fits in with the story, first happens, earth go boom, survivor, than bleh, here is the story:
Graal 2230
Life, Longevity, Liberty
Chapter 1 : Genesis
For countless generations, we had lived amongst the stars. When our ancestors first achieved space travel in the year 1998, we knew that we were destined for great things. We were wrong; dead wrong. Beginning with the development of our first phase-space reactors in 2043, our technology expanded rapidly as we expanded further and further. Soon, we came to the magnetic edge of the solar system…and we halted. We were not sure whether we should go on or not; were we ready? For decades, our society had built it self up to this.
And so, in 2066, the legendary Space Exploration Ship “Midas 7” punched its way outside of the solar system, and into free space, unrestricted by gravitational pulls from stars or planets, or any other sort of cosmic arrays. It was a legendary moment, and also the beginning of our downfall.
Full of pride, we believed we could control everything. Beginning with the subjugation of the Mother Planet, Juge. We, that is, Galahad, the Galactic Hand, believed that we were the proprietary rulers. And so, systematically, we began to take over. One world fell to us, and then the next. It came with a sense of intoxication; we could not lose, no one had the capability to defeat us.
In 2105, we had reached the pinnacle of our power. Our federation stretched across hundreds of worlds through dozens of galaxies. Technology was at its height, and humanity had never in its history enjoyed a greater sense of peace and freedom; or so we thought. There were still some out there who sought to remove us from power…but even they could not foresee the apocalypse.
Our first contact with “them” came in 2149, on a fringe world named Imrn. Archaeological digs there turned up evidence of a race older than we, and more advanced. Putting it all off as rumors, we closed down the site. Only to watch it, and Imrn, be mercilessly pummeled by an orbital bombardment days later. Not too long after, “they” began to appear across all of our federation, ruining what we had. Entire worlds became space dust before their onslaught, and before we knew it, trillions were dead, and we had been pushed back to the very edge, what we at the time called the “Dark Zone”…our own Solar System.
Chapter 2 : Exodus
We were alone; those we had taken now forsook us to return to their holes in the ground, afraid of this new enemy. We could not stand up to it; true to the records, they were far more advanced than we, and were outnumbered as well. So, we did what we could to hold off the tide of invasion. Huge energy barriers were thrown up around planets, giant planetary cannons constructed…but it was all in vain. They knew our home, they knew our plans, and so they advanced on the Mother Planet, Juge.
We quickly hurried plans for an evacuation. It was well known, even to our shattered public, that we would not survive; at least, not on Juge. The rest of the fleet was sent to halt their advance; thousands of ships against an unknown number of enemies…in what we hoped might be a final victory, a triumph over “evil”. Again, our arrogance did us in. As we watched mothers and fathers, sisters and brothers, cousins and friends burn in the vacuum of space, we realized that we had but one way out: retreat.
And so began our exodus. Fleeing from the red and green planet which had for so long harbored our wayward souls, we fled into the depths of space. In those final fleeting moments, we watched our planet implode into a fiery display of death and agony. We were few, and they were many…but they let us go. Was it so we could suffer?
Alas, we had no place to go. While we had long prepared for such an event, a destination was lost to us. We could not go to any populated zones, nor could we go to any heavily watched trading routes. We, Galahad, the Galactic Hand, had fallen, and were now homeless…but was it for long? In our most dire moment of need, we discovered a home…a derelict home, floating in vacuum…but a home none the less.
That was how we came to arrive here. Sigma-Copernicus, a once-active research station on the very fringe of the known galaxy. We were few, and alone, but we were strong, and through our own perseverance did we find ways to make due with our limited resources. At long last, in the year 2193, we had found a home.
Chapter 3 : Leviticus
We had a home. We had our lives back, but we were missing one thing: pride. We had nothing more to boast about…until we found that which we believed would bring us back to glory. Deep within this aging space station, we found it. NOPO. NOPO stands for Nanomachine Operated Production Organism. Able to produce for our benefit anything we desired, it saved not only our lives, but our honor.
Our population began to grow…Sigma-Copernicus was a large installation, capable of holding up to a million inhabitants, and there were but a few thousand. We had time to expand, or so it seemed. Very swiftly, they found us. We thought they had gone for good, leaving us to our miserable existence, but once again, for the third time, we were wrong.
They came upon us like a swarm, and we had no way of defense. No weapons, no shields…the station was a sitting duck. We attempted to hail them, to ask for peace, but to no avail, as it had always been. Black shapes, flying in the blacker darkness of space. As if by the grace of God himself, a member of our engineering team found an experimental mass-phasing device deep in the research chambers. It was our only hope. Even as airlocks were blown open and the enemy prepared to board us, we used what we considered to be a trump card…and it was all over.
The next any of us could remember, we were somewhere…else. An unknown location, in an unknown ship. It was not Sigma-Copernicus, nor was it anything we had remotely seen before. Nor were we all there; Some of us had lost brothers, some sisters, others had lost friends…they simply ceased to exist. Was it really righteous to pay such a cost for freedom? We debated this, over and over, as we sat alone in the dark...
And so our search for light began. Lost, we gave our new home a name. Asgard. It would be our own heaven, we would make it as such. The long road to recovery and to redemption lay ahead of us…as well as life. Survival in such an environment, without any “modern” conveniences would be…difficult, to say the least.
05-16-2002, 07:45 AM
I'm just wondering when that museum's coming around.... and if it's not really ready yet, I could put it in Zal... >:]
yeah.. I'm slacking off and surfing the boards...bad me 
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