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The First Diaspora was commercial, when we spread through the solar system to exploit asteroids and gas giants. We learned that space was dangerous, and ready to kill us in many ways. The new breed of colonists grew strong and prospered.
The Second Diaspora was cultural, after we were contacted by an IRSOL Star City and given the hyperdrive. Suddenly the stars were open to us, and any culture or sect that wanted freedom embarked on massive transports and headed to new worlds. We learned that we were not alone, and that we'd often have to fight for our survival. These colonists adapted to their new homes, many changing their very DNA to fit in.
The Third Diaspora was one of survival. During the madness of the Purity Wars, an ancient gateway was discovered in Sol's Kuiper Belt. The Resistance set up an underground railroad, using any ship they could get their hands on the funnel dissidents and and the dispossessed through the gate. In the end, millions were saved and sent to a cluster near the North America Nebula, 1,600 light years from home. But then disaster struck. A Pure Earth raid on the gateway destroyed it.
We were marooned. Years from the Terran Federation with no way of knowing a safe route back.
So we settled in. Explored. Expanded. Settled and built. But fearing the return of tyranny, each world remained independent. We traded, debated, and prospered. Until the Korellians found us. In less than 14 kilo-hours, we were defeated and enslaved.
That was a century ago. We've learned. We've organized. Quietly, the worlds of the North America Cluster have formed a united government, the Confederate Systems Alliance, and have spent two decades carefully assembling the means of rebellion.
Recently something has distracted the Korellians. Fewer Battle Fleets patrol our space and the quality of Imperial Legions garrisoned on our worlds has dropped. Rumors come to us that the Empire has found itself locked in a bloody war with an implacable enemy. Our time has come.
But before we can light the fuse and bring the fight into the open, there is much to be done. Sabotage, assassinations, smuggling, subversion, intelligence gathering. All vital steps on our path to freedom.
Are you up to the task?
Divided, We Fell. United We Rise. The war starts in 35 kilo-hours!
The Second Diaspora was cultural, after we were contacted by an IRSOL Star City and given the hyperdrive. Suddenly the stars were open to us, and any culture or sect that wanted freedom embarked on massive transports and headed to new worlds. We learned that we were not alone, and that we'd often have to fight for our survival. These colonists adapted to their new homes, many changing their very DNA to fit in.
The Third Diaspora was one of survival. During the madness of the Purity Wars, an ancient gateway was discovered in Sol's Kuiper Belt. The Resistance set up an underground railroad, using any ship they could get their hands on the funnel dissidents and and the dispossessed through the gate. In the end, millions were saved and sent to a cluster near the North America Nebula, 1,600 light years from home. But then disaster struck. A Pure Earth raid on the gateway destroyed it.
We were marooned. Years from the Terran Federation with no way of knowing a safe route back.
So we settled in. Explored. Expanded. Settled and built. But fearing the return of tyranny, each world remained independent. We traded, debated, and prospered. Until the Korellians found us. In less than 14 kilo-hours, we were defeated and enslaved.
That was a century ago. We've learned. We've organized. Quietly, the worlds of the North America Cluster have formed a united government, the Confederate Systems Alliance, and have spent two decades carefully assembling the means of rebellion.
Recently something has distracted the Korellians. Fewer Battle Fleets patrol our space and the quality of Imperial Legions garrisoned on our worlds has dropped. Rumors come to us that the Empire has found itself locked in a bloody war with an implacable enemy. Our time has come.
But before we can light the fuse and bring the fight into the open, there is much to be done. Sabotage, assassinations, smuggling, subversion, intelligence gathering. All vital steps on our path to freedom.
Are you up to the task?
Divided, We Fell. United We Rise. The war starts in 35 kilo-hours!
