Prologue: The Eleventh Hour
A tall figure, adorned in a glowing, blue armor suit, looked down from his balcony. Below, he saw Earth. The great, bountiful blue marble that had served as the home of his people for millennia, until recently…
Whatever land that remained was overly saturated with water, and the people that dwelt there once were forced to evacuate into space. For the damage wrought by the giant tsunamis from a great meteorite was simply too much. And the sentinel watching the ruin knew that its wounds wouldn't heal for a very long time.
Behind him, the exiled tenants of Earth were placing themselves into cold-sleep (cryogenic stasis), knowing that they had nowhere else to go. The sentinel had acknowledged that Earth would have a new tenant soon enough, and the people's only choice was to put their faith into them, no matter who they are.
More and more people placed themselves into their cryo-pods, placing their fates into the hands of chance. The sentinel took one last look at what Earth had become, "Farewell, our world." He said as he walked back into the station, "Polaris".
Sorry this was so short, but chapter 1 will be WAY longer.
