 (December 2051 if you're an earthling) was the result of hundreds of mistakes, failures, and tragedies, an earthquake in the very fabric of history, a breaking point. This is a story about death and change, in which lives were shattered and worlds destroyed. This is about a fracture.
I suppose I should give you, the reader, a little background. According to the legends of today, the history of Ri began billions of years ago, when the Old Gods decided to create the universe. They sung the first stars and galaxies into existence, as well as primordial beings such as their children the New Gods and the mysterious Ethereals that pass through the planes of existence. The universe was perfect and pristine. And lifeless. Exhausted by their labor, the Old Gods passed into a deep sleep, leaving the universe to the New Gods. it was the New Gods who created life, spreading and seeding it throughout the universe. One of these enclaves of life was Alanaka, the Mother World, as it would come to be called by its inhabitants. This world, the fourth from its star, came to be after the collision of three neutron stars created an explosion so powerful that it formed a rift in space-time and created a nebula seeded with a new element: starcrystal. The yellow-white star Numai formed from the nebula on this rift, as well as the other worlds of the Phoenician Nebula.
It was here that the first Ri were said to crawl out of the mud fully formed. But chaos soon abounded. Tribes formed and were in a constant state of warfare. But soon they coalesced into nations. And nations were conquered. Until there were only few left including the domain of the Lords of Archipelaga. In the War to End All Wars, the Arcipelagan Lords conquered the rest of the world in a victory that would prove to be short-lived: The Cataclysm, the twin scourges of the comet that exploded over Pangaea and the plague of Necroma virus, decimated the population and eradicated the Megafauna and most other living creatures. However, this was not before the Achipelagan Lords sent 40 space-arcs to neighboring worlds in the Phoenician Nebula, 29 of which survived.
What would be the thirty worlds of the Phoenician Union developed in isolation from one another, until one day when faster-than-light space travel was discovered. The worlds began to trade and grow with each other. But they did not escape extra-Alanakan attention. The war with the Chula changed everything. In a quick victory with the fastest faster-than-light ships engineered in the Orion Sector yet, the Ri defeated the Chula and united into the Phoenician Union. By the year 5007 of the Age of High Technology, the Phoenician Union dominated the galaxy economically.
Of course history is written by the victors. History is ripped apart and sewn back together with new pieces. Lies are incorporated, and uncomfortable truths stuffed into the back of the closet. In recounting this story-and by extension my story-I have attempted to remain as close to the truth as possible. I have gone through great lengths to accomplish this task which destiny or chance, depending on how you look at it, has given to me.
After much agonizing thought, I have decided to start with the morning of Thursday, Seline 2nd, 5007 when the private detectives Marjorie O'Sullivan and Daniel I. Lee were assigned to investigate the unusual suicide of a college student 5 years before. I have chosen them and this morning over myself and my death in an overcrowded hospital, over the disgrace of the forgotten prince, or the rise of the mad emperor, the hybrid slain in cold blood and the siblings who found him, and the devastation of the Doctor. I chose these two people, a human and a Ri, among the thousands who played a crucial role in the chain of events because they started from what they thought was an objective position. Because they were thrown into the middle of the maelstrom and tried to make sense of it by working backwards. It is through their story that I wish to tackle the greater issues at stake, and what they mean for the future. And so on to the story.