Prolouge
As told by John Leeroy [M.10.18.2405.Mar.349582.126A.Hu]
Hello and greetings. My name is John Leeroy of the race 126A, the human race, or homo homo homo sapiens. I am an eveloutionary descendent of the homo homo sapiens and the homo sapiens. I was born on the planet Mars in the sytem SOL-15 on the Earth year 2405 C.E. And I have a story to tell you.
I used to be only one of trillions of humans, the dominant species in the milky way galaxy. Unlike all other dominants, such as the Andalites and the Yoorganaughts, we do not fight. Well, that would be understating it a bit, but the highest weapon that our small, but sufficent military is a mere proton-shift weapon. That doesn't matter, because the dominant species must be diplomatic, and be incredibly hardy and pioneering. We fit all of those descriptions.
From that historical day in 2004 when we launched the first space colony, we have spent every cent in our pockets and every second of every day trying to reach the stars. Our space technology is unrivaled and it considered by many sentinet species to be the best made ever, even better than the legendary pelamites. We never conquer, only colonize, and we have made contacts with other galaxies. We thought nothing would stop us in our glorious campaign for peace and prosperity among all peoples.
But we were wrong.
As if it was repeated from history, a race called the Scythes entered our galaxy from nowhere. We did have the sufficent weapons to fight them, but it was over before it began. They released biological weapons all over our colonized planets, seeking to destroy humans and ONLY humans for reasons that never have been determined. Trillions upon trillions died in that one fateful year, 2423, C.E. I saw the pain. I saw the suffering. I saw the death and destruction that the Scythes made.
We were not ready for any disease, since we altered our chemistry to make it impossible for any known illness to enter our body. But this wasn't a know one, so no matter how hard we tried, we could not escape.
Well, I did for one. And 30 more from the planet Mars. Maybe a total of 3,000 from all the colonized planets within contact in the sector of the galaxy. Hardly enough to be called a race, but strong enough to become one again. We gather all forces of our race that we could find, which totaled 3,265 exactly, and began looking for a suitable place to settle.
Our ship's captain and one of my close friends chose a planet that was very similar to mars, except not in the terraformed state that we were so used to. It took aout 10 years for it to become livable, and our harmonious repopulation began.
But, for how long would it last?
My name is John Leeroy of Mars. This is my tale.
A/N: So, how'd you like it? More coming soon.