A/N Greetings, Earthlings. So I've always loved the concept of the Beforan ancestors so here, I'm writing my headcannon for them in a long fic. So enjoy. A couple of friends and I spent hours just coming up with these names. I'll list them here for your convenience. Not all of the characters are exactly as one might expect them, we tweaked each of their characters to fit the plot and circumstances just right. Well enjoy this story! I don't own Homestuck. Thanks to Eri and Tav for helping me out with this.

Character Names:

Feferi- Her Imperious Mercifulness (The Merciful for short)

Eridan- (Redeemer) Halfsoul

Gamzee- The Grand Highblood (Yeah we didn't see a reason to change his name)

Equius- The Dispatch/The Mechanic

Vriska- Informer Mindfang

Terezi- The Overseer

Kanaya- The Countess

Nepeta- The huntress

Sollux- The Ψiioniic/The Impaired

Tavros- The Mutineer

Aradia- The Director/The Casualty

Karkat- The Signless/The Pitiable

Prologue

Her Imperious Mercifulness paced up and down the throne room, her moirail leaning against one of the many intricately carved pillars. He sighed and crossed his arms in disinterest as he listened to The Merciful blabber on about whatever system it was that she wanted to implement.

"Halfsoul, you know I can't just let them run loose. My first act as empress should be something beneficial to all trolls, not just the coolbloods or warmbloods. It has to be this way. The cull system will fix all of the issues with the dying young."

He only picked at his fingernails in partial interest, "I'm just pointin' out that no one really needs this system you're talkin' about. Let the weaklings die off. If they don't survive they didn't deserve to live in the first place."

"They are children! They should get equal opportunities under all circumstances."

"Well, Merciful, I don't know why you're talkin' to me about it since you aren't takin' anythin' I say into consideration."

"Eridan!"

He raised his eyebrows, "Feferi."

She sighed, "I understand your concern, but trust me, it'll be better this way. The Cull System will make sure the needy and disabled still have a place in our society."

Halfsoul shook his head, "You're just openin' a can a' worms, Mercy. I won't say I told you so."

He turned and left with a swirl of his cape. He always was one for grand exits. He had a job to get back to. There was a reason he was called "Halfsoul" and it wasn't a pretty one.

Sweeps passed by and the young empress's system seemed to work. Those who volunteered for the Cull System and were examined properly were admitted. The Cull Center became a place of community for the disabled and needy, a place of rest for the elderly and sick, and a place of support for all.

The Merciful found herself happy with the system's progress in spite of Halfsoul's objections. She began implementing more and more requirements and systems, tying the Cull Centers of everywhere around the world into one big system that became a central part of the culture.

She created new standards, little changes over sweeps and sweeps. She eventually made testing for the Cull System the norm among lowbloods and began admitting criminals claiming they were of the category "Mental disability".

Nigh half a century passed and soon enough it was expected of nearly every lowblood to be culled for one reason or another, and only the strongest and most assertive of lowbloods lived outside the Cull Center.

Two such lowbloods were a couple of rustbloods known as The Mutineer and The Director.

The Mutineer ran up the hillside, his feet speeding over the ground almost as if he were flying. The footsteps of the empress's Escorts pattering behind him. Just a little further, he thought as he glanced over at The Director.

She looked back at him with hair flying wildly behind her. She grinned and sped up as if they weren't running to keep their freedom, but simply racing The Mutineer in sport. He offered a soft smile in return and sprinted faster as the woods came into sight. He darted into the undergrowth, taking The Director's hand and crouching down to be masked by the vegetation.

He placed a hand over his own mouth, trying to keep his breathing quiet as the escorts passed by. The Director chuckled quietly after they'd all passed, leaning on The Mutineer in a hug, "Nothing like the present, is there?"

He laughed and hugged her in return, "There certainly isn't." He stood up and offered her a hand, "We'd better get moving."

She took his hand and stood, readjusting her torn up skirt, "Indeed, we might want to switch locations again soon, they're getting uncomfortably close to the base lately."

He nodded, "Better start heading to the next town over."

"Heard the Cull Center there is the largest on Beforus," The Director smirked, "Good to know we'll be lessening those numbers."

The Mutineer leaned down and kissed The Director's forehead, "Let's get moving then."

The Director took ahold of his hand and began running off, "I'll need to get the Center's layout somehow, can you get in and out?"

The Mutineer ran after her, a smile plastered across his face, "I might be able to get in and out quickly. If worse comes to worse you go on ahead and wait for me at the next town."

The Director slowed to a walk, "If you don't reappear within a perigee I'm coming after you."

The Mutineer stopped with The Director's hand in his, "Aradia. Don't. I'll be fine. If I don't make it out, you just keep moving. I'll figure it out eventually."

The Director rolled her eyes and started walking back, "You know I guarantee nothing, Tav. I'll come get you if you don't come back within a perigee and that's final."

The mutineer sighed and pressed a kiss to The Director's cheek, "Fine. Just be careful," He paused before whispering, "Pale for you."

The Director smiled and hugged around the mutineer's middle, "Pale for you, too."

And with that they walked through the wooded area back to the little camp they'd been calling home for almost a perigee. It was time to move again.

The Merciful rested in her coon, her fingers running through Halfsoul's hair, "There was another breakout today."

Halfsoul hummed in acknowledgement, "And what do you expect me to do about it? I only kill lusii, send The Overseer or The Dispatch to take care of it."

The Merciful sighed and leaned her head on Halfsoul's chest, "I already did, but they can't seem to pin them down. There are two trolls who keep showing up every time there's a breakout, but they keep managing to escape and head to a different town. I've sent out a warning to all the Cull Centers to keep an eye out so hopefully we can keep them from hurting more people."

"Fef, you're goin' about this all wrong. Just let the lowbloods do their thing, why should we have to take care a' them. If they want out, let them out."

The Merciful shook her head, "They wouldn't survive outside the Cull Centers."

Halfsoul sighed, "Then just let them die."

"Eridan!"

"I'm just pointin' out the facts a' the matter, but I guess you won't listen."

Halfsoul sat up a bit to wrap his arms around The Merciful, "If you ever change your mind, you know where to find me."

The Merciful sighed and leaned into his arms, closing her eyes, "Well, good day, Eridan."

She leaned up and pressed a slow kiss to his lips before settling into his arms and drifting to sleep.

"Good day, Fef."

He sighed and kissed his matesprit's forehead, wishing she would just see reason.

Miles away a small troll was hatched in a cavern and a jadeblood countess picked him up staring at the little red grub, "Hello there, young one."