Title: Legends:Genesis
Author: Grey Bard
Pairing: J/A
Category: I don't know, what do you think?
Rating: PG-13 for general unpleasantness
Spoilers: First season
Comment - For Sabine and Mark and all of my Future-Farfic
predecessors.Thanks for the inspiration
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Preface to the Moyanii-Saga, Written 342 years AF (after founding).

These are the tales and this the record of the birthing times of our
people. The beginning of the Levathanii, the people of the living ships, the
far-star-wanderers. The origin of the star clans, we who fly freely, in the
time of Talyn, the first born Guardian-ship in the proud line of our swift
protectors. Here lie the tales of the Founding. Of the flight from
Peacekeeper pursuit, and the great war of the tiny crew against the great
armada. Of the raid on the slave base, and the generation of children
rescued to be raised in freedom. Of the start of the great spy network that
serves us still from the quiet efforts of Rygel the Great and his Nebari
sucessor. Of the brave Leviathans that broke free of their masters to flock
to our name. And of the conception of the Guardian-fleet in the
determination of Sun and Crichton, the first of the Guardians.

This is what made us what we are. We have a right to be proud. We have a
duty not to forget, for do we not owe the birthing times a debt for the
Founding? For all we hold dear? For, in many cases, our very existance? We
are the people of the astral winds. We have no base, no destination, no law
save our own. An unnamed number of our homeships are scattered through all
territories, charted and unknown, and where ever we go, there stands
freedom.

The Peacekeepers hate us, but what can they do? We have no planet to
defend, no loved ones on the dirtsides, what can they take from us? We are
as pollen on the wind, so many of us flung among the stars that for every
one that they might detect, ten go unknown.

Besides, they know too well that for every one of our ships lost, one of
the Guardian-fleet will answer the call and take a more than equal cost out
upon theirs. On dirt, all know that one of the Leviathanii taken, no matter
how young, is more trouble than worth. We are the survivors, the best of the
best.

Among our number are the cleverest minds and brightest spirits of a
thousand planets, for there are always those who would give all for freedom.
We hold no knowledge forbidden, no birth lowly, and no love shameful. The
greatest doctors and scientists, the finest poets and artists, and the most
devious millitary minds in all of known space come of the Leviathanii, but
no amount of fame or fortune could ever induce one of ours to leave us. Even
our ships, the homes of our people, know of the slave times. None wish the
need to repeat the early freedom raids of our anscestors. Any chain, no
matter how precious or beautiful, in anathema to us if it attempts to bind.

We may go officially on a hundred worlds, and are welcomed by the people of
ten times that number for the most exotic of trade and the best of
entertainment.

We are, all of us, both tech and warrior no matter what other skills we
own. As Leviathanii our children are raised wary and clever from the first.
We are a people of passion and peace, and the meeting of two clan-ships in
peacetime is a thing of wonder and joy; a festival and feast in one. But we
value freedom before all else. Should we call upon the Guardians, kin dead
and comrades lost, the very galaxy shivers in terror.

All Leviathanii are one people, every ship's clan a family, no matter what
species they are born to, and as one people we defend our own. We are the
refuge of the halfbreed, of the outcast, of the thinker. We are the tellers
of history and the keepers of truth, uncaring of dirtsider ambition or
prejudice.

We are as the founders of our people made us. Strong and shrewd and free.
They were wise enought to see that what began for them as exile became a
priviledge to be cherished. Thank you anscestors.

-J'than Sunmoyan, historian, Clan Mircha