[center][h1]History in the making[/h1][/center]     

     Our world; wet humidity, hot sandy days, cold frosty nights, the grasslands and shrubs that cover the ground near our homes… We have thrived here since the mountains of this world were little hills, while the continents were but a single large mass of land. Over several centuries of our civilization’s continued existence we have flourished and made rise to many different dynasties and empires. 

     Our influence amongst other colonies of our kind reaches far. Rivals of our kind, the colonies of the falsely enlightened also have an influence on some if not half our original species. Through beliefs and traditions, divided we were. Our history runs deep; we were once united under one large Colony, a power to be reckoned with on our world, however, at a certain point in our history, a few Queens and their loyal subjects split apart from the large colony, and like that the seeds of what was to come were sowed.

     When they had returned, they had established their grip on the outer colonies which grew to such great sizes that they rivaled our own. The [i]“Enlightened Ones”[/i], they came to call themselves. They mentioned that their way of life was superior and only those that followed their heretical calls would prosper; unfortunately, another large chunk then fell off the once large Colony, despite our attempts to reason with them, the results that followed were grim. After the negotiations were made, we stood among the remains of eviscerated queens and their dismembered bodyguard.

     Thus was the spark that drove our parties to war, but as much as we fought, we were no match for their superior numbers. Time after time, our tactics were used against us… time after time, we were a step behind. Weakened and battered, we were forced from our homes to seek new lands, taking what was left of our civilization, a shambling ruin of its former self. We have founded ourselves a new Colony, and neighboring colonies of our kind, newfound allies who quickly joined us and aided in our plight, and with this we grew quickly, and reconsolidated our losses. After some time we fought again, from the mountains to the grasslands, we drove them to their homes and razed them to the ground. Mercy was a privilege we refused to grant our defeated prisoners. We were gaining the upper hand.

     In the course of several months, we came to regain our lost homes and territories, and rebuilt our once proud civilization. We pushed on against our enemy, only to find that they were prepared for us.  The Battle of a Hundred Stars began. This conflict at the tip of both our territories have led to large amounts of casualties, using many different weapons, tactics, and strategies to inflict gruesome fatalities that will not be easily forgotten by the sands of time. 
     Our pain would match theirs, it prolonged the war to the point that it made the sand we treaded upon melt into glass, the glow from our weapons, and the clashing of our claws and blades light up and fill the night with the lights and sounds of battle.

      Our species  is a war torn one, our allies are few and far between, our races spread out amongst the sandy terrain of our desolate home, and in the midst of all, only the few stand to resist the control of the falsely enlightened; only a few remain standing with the remnants of our once proud Empire. 

     Only a few remain [i]free[/i]. 

     The Battle of a Hundred Stars ended with a ceasefire, as the war progressed for many months with no clear victor.

     In the course of growing and learning we have encountered new people, and new civilizations. People of sky-descent were discovered to have been studying us, and not surprisingly, we have silently observed them as well. Our people have lived countless generations in fear of the falsely enlightened, in fear of their oppression and their hate… but we fear no longer, for both our enemies and ourselves now stand on even ground, and the colony silently waits for its rise once again.

     At the present, we have been observing our enemy.  It seems the explorers went to study them too. The welcome they received was quite rough, yet they still managed to study their unique differences,  and through them we have learned about our enemy. Perhaps one day we will end the war the right way. We bide our time, patiently, seeking information tangentially, through their passing conversations recorded into memory, and when we translate what they’re saying, we will gain the upper hand once again.

     But knowing ourselves, they are also hoping to interpret their language; though for the explorers, their small feeble outposts will not hold up to their aggressiveness. They will try to conquer them, and proceed to experiment on them. We must put a stop to their schemes at all costs, for we are too valuable to each other and we cannot afford any loss. The explorers must and will be protected by any means necessary, even if it means breaking the treaty that we have with the False Prophets.

     The clouds are brewing with a storm of war, ready to consume us. We are on the precipice, the standing legion of exoskeletons and machinery, our males and females oath-sworn to loyalty. They are ready to fight and die for the freedom of their kin, with great pride and valor they lay their lives on the line. We are ready, and we are braced for the oncoming storm upon us. May the gods of old help us if we are not, for this war will not end with a treaty; it will mean the complete annihilation of either one of the warring parties. We, the free, or the False ones. 
     
     [b][i]In the end, only one will be left standing, only one will stand the test of time.[/i][/b]