A/N: Edit- okay, so this story used to be on my account Cataclysmic Entropy, but I decided it deserved to be here instead.
Yup, this is my story. The idea itself actually came from Angel 17, which is the story that Des is working on. We don't actually have the ability to co-author a story (we've tried…numerous times), but we thought that co-authoring an account would work.
So this chapter is basically a prologue to see if anyone would actually read this. It tells about the world (as I changed it). Hope you enjoy!
Side note: All other chapters will be longer. And I wished I owned Benedict Cumberbatch, but alas, I do not. Nor Bones. Nor Spock.
And I know it's short….
The wars changed everything.
It wasn't even like they could pin it on one specific war. It was simply a combination of the wars, all happening around the same time that caused the fall. The year was 2265.
The wars had started in 2025.
They had ended in 2125.
Some people took to calling the wars the 100-year War, even though most of the battles didn't relate to each other. No one bothered trying to specify by battle; instead, the specified by year.
The wars ended 140 years ago.
But the world hadn't changed.
There were still minor battles, but anyone caught was immediately tried and punished. The world was ruled by a set of Admirals; those who descended from the victors of the war.
They abused their power, using it to get away with whatever they wanted. The people suffered.
Some escaped. The invention of star ships and warp speed allowed for the rich to search for new planets to colonize.
Our planet may have been polluted, but the other worlds weren't. Which is why the rich ended up colonizing Mars.
But only the rich got permits to live on Mars. Everyone else simply suffered down on Earth.
Even most of the Admirals couldn't get passes to go up to Mars. But they didn't care. They were content to rule the pitiful people of Earth; after all, the Admirals controlled the ships.
And the ships weren't just for travel anymore. The world had become so overpopulated that there was no more room. And so people took to traveling by shuttle and living on ships. The ships varied in size and shape; there was only one constant. Each ship had connections to an Admiral.
