NationStates Jolt Archive

50 Years Later...

In the wake of the Wave disaster, the outter systems fell into chaos. Armed with the power to bring order to total chaos, Neo-Kalandria easily became the object of galactic hate. The Kalandrians gained the reputation of being merciless killers, for the destruction of three inhabited planets in the Wave incident...

Wave after wave of motions for full ejection plagued the Extra Solar Union of System's Courts. After 7 tireless trials, Neo-Kalandria's Supreme Chancellor was removed from office as punishment, and the planet was allowed to stay in the alliance.

A crippling blow had been done to the planet, who's space fleet, government, and people were now in total disarray. Along with Artania, the entire cabinet had been put on trial, and summarily imprisoned or executed for all the Union to see.

With chaos engulfing the entire Neo-Kalandrian sector, and several other outlying worlds, a provisional government ordered the planet, colonies, and any others under it's jurisdiction into Supreme Isolation.

Slowly all contact was lost, all remains faded.

And for 50 years the Galaxy forgot the shadows of the past. The Union continued on, not caring when all contact was lost, all Ambassadors recalled, and all foreign Ambassadors ejected.

A new shadow is brewing though, one powered by the deepest of hatred for those that scorn it. The shadows are growing, and fading into the past, is no longer an option.

Rosette Nebula and the Monoceros Cluster
The ESUS Base of Operations

“Ambassador,” the pilot’s voice echoed throughout the luxurious interior of the shuttle’s cabin, “We are approaching the complex, we will be docking within the next ten minutes.”

Ambassador Darien quizzically leaned towards the window from his seat and scanned the area. Why would it take them ten minutes? At the rate they were going, the shuttle would reach the complex in less than three seconds. The old man with shaggy white hair dressed in ornate robes stepped up from his chair.

Gingerly, he placed his tattered book on the chair along with his spectacles and moved towards the cockpit. He pressed his thumb up against the scanner, and the doors split open easily.

What greeted him was a room consumed by hundred of voices over hundred of channels going back and forth. The old man placed a hand on the headrest of the pilot’s chair, who immediately lowered the volume of the voices while her co-pilot conversed with an invisible person.

“Mr. Ambassador, you should be in your seat, it may take us a while to get to dock.”

“Why?” Darien asked as he watched the massive complex of the ESUS, far grander than anything the Dark Alliance might ever hope to have. The pilot turned her had up to the Ambassador, watching him through her visor helmet.

“They’re having a hard time believing that the Kalandrians are back after 50 years,” she said simply and turned back to her controls. “This is a waste of time, if they won’t open for an Ambassador, what will they open for?”

“I don’t think they don’t believe that it’s us,” Darien said as he took a seat behind his pilot. “I think they didn’t believe we’d ever come back.” The pilot looked out her window at the Base of Operations.

For her, for everyone, it was strange being so far away from the Alliance sector. It was odd to sit here and watch hundreds of magnificently diverse ships rush towards here like a raging river. It was awe inspiring for her, such a young woman, to be allowed to leave the Alliance sector.

Ships from the Union had stopped coming almost forty years earlier. In the dark times, before the Alliance. It had been before her time. And now a tiny ship was back on the doorstep of the greatest galactic organization in the Galaxy.

At home, they had downplayed the size and the grandeur of the ESUS. Everything was downplayed. The Dark Alliance seemed tiny compared to this, this, entity. Even the Council Chambers aboard Final Triumph paled in comparison.

The co pilot snapped his fingers energetically, getting his companions’ attention and hit a few key on his panels until a single voiced filled every crevice.

“You are cleared to dock. Welcome Ambassador, support personnel will await you at the landing pad. Sending coordinates now.”

“Well,” Darien said with a sigh, “at least they believe we’re back.”

The pilot shrugged, and hit several more buttons, bringing up a display of a communications pathway back to Final Triumph.

“What is that?” Darien asked, looking from both Pilots. “What,”” he demanded again, “is that?”

“We have our own orders Ambassador, just like you have yours.”

“Sending all gathered data back to Final Triumph.” Chimed in the copilot.

“It seems the Council has it’s own plans,” Darien said, and went back to his seat. Ambassador Darien couldn’t seem to calm the nerves that were rattled within him. The Council of the Dark Alliance seemed only too happy to rejoin the rest of the galaxy.

Their years of peace were finally at an end.