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They are the oldest race in the entire universe. When the first star collapsed in upon itself, they were born. Living in the event horizon of black holes, they dance the thin line between existence and nothingness. Their species is spread throughout the entire fabric of reality, inhabiting every area in the universe. They have annihilated thousands of sentient species, destroyed millions of worlds, and taken trillions of lives, yet they are not evil.
They harbor no emotions at all. When they kill, they do so without malevolence, without anger, without spite. They are indifferent to the suffering of other beings because they themselves cannot feel pain. They are a race whose sole purpose, their reason for existence, is to destroy. They are the culmination of nature's most basic principle: survival of the fittest. They keep a silent vigil from their home on the edge of reality waiting for a sign. It may come in many forms, but there is always an event that signals the height of a civilization's evolution. Once receive that signal, they leave their black depths and proceed to determine whether or not the species was fit to exist. Their cousins had discovered races that were worthy of surviving, and left them to flourish in their own galaxies. But these had not.
They have had many names throughout the millennia, each one being given to them by a race whom they wiped out of existence. Their latest is Necron. No one before had discovered what motivated them, what drove them to destroy. It is not for gaining of territory, for they extinguish suns and annihilate planets. It is not for pleasure, for they could never understand the feeling. It is not for revenge, for they have never been wronged. It is not out of evilness, for they are no more evil than a hurricane or super nova. But someone figured it out.
The race that was believed to have assembled the species upon the planets of Tycho were they. Known as the Amnae, they were once a great federation of planets just as the Coalition was. They were a beautiful species, taking pleasure in creation and the betterment of themselves. They knew of ki, and used to shape the definition of their race. The Amnae were at the height of their cultural evolution while man was hunting mastodons and living in caves. Their leaders possessed great powers, and would have been nearly unstoppable warriors if they had known what war was. Then they came.
In the Amnae tongue they were called the Destroyers of Worlds, and nearly wiped out the entire Amnae species. World after world of prosperity fell to the invaders. A few Amnae however, managed to escape and fled far away from their burning civilization. They discovered the reason for the Destroyers' actions, the method to their madness.
Knowing the reason for their defeat lay in their inherent passiveness, a ragtag group of refugees searched a foreign part of the galaxy for an answer to their dilemma. There was little sentient life in the area, and those that existed were quite primitive and disorganized. But the Amnae survivors knew they had potential.
Gathering the most prospective species, they deposited them on the four inhabitable planets of a large star system. The Amnae left behind various, basic units of technogy in hopes that the fledgling races would learn, in time, to use them. They knew the only way to defeat the Destroyers was to wage war against them, something the Amnae could not do. Once the gathering was complete, they left that galaxy and continued their relocating until the invader's fleet tracked them down. The Amnae were wiped out of existence a thousand years before the rise of the Coalition.
So it was now the time of the Galactic Coaltion to prove themselves. They did not know it, but they were being given the test to determine whether they were fit to survive. They had an advantage over their Amnae forefathers in that they knew of war. In fact, they were much more violent that the Amnae could have dreamed. But, they managed to assemble a system that worked, despite all the suffering, wars, and persecution they had inflicted upon themselves. They would wage the greatest war in the history of their universe to find if they were fit to exist.
To their luck, the Coalition had managed to develop weapons and vehicles nearly on par with the Necrons. Space was the only place where the battlefield was truly equal. In the manipulation of ki however, they still had great leaps to make before they could compete with Necron fighters. But in the middle of the great war, a small group of warriors was assembling. They would push themselves to the very limits of their being. Their sole focus was to become stronger, faster, and better. They would be the ones to challenge the Necrons' greatest destroyers.
Once the final battle was joined, it would be known if the small band of warriors could ensure the survival of the Coalition. No one knew how it would turn out, but it was certain that when the smoke had cleared and the dust had settled, nothing would ever be the same.
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So, that's all for now folks! Chapter fifteen will be done sometime this weekend. Now I am out of prewritten material, so it may be awhile between updates. But do not fear, my friends, I shall return...
They are the oldest race in the entire universe. When the first star collapsed in upon itself, they were born. Living in the event horizon of black holes, they dance the thin line between existence and nothingness. Their species is spread throughout the entire fabric of reality, inhabiting every area in the universe. They have annihilated thousands of sentient species, destroyed millions of worlds, and taken trillions of lives, yet they are not evil.
They harbor no emotions at all. When they kill, they do so without malevolence, without anger, without spite. They are indifferent to the suffering of other beings because they themselves cannot feel pain. They are a race whose sole purpose, their reason for existence, is to destroy. They are the culmination of nature's most basic principle: survival of the fittest. They keep a silent vigil from their home on the edge of reality waiting for a sign. It may come in many forms, but there is always an event that signals the height of a civilization's evolution. Once receive that signal, they leave their black depths and proceed to determine whether or not the species was fit to exist. Their cousins had discovered races that were worthy of surviving, and left them to flourish in their own galaxies. But these had not.
They have had many names throughout the millennia, each one being given to them by a race whom they wiped out of existence. Their latest is Necron. No one before had discovered what motivated them, what drove them to destroy. It is not for gaining of territory, for they extinguish suns and annihilate planets. It is not for pleasure, for they could never understand the feeling. It is not for revenge, for they have never been wronged. It is not out of evilness, for they are no more evil than a hurricane or super nova. But someone figured it out.
The race that was believed to have assembled the species upon the planets of Tycho were they. Known as the Amnae, they were once a great federation of planets just as the Coalition was. They were a beautiful species, taking pleasure in creation and the betterment of themselves. They knew of ki, and used to shape the definition of their race. The Amnae were at the height of their cultural evolution while man was hunting mastodons and living in caves. Their leaders possessed great powers, and would have been nearly unstoppable warriors if they had known what war was. Then they came.
In the Amnae tongue they were called the Destroyers of Worlds, and nearly wiped out the entire Amnae species. World after world of prosperity fell to the invaders. A few Amnae however, managed to escape and fled far away from their burning civilization. They discovered the reason for the Destroyers' actions, the method to their madness.
Knowing the reason for their defeat lay in their inherent passiveness, a ragtag group of refugees searched a foreign part of the galaxy for an answer to their dilemma. There was little sentient life in the area, and those that existed were quite primitive and disorganized. But the Amnae survivors knew they had potential.
Gathering the most prospective species, they deposited them on the four inhabitable planets of a large star system. The Amnae left behind various, basic units of technogy in hopes that the fledgling races would learn, in time, to use them. They knew the only way to defeat the Destroyers was to wage war against them, something the Amnae could not do. Once the gathering was complete, they left that galaxy and continued their relocating until the invader's fleet tracked them down. The Amnae were wiped out of existence a thousand years before the rise of the Coalition.
So it was now the time of the Galactic Coaltion to prove themselves. They did not know it, but they were being given the test to determine whether they were fit to survive. They had an advantage over their Amnae forefathers in that they knew of war. In fact, they were much more violent that the Amnae could have dreamed. But, they managed to assemble a system that worked, despite all the suffering, wars, and persecution they had inflicted upon themselves. They would wage the greatest war in the history of their universe to find if they were fit to exist.
To their luck, the Coalition had managed to develop weapons and vehicles nearly on par with the Necrons. Space was the only place where the battlefield was truly equal. In the manipulation of ki however, they still had great leaps to make before they could compete with Necron fighters. But in the middle of the great war, a small group of warriors was assembling. They would push themselves to the very limits of their being. Their sole focus was to become stronger, faster, and better. They would be the ones to challenge the Necrons' greatest destroyers.
Once the final battle was joined, it would be known if the small band of warriors could ensure the survival of the Coalition. No one knew how it would turn out, but it was certain that when the smoke had cleared and the dust had settled, nothing would ever be the same.
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So, that's all for now folks! Chapter fifteen will be done sometime this weekend. Now I am out of prewritten material, so it may be awhile between updates. But do not fear, my friends, I shall return...