AU: I do not own any character related to My Little Pony Friendship Is Magic, I only play in their universe. I do not gain any money with this, it is only a little mental scape valve.
The fall of mankind.
Everything was lost, it felt as if they were days ago, but it was years since I could not think of peace. The last bastion of humanity no longer existed. Only a small fleet of ships was left. We lost the war for humanity.
Since the beginning of Gene Wars and after the Uprising Animalia, humanity was on the warpath. Never resting, always expanding, but this proved to be his undoing, expanding at an exponential rate. When the enemy offensive began, mankind stretched too thin to stop it. The enemy fell upon humanity as locusts fell on the grain. After the first sign of a communications blackout, they were enough to cut whole worlds of the communication network.
At first these communication blackouts were ignored, but when more and more worlds stopped sending signals the panic began. In one swift motion, fleets were called and armed to be sent to the silent worlds. After the first scouts returned and reported their findings, fleets stopped. The worlds that housed many souls did not exist 't think it was only that they were dead, o the planets barren. No, the whole star systems weren't there. Yes, whole star system where snuffed like they weren't there in the first place. Only space dust and some plasma remained of the systems. This was the beginning of the end. We love war wing and started tracking the movements of this new enemy. We believed to be more powerful and awash in our own arrogance launched to hunt the enemy fleets.
Oh, how wrong we were. The enemy was expecting this and the hunter became the prey, following the ships to their bases, the attack was just to make us react. To hit the hornet's nest if you like, to set new targets. The enemy does not know where our colonies were. But they could follow the energy signatures of our ships. And like lambs to the slaughter, we guide the enemy at the gates of our colonies.
We never saw it coming, fell on several worlds at once. And now only fifteen ships left, the remains of a large breed that ever went through the galaxy. Leaving only the last ships being older than the enemy cannot detect, because propulsion is as old as far back technology so that it takes years to move in space. We could be rocks floating in space for all I care.
They were pre-galactic as old colonial buildings that some thought to be myths. Made in the world cradle of humanity. Made of stone and metals, these ships are the last light in the eternal night of humanity. We are the remains of entire worlds. Old grudges aside. Established to heal old wounds. Once we fought together, we support each other now. The enemy knows that we are the last, and is hunting us. Because we are a plague to them, we are a blasphemy. The enemy is sterilizing the galaxy, and everything about us.
We believe they were the first to rise here in the Milky Way. They have the star power in their hands, if they have hands and we never saw them. They evolved to a point that they move their entire star systems to go with them and began to travel, we have never reached that point of technology and apparently never will. The first and only communication we received from them was a single line: "This was our home, and is infested We're back and we're eliminating the infestation.".
After the first covert attacks, it only took days to paralyze and eliminate almost all the colonies. We learned that they could "see" our engines, and the colonies stopped all traffic out of their systems. But it was only a stopgap. Since that did not stop in its brutal approach. After we lost almost a fifth of the colonies, they began making raids from the nearby star systems. If they found a trace of the energy of our engines, they eradicate the whole system. They were methodical in their approach and left nothing going on behind them. So humanity began its decline.
It all started when I was a little kid, and I am now an old man. They took years, but they did. The last of the men are with me, I'm just a lonely soldier, an old man. When I was twenty, my commander found the reference to the old colonial buildings in a database buried. Something so old, I could hardly understand technology, so old that could perhaps save us from the enemy. He took all the people he could and began searching for the ships and after ten long years, only two of us were left. We hit pay dirt in a system into oblivion, almost exhausted all resources. But with just the two of us, we could not restart the ships. We parted and I went to get a crew to the ship, but instead found only refugees escaping. They started losing hope, but gave them something and send as many people as I could to the system in the most discreet manner. It worked for a while, but the enemy found our secret, which only took five years, the enemy began with a rate renewed its annihilation. So it became a race against time to repair and move the ships. After some worlds were eliminated near my position, I admit that I did something cowardly and ran to the system where the ships were, and never look back. After a year repairing ships and eliminated nearly half of them out of service. They were so damaged that we use, torn parts to repair the others and for possible recycling. We started our journey to the farthest outpost in our maps. The trip took almost twenty years, but arrived well. On the way we picked up more people, some ships and saved all the technology and culture that we could. On our tour we found some systems destroyed, others lacked people and we got everything we could when we were passing by but never stopped moving, always moving, never stopping.
In my sixtieth birthday we arrived at our destination. We are happy to be there, but our happiness only lasted twenty years. Travelers never abandon our mentality, so many people never went down to the outpost, ships always move near the system, becoming a satellite of the same but never inside it. The people at the outpost never understood, but never spent a moment in life running from the enemy. Now, after all that time, I was tired, and grew old in the ships, were on the third generation within the ship now, when the patrols ceased.
The terror I felt that day was nothing new, after all we knew they were coming. Ordering that anyone close coupled with the colony ships and the blackout of anything that is not essential, I felt my heart almost fails me because for the first time in my life I was seeing the enemy. A massive dark shape against the stars, which covers almost half of the visual field. In a few minutes we witnessed the most powerful weapon known to mankind, in less than five minutes a pin of light was observed in the dark shape, then a spear of light poked the sun in the system that went supernova. Seconds after the explosion covered the entire system, something happened that made me shiver, looking like a burning cleaner, energy was being sucked into the dark shape, and there was no sign of the system. And so the dark form began traveling away from the last outpost of humanity.
Now, before entering the darkness, and needing a place to rest hoping to be left alone, looking for records and the founding of the ships encountered a callback function on computers, we began the exodus to the cradle to humanity. The food is not enough for everyone, so with a heavy heart announced the creation of the lottery. All children under ten years will be the winners by going into hibernation until we got to the cradle of humanity, the rest in a shift of twenty percent of the population became the minimum crew of vessels and never see the cradle, are responsible for the maintenance and repair of ships. The population should never change if one dies a new one awoke. If someone wants to have a baby you should put it into hibernation. Humanity must prevail now in my birthday number one hundred, I give you my successor all the knowledge that we gather. Be good, be happy, be fair.