It really is a strange sight. For reasons I do not want to explain, I cannot give you my name. But, a few days ago I returned from a place I, and everyone else thought to be a myth.

In the year 2265, planet Earth had conflict amongst its own people. News outlets and world leaders kept telling their people everything would be okay, and that they would "get through these tough times". Some 777 years later that turned out to be somewhat of a lie.

Earth's countries continued to hate each other until a fourth world war broke out. Unlike the third this one ended in total disaster. It wasn't until we were all sent off world did we understand what actually happened. Multiple nukes launched all over the globe. When they exploded select people were affected. Those who suffered collapsed immidiatly, others withered over time. And then there those who were unaffected, no blood, coughing, or injury or illness of any kind. These people were called the Americans.

When the world saw that these Americans were the last ones standing, those who were slowly withering away managed to hold on just a little bit longer through advanced medical tech, allowing them enough time to flee the planet. Earth's air was now polluted and uninhabitable for anyone who wasn't American blood. They were left there to claim and conquer Earth's land, water, and animals to themselves.

My ancestors who were now floating in space, healed themselves over time. It was when they were well did they discover what was in these bombs that sent them away. They floated through the stars for a few months before reaching Mars. There we recolonized and got a fresh start. The population grew to what it once was before the war. And its been peaceful ever since. Thats the tale that we were all told. But.. thats the thing. Its just that. A tale. I wanted the truth.

The man who accpeted the role of our ruler is a descendent of the man who founded us here on Mars. The role has been passed down from generation to generation. In the eyes of our government, it would be wrong for the mext ruler to not be a direct descendent if not atleast some sort of descendent from their predecessor. So you can imagine what secrets are held within that circle of family.

Being a Space Ranger means you take orders from these people. The relationship between space rangers and the "founders" as they call themselves, has been nothing but obediant. As space rangers, its not our place to ask questions, but to follow orders. Because the "founders" have "everyones best interest at heart!" Dont get me wrong. The founders have taken great care of its people for years. But what most people dont think about is... how?

How have we not had any contact with any outside life for 777 years? Surely with the population we have amassed to must draw some attention, wether its the good or the bad kind. That along with the founder is suspicious enough. I once sat to meet with him on the debreifing a mission just before I left for this trip. When me and my commanding officer spoke with him, the way he spoke... It screamed that he was hiding something about our past. His office had art of all of Mars' previous founders on the walls.

When my CO had him distracted I took it upon myself to snoop around some. Thats when I found a small leather book. It was tucked behind one of paintings. I knew when I took it that it would only be a matter of time before the founder realised it was missing. I immidiatly opened the book once I reached my quarters. In short, the founder's ancestors had launched the nukes of gas during the war. And their scientists had made special modifications to the gas to ensure it wouldn't affect American blood. Thus pinning the blame on them. I didn't have words to describe how... betrayed, if thats the right terminology, I felt. Why would a man murder his own people and blame the Americans?

Being that I joined our space forces when I was 12, its all I've ever known. So it was easy for me to highjack one of our fighter ships and plot a course to this "Earth".

Once I arrived, I landed touched down on it's moon. There I found a small, empty base. Inside was what appeared to be early versions of our modern technology. I was quickly drawn to one device inside. It looked to be an early model of a camera. I don't know why I took it, other than me wanting it, but I did.

I walked over a nearby hill. It was then I saw Earth. It was beautiful, unlike that rock called Mars. Mars was the boring same reddish brown all over. Earth was a wonderful sight. Mixtures of green, blue, white , and even some tan were all blended together on this planet. The Americans must still be thriving. There were lights shining from their continents and all over the globe.

I knew I had to get some of my space unit to come join me so we could visit Earth's lands and tell them the truth of what happened between our people nearly 1000 years ago. Perhaps then we would figure out why they were forced to take the blame for the outcome of the war. And maybe if we were successful enough we could reside peacefully with one another once more.

So now that I've returned, I want to call any and all space rangers to join me in my quest. I realise that you may not respond wonderfully to a man over a holovideo who's face isn't shown. But I ask you to trust me, even if you have no reason to. Mars was never our home, Earth was. And I would want nothing more than to settle these lies and mysteries between us and the Americans. I'm sure they could say the same once they discover what I just told you all.

And to the civilians hearing this, I urge you to have a change of heart towards the Americans. What happened was not their fault. They didn't force us off Earth. The founders of their time did. Its been a secret passed down, one that I would be ashamed to keep.

But don't worry my fellow civilians, when we return we will have the priviledge to go home. We will be able to live in harmony amongst one another unlike our ancestors.

The blue screen went blank, ending the annonymous space ranger's message all over the planet.