The Story
Astronomers and amateur star watchers can still tell you where Sol is, and some children, if in the proper hemisphere, can vaguely point out the general section of the sky where our old ancestral birthing ground lies, see?, it’s over there, I think, at The Shoveler’s hand, or is it his foot? But anyway, look, momma, I can find the Dead Tree, and Sheaffur’muun is nearly full…Daddy’s there? Yes dear, Daddy’s up there working, and he’ll be coming home, but not yet. Soon now, you wait.
But children and adults alike hold little concern for old Earth, and most have learned nothing about its history except for an obligatory few minutes worth of ambiguous instruction in grade school about our origins. Even historians and enthusiasts of esoterica know little about that far off place--too much of our own history has passed to let us feel connected to that place anymore. Too many calamities have whittled away our store of knowledge of that place-before-here and those same trials have washed away our desire to preserve that knowledge. The only information about the old Sol System that concerns us today is,
Will its inhabitants try to exterminate us again?
The question rots in the back of our minds as we hunt for answers in our past and grapple with the future--the future of our system, Veritas, The Truth of Our Age--for our existence.
The Prehistory
Interstellar space faring is no easy matter. The financial expenses are prohibitive, the technological necessities are significant, the logistical requirements are immense, the political maneuvering is…hardly surprising, the risks to the would be travelers are severe, the psychological costs are frightening…but in the infancy of humankind’s space faring, the will to explore in person, to start off fresh and at the same time preserve the most cherished elements of humanity was stronger than pragmatism.
The telescopes peered into the muddy heavens, long eyes capturing the minute wobbles of giants, and their groundling masters diligently recorded arcs and periods and felt their way into the sky. The biggest gamble was the not the technical parameters of such a star-faring mission, but the astronomy itself, a fact that the involved mathematicians were well aware of. Some flashed brief meekly confident grins and flicked their eyes in concern, some were somber, others loud and enthused, some shrugged innocently. No one would actually see the planets until the colony ship entered orbit.
Size, climate, composition, number of moons, density, atmospheric pressure---all were “known” constants, products of years of human and supercomputer analysis and computation, categorized into precise levels of detail--if you trusted an entire system of data generated completely by not-well-understood quantum processes based upon imperfect relativistic formulae working on data that consisted of an occasional few pixels variation in an image of an amorphous 2-D blob.
But the mathematicians and their supercomputers were right, and it did work, as the colonists were relieved to find out. After an eighty (standard) year journey, the first ship arrived in orbit around a planet where man’s prefab machines and invasive preparatory lichens and bacteria and Quickferns and ghastly beefed up earthworms had already been at work for decades. The world they arrived above really could be made a home, and other planets had potential as well. Man’s knowledge had indeed provided the truth. The minds of old troubled Sol dug into the rock of Dignity, third planet from the star known as Veritas, and made themselves a home.
The Past
More supply ships arrived and the colonists that financed them followed. The new inhabitants of Veritas System were not only the rebellious and adventurous--People came for every different reason imaginable. There were those who wished to be the vanguard of human civilization; those who wished to return to a simpler or more rugged life; those that chased spiritual contemplation; those who could not preserve their conservative traditions in the dynamic, feral culture of crowded, aggressive, cosmopolitan, freakish earth; those who saw new opportunities to take advantage of their fellow humans in an exotic and promising locale. Despite their differences, these groups generally got along and often integrated; the abundant opportunity and challenge this system provided kept conflict manageable and there was rarely more than criminal violence.
Each of the inhabited planets of course developed distinct cultures, but in many ways when each new batch of colonists awoke from the Sleep they found that they had arrived at a society confronted with and blessed with attributes akin to something out of earth’s past. While Veritas advanced steadily and linearly, Earth changed in her normal fashion: so quickly and contradictorily that no one could convincingly determine whether they were going forwards or backwards. Each wave of arrivals increasingly reflected the planet they fled from by the values and institutions that they adopted, and by their increasing “traditionalism”...Except for the travelers on the last colony ship, strange men who prayed to strange gods and kept to themselves and their own seemingly ambiguous internecine rivalries.
As distant as the societies of Veritas were from Earth in space and custom, they soon resembled more closely the Earth of only a few generations previous more closely than Earth itself did. Periodic probe broadcasts detailed the amazing changes in technology, society, biology, and morality that the mother planet was undergoing. One other human colony world had been founded, but no further efforts had been taken: More wealth was to be found in the interiors of Sol’s own planets, the atmospheres of her own gas giants, and the outer reaches of the Sun’s own corona than in the distant niches of interstellar space. They had made contact with a few alien species or artifacts of one’s past existence; each had reached the same conclusion about the unviable nature of interstellar settlement.
Earth lost interest in her off-system colonies. The last convoluted broadcasts spoke feverishly of the surreal convulsions of a twisted planet. Then the broadcasts finally ceased, inexplicably.
In their place arrived the missiles. In the days preceding the first wave of destruction, the astronomers confirmed what a stunned population already suspected: The origin of the missiles was Sol system. Their targets were the inhabited planets of Veritas system.
The missiles could not be destroyed--a few succumbed to primitive countermeasures, but not enough.
The missiles could not be outsmarted. They found every exposed city; their warheads disrupted or destroyed every infrastructure and industrial network. They wrecked or ruined every orbital terraformer, they sensed the presence of underground facilities and shook the vaults of a cowering humanity. Ruin was not enough. Some of the missiles contained powerful strains of biological contaminants which wrought havoc upon the fragile biospheres. Other unfurled huge sails of thin reflective film to starve certain areas of light or focus deadly wavelengths on others. We were but ants to the malignant children of earth.
The missiles could only be weathered. New ones arrived for months and proclaimed their cold fury in explosions and pestilences across the landscape. The last of the insidious invaders were destroyed in their orbits by a grievously wounded humanity years after their arrival.
All of the societies, their populations massacred, infrastructure blasted away, and climates deteriorating, teetered on the brink of extinction. Some lost that fight. There still remain some now remote places where battered doors lie ajar in the ruins of once great cities and CO2 frost creeps into dark rooms and settles on the lips and eyes of their last inhabitants.
For a century we have struggled to regain what was lost to us. Now it is your turn to lead our people to new depths and heights.
The Timeline
AD 2061: First Pre-colonization climate probes launched.
2094: First Colony Ship launched.
2177: First Colony Ship arrives above the planet Dignity.
2215: Second Colony Ship arrives in Veritas System.
2246: Third Colony Ship arrives.
2298: Fourth Colony Ship arrives.
2359: Fifth and final Colony Ship arrives.
2388: Final equipment probe arrives.
2395: Last broadcast from a Sol probe.
2398: The Missiles arrive.
2398-2430~: The Struggles. Humanity in Veritas System is brought to the brink of extinction.
~2430-2495: General Rebuilding. Climates stabilized, begun to be repaired. Civilizations restabilize.
2495: NES begins.
solar system map, courtesy of General Ludd
Astronomers and amateur star watchers can still tell you where Sol is, and some children, if in the proper hemisphere, can vaguely point out the general section of the sky where our old ancestral birthing ground lies, see?, it’s over there, I think, at The Shoveler’s hand, or is it his foot? But anyway, look, momma, I can find the Dead Tree, and Sheaffur’muun is nearly full…Daddy’s there? Yes dear, Daddy’s up there working, and he’ll be coming home, but not yet. Soon now, you wait.
But children and adults alike hold little concern for old Earth, and most have learned nothing about its history except for an obligatory few minutes worth of ambiguous instruction in grade school about our origins. Even historians and enthusiasts of esoterica know little about that far off place--too much of our own history has passed to let us feel connected to that place anymore. Too many calamities have whittled away our store of knowledge of that place-before-here and those same trials have washed away our desire to preserve that knowledge. The only information about the old Sol System that concerns us today is,
Will its inhabitants try to exterminate us again?
The question rots in the back of our minds as we hunt for answers in our past and grapple with the future--the future of our system, Veritas, The Truth of Our Age--for our existence.
The Prehistory
Interstellar space faring is no easy matter. The financial expenses are prohibitive, the technological necessities are significant, the logistical requirements are immense, the political maneuvering is…hardly surprising, the risks to the would be travelers are severe, the psychological costs are frightening…but in the infancy of humankind’s space faring, the will to explore in person, to start off fresh and at the same time preserve the most cherished elements of humanity was stronger than pragmatism.
The telescopes peered into the muddy heavens, long eyes capturing the minute wobbles of giants, and their groundling masters diligently recorded arcs and periods and felt their way into the sky. The biggest gamble was the not the technical parameters of such a star-faring mission, but the astronomy itself, a fact that the involved mathematicians were well aware of. Some flashed brief meekly confident grins and flicked their eyes in concern, some were somber, others loud and enthused, some shrugged innocently. No one would actually see the planets until the colony ship entered orbit.
Size, climate, composition, number of moons, density, atmospheric pressure---all were “known” constants, products of years of human and supercomputer analysis and computation, categorized into precise levels of detail--if you trusted an entire system of data generated completely by not-well-understood quantum processes based upon imperfect relativistic formulae working on data that consisted of an occasional few pixels variation in an image of an amorphous 2-D blob.
But the mathematicians and their supercomputers were right, and it did work, as the colonists were relieved to find out. After an eighty (standard) year journey, the first ship arrived in orbit around a planet where man’s prefab machines and invasive preparatory lichens and bacteria and Quickferns and ghastly beefed up earthworms had already been at work for decades. The world they arrived above really could be made a home, and other planets had potential as well. Man’s knowledge had indeed provided the truth. The minds of old troubled Sol dug into the rock of Dignity, third planet from the star known as Veritas, and made themselves a home.
The Past
More supply ships arrived and the colonists that financed them followed. The new inhabitants of Veritas System were not only the rebellious and adventurous--People came for every different reason imaginable. There were those who wished to be the vanguard of human civilization; those who wished to return to a simpler or more rugged life; those that chased spiritual contemplation; those who could not preserve their conservative traditions in the dynamic, feral culture of crowded, aggressive, cosmopolitan, freakish earth; those who saw new opportunities to take advantage of their fellow humans in an exotic and promising locale. Despite their differences, these groups generally got along and often integrated; the abundant opportunity and challenge this system provided kept conflict manageable and there was rarely more than criminal violence.
Each of the inhabited planets of course developed distinct cultures, but in many ways when each new batch of colonists awoke from the Sleep they found that they had arrived at a society confronted with and blessed with attributes akin to something out of earth’s past. While Veritas advanced steadily and linearly, Earth changed in her normal fashion: so quickly and contradictorily that no one could convincingly determine whether they were going forwards or backwards. Each wave of arrivals increasingly reflected the planet they fled from by the values and institutions that they adopted, and by their increasing “traditionalism”...Except for the travelers on the last colony ship, strange men who prayed to strange gods and kept to themselves and their own seemingly ambiguous internecine rivalries.
As distant as the societies of Veritas were from Earth in space and custom, they soon resembled more closely the Earth of only a few generations previous more closely than Earth itself did. Periodic probe broadcasts detailed the amazing changes in technology, society, biology, and morality that the mother planet was undergoing. One other human colony world had been founded, but no further efforts had been taken: More wealth was to be found in the interiors of Sol’s own planets, the atmospheres of her own gas giants, and the outer reaches of the Sun’s own corona than in the distant niches of interstellar space. They had made contact with a few alien species or artifacts of one’s past existence; each had reached the same conclusion about the unviable nature of interstellar settlement.
Earth lost interest in her off-system colonies. The last convoluted broadcasts spoke feverishly of the surreal convulsions of a twisted planet. Then the broadcasts finally ceased, inexplicably.
In their place arrived the missiles. In the days preceding the first wave of destruction, the astronomers confirmed what a stunned population already suspected: The origin of the missiles was Sol system. Their targets were the inhabited planets of Veritas system.
The missiles could not be destroyed--a few succumbed to primitive countermeasures, but not enough.
The missiles could not be outsmarted. They found every exposed city; their warheads disrupted or destroyed every infrastructure and industrial network. They wrecked or ruined every orbital terraformer, they sensed the presence of underground facilities and shook the vaults of a cowering humanity. Ruin was not enough. Some of the missiles contained powerful strains of biological contaminants which wrought havoc upon the fragile biospheres. Other unfurled huge sails of thin reflective film to starve certain areas of light or focus deadly wavelengths on others. We were but ants to the malignant children of earth.
The missiles could only be weathered. New ones arrived for months and proclaimed their cold fury in explosions and pestilences across the landscape. The last of the insidious invaders were destroyed in their orbits by a grievously wounded humanity years after their arrival.
All of the societies, their populations massacred, infrastructure blasted away, and climates deteriorating, teetered on the brink of extinction. Some lost that fight. There still remain some now remote places where battered doors lie ajar in the ruins of once great cities and CO2 frost creeps into dark rooms and settles on the lips and eyes of their last inhabitants.
For a century we have struggled to regain what was lost to us. Now it is your turn to lead our people to new depths and heights.
The Timeline
AD 2061: First Pre-colonization climate probes launched.
2094: First Colony Ship launched.
2177: First Colony Ship arrives above the planet Dignity.
2215: Second Colony Ship arrives in Veritas System.
2246: Third Colony Ship arrives.
2298: Fourth Colony Ship arrives.
2359: Fifth and final Colony Ship arrives.
2388: Final equipment probe arrives.
2395: Last broadcast from a Sol probe.
2398: The Missiles arrive.
2398-2430~: The Struggles. Humanity in Veritas System is brought to the brink of extinction.
~2430-2495: General Rebuilding. Climates stabilized, begun to be repaired. Civilizations restabilize.
2495: NES begins.
solar system map, courtesy of General Ludd
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