The signal never changed. Never fluctuated and was broadcast consistently. A clarion call.
They Are Coming. Prepare Yourselves.
They Are Coming. Prepare Yourselves.
Overcoming
the shock of affirmation, the world finally took action. Various
governments and nations reactivated space research, with the express
intent of communicating with the source of the signal. Intelligent
minds, researchers, quantum theorists, and all manner of scientists were
identified and given the burden of developing space communication and
flight technologies.
A few hundred years passed, and
Earth got more desperate as the amplitude of the signal became more
urgent in tone. Exasperated by years of little to no real progress,
Earth sent a call for help to the Originators, beseeching them guidance on needed technological development. Humans have failed to create
a space worthy vessel that was capable of faster than light travel.
Entire countries were ruined in the testing stages, their investment
going up in smoke every time a theory was put into action. Resource was
getting even more tight.
It would seem that the
Originators had suddenly decided to stop communicating with Earth, their
messages now nothing more than garbled mathematical improbabilities.
Years we stood on tenterhooks hoping for a positive reply but nothing
came. Silence for decades.
One early morning on year
2672, 0505 hours, a sudden beam of light poured out of the peak in the
Himalayas, shooting straight to the heavens. A few moments later, the
famed K2 was no longer there. In its wake, was an enormous vessel, organic in design, with its turrets and spires, elongated tubules and
sweeping curves.
First contact occurred seconds later,
simultaneously across the globe. Thousands of children of those most
closely tied to Project Origin all suddenly hung in the air with their heads snapped back, eyes filled with
light and screaming warnings and the invitation to come to the leveled
peak.
...
The Originators looked
amazingly like humans, albeit with a more pronounced beauty and height,
averaging 7 feet tall. Their skin, if inspected closely enough had
the dewy translucence of a baby. Their voices command a sense of
authority yet somehow placating.
Their coming to Earth
had been a matter of debate amongst their kind, with most factions
insisting that Earth must grow at its own pace, unaided by outside
forces. A small group however were concerned about a race of plunderers known as the Eyeless, that were scouring the great
expanse of the cosmos colonizing and decimating entire worlds before
moving onto the next hapless world. Once a noble and proud race that
co-evolved with the Originators, the Eyeless descended into madness and
rejected all forms of non violence, further corrupting their potential.
The race grew twisted and despised all that rejected their way of life.
The
Originators still attempted to reason and succour for peace, much to
their own detriment. Finally, in what was the greatest war of their age,
the Originators led a planet wide battle against the Eyeless and
dealt them a crushing defeat. Yet, instead of total annihilation of the
vengeful race, the Originators took pity upon the remainders, perhaps
brought about the realization that in the Great War, they too had turned
into exactly what they were warning against. The Originators,
remorseful of their fall from grace by the attempted genocide of the Eyeless, turned inward and focused on the evolution of
more lofty pursuits. The Talborii faction was tasked with protecting
their home-verse.
The remnants of the Eyeless were
round up and sent out to the furthest reaches of space. Prisoners of
their own unwillingness in a vessel. They were supposed of have died out
as a race, floating in the sea of nothingness. However, what happened
was something no one anticipated. In their hunger, the Eyeless turned
against each other and became even more bent. Somehow, the strongest
among them developed a kind of co-operative hive mind and commandeered
their prison ship towards a new space facing culture. They inflicted
such devastating harm onto the race of this planet and their population
exploded. Seething with rage and a hunger for vengeance, they developed
their own space faring ability by enslaving the remnant pockets of the peoples of their
colonized world.
The Eyeless were finally capable of
space travel but in a quirk of fate, retained their most basal barbaric
instincts, favouring the chaos and destruction of war and the consumption
of lives and resources everywhere. They were however still dangerous
due to their exceedingly quick breeding. Over the countless aeons, the
Eyeless have evolved into a wave of death on a galactic scale.
The
wave of Eyeless shot out tendrils even wider across space and will
soon find more living worlds to harvest and plunder. Only the most
technologically superior cosmic races has managed to stave off their
coming. Earth was next in its course and once it arrives, Earth will
have no defence unless steps are taken.
The Talborii
faction, charged with the policing of the Eyeless had defiantly opted
to warn Earth of its impending death, before the remnant gem of the Solar
system is ravaged as countless others before it.
The clock is ticking.
