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EnarrIt all began sometime in the mid-2000s.
We donât know what the start of it was. Natural mutations in our DNA, some crazy science experiment, or straight up sorcery⌠doesnât matter. We stopped asking that question a long time ago. Earth, for a while, was home to both us normal humans, and beings who were⌠different. More powerful. More dangerous. Youâve heard plenty enough about it already, surely. Folks with godlike powers, some who transform into beasts and the like. Itâs easy to imagine, so letâs not dwell on the details.
Now what do you think happened next? In the stories youâve read, the movies youâve seen, things always work out, donât they? Humans and mutants, supers, whatever you want to call them, always end up coexisting to an extent? That didnât happen here. You give a kid pyrokinesis and heâll always end up starting fires. As soon as it started, it became a problem. There were mass murders. There were entire cities brought to ruin. Whatever conflict there was between nations was quickly diverted towards handling âthe nonhuman problemâ. The most common enemy, you could say.
Now admittedly, a good number of nonhumans werenât the all-powerful monsters so described here. A lot of them were decent people just trying to live their lives normally, or even help with the situation. But the bad outweighed the good. The animosity was too prevalent. Things just kept going further and further downhill. Camps were set up to detain any and all confirmed and even potential nonhumans, from old folks to newborn kids. There was a joint effort between several technologically-focused companies to design a state-of-the-art system to keep track of them all. And that came in the form of a certain artificial intelligence. Weâll focus on her later.
Eventually, humans reached their limit. Despite their success in protecting their people and preserving their technologies, the planet was still being constantly ravaged by rogue parties of nonhumans, and even lone individuals who were powerful enough to take on armies. Earth, as far as they were concerned, was doomed. Every day, humans were being slaughtered and driven away from their homes the world over.
And so they left.
Operation Exodus. The epitome of spaceflight technology, ships designed and produced by every major company around the globe, all launched in a single day, carrying the tools to build the future of mankind. They brought as many humans off the planet as they could with plans of colonizing Mars, Europa, and if need be, further expansion to other areas of the solar system. The remainder of Earthâs entire online connectivity and technological canon were either destroyed or shut down once they departed. Everything else was left to the nonhumans. Any normal folks who didnât make it to the ships in time either got killed, or did themselves in. Whatever the case, before long there were no humans left on planet Earth. It was all nonhumans the world over.
They didnât completely destroy the planet like many thought they would. But they certainly changed it. Lingering satellites showed the far-gone colonies what the nonhumans left on Earth were doing. They were still fighting amongst themselves for the worst reasons, leaving entire nations in ruin. But a lot left over ended up building their own societies, even constructing their own cities and technologies using their myriad powers. So in the end, it did work out for both sides. Humans managed to live on in the further reaches of the solar system, and nonhumans got to keep their playground.
It didnât last.
The year is now 2104. Eighteen years after Operation Exodus was launched. The nonhuman occupants of Earth have, to an extent, settled down. Their cities are still running and their numbers are slowly increasing. There are still many who roam the globe causing problems for the rest, but they get dealt with. Eventually, it settled into a routine. Until some humans decided to come back.
World Patriots. A splinter organization that was founded on Mars, shortly after the newly formed Systems Government began colonization. They started with the goal of one day returning to and retaking Earth, eradicating all nonhuman life. Saving the cradle of mankind, as they would put it. But they knew going up against the enemy themselves would be plain suicide. Thus, against the best wishes of SysGov, the World Patriots poured countless resources harvested from the colonies into constructing leagues upon leagues of proxy forces. Automated drones, tanks, mobile platforms, any line and model they had the designs for. Everything was gathered up into one massive fleet. A single command vessel, and several dozen foundry ships.
And they set a course for Earth.
We donât know what the start of it was. Natural mutations in our DNA, some crazy science experiment, or straight up sorcery⌠doesnât matter. We stopped asking that question a long time ago. Earth, for a while, was home to both us normal humans, and beings who were⌠different. More powerful. More dangerous. Youâve heard plenty enough about it already, surely. Folks with godlike powers, some who transform into beasts and the like. Itâs easy to imagine, so letâs not dwell on the details.
Now what do you think happened next? In the stories youâve read, the movies youâve seen, things always work out, donât they? Humans and mutants, supers, whatever you want to call them, always end up coexisting to an extent? That didnât happen here. You give a kid pyrokinesis and heâll always end up starting fires. As soon as it started, it became a problem. There were mass murders. There were entire cities brought to ruin. Whatever conflict there was between nations was quickly diverted towards handling âthe nonhuman problemâ. The most common enemy, you could say.
Now admittedly, a good number of nonhumans werenât the all-powerful monsters so described here. A lot of them were decent people just trying to live their lives normally, or even help with the situation. But the bad outweighed the good. The animosity was too prevalent. Things just kept going further and further downhill. Camps were set up to detain any and all confirmed and even potential nonhumans, from old folks to newborn kids. There was a joint effort between several technologically-focused companies to design a state-of-the-art system to keep track of them all. And that came in the form of a certain artificial intelligence. Weâll focus on her later.
Eventually, humans reached their limit. Despite their success in protecting their people and preserving their technologies, the planet was still being constantly ravaged by rogue parties of nonhumans, and even lone individuals who were powerful enough to take on armies. Earth, as far as they were concerned, was doomed. Every day, humans were being slaughtered and driven away from their homes the world over.
And so they left.
Operation Exodus. The epitome of spaceflight technology, ships designed and produced by every major company around the globe, all launched in a single day, carrying the tools to build the future of mankind. They brought as many humans off the planet as they could with plans of colonizing Mars, Europa, and if need be, further expansion to other areas of the solar system. The remainder of Earthâs entire online connectivity and technological canon were either destroyed or shut down once they departed. Everything else was left to the nonhumans. Any normal folks who didnât make it to the ships in time either got killed, or did themselves in. Whatever the case, before long there were no humans left on planet Earth. It was all nonhumans the world over.
They didnât completely destroy the planet like many thought they would. But they certainly changed it. Lingering satellites showed the far-gone colonies what the nonhumans left on Earth were doing. They were still fighting amongst themselves for the worst reasons, leaving entire nations in ruin. But a lot left over ended up building their own societies, even constructing their own cities and technologies using their myriad powers. So in the end, it did work out for both sides. Humans managed to live on in the further reaches of the solar system, and nonhumans got to keep their playground.
It didnât last.
The year is now 2104. Eighteen years after Operation Exodus was launched. The nonhuman occupants of Earth have, to an extent, settled down. Their cities are still running and their numbers are slowly increasing. There are still many who roam the globe causing problems for the rest, but they get dealt with. Eventually, it settled into a routine. Until some humans decided to come back.
World Patriots. A splinter organization that was founded on Mars, shortly after the newly formed Systems Government began colonization. They started with the goal of one day returning to and retaking Earth, eradicating all nonhuman life. Saving the cradle of mankind, as they would put it. But they knew going up against the enemy themselves would be plain suicide. Thus, against the best wishes of SysGov, the World Patriots poured countless resources harvested from the colonies into constructing leagues upon leagues of proxy forces. Automated drones, tanks, mobile platforms, any line and model they had the designs for. Everything was gathered up into one massive fleet. A single command vessel, and several dozen foundry ships.
And they set a course for Earth.
