Ek'tirsk system, Standard Day 260, Standard Year 19,865

Long ago, before Man moved out into the galaxy, before the Wars of Sorrow, we, my people, lived in the deep reaches of this galaxy. It was here, out upon the rim, we lived, we laughed, we breathed and in turn breathed life into space itself. Here among the depths of space we made our home, our civilization - cities, homes, ports to the stars, all manner of thing. It was here, too, that we died.

Seventeen thousand years ago, my people, the Al'mir, were wiped from the face of this galaxy by a fledgeling mankind. In his fear and fright, in his terror, he came and rained death from the heavens above, cracked the crust of our worlds, burned the sky, boiled the seas. My people died asleep, never having conceived of a war of extermination, let alone one wrought unprovoked.

And so, it ended - a dream of life that had lasted almost ninety thousand years was laid low by a force of ships numbering in the low dozens, who came out of the black and in the span of under a year eliminated all life on forty worlds. Our culture died, our republic shattered.

Now it is the year nineteen thousand eight hundred sixty seven as reckoned by the calendar of Man. Only thirty years ago I and others awoke, finding ourselves in maturation pods draining of their fluids, able to read and comprehend a language never our own. We found out that fateful morning of the fate of my people, of the history of Man, and how much time had passed.

We quickly came to realize we had been resurrected - brought back from the dead by human biotechnology and genetic engineering, that our minds and personalities were synthesized, put together from xenoarchaeological records, given form and thought and culture via the creativity of hyper-advanced artificial intelligence, given bodies by the top experts in genetics, Genetekkers. Our very existence was the only feeble apology that could possibly be made.

So here now I stand, on the sands of one of our ancient worlds, on the shore near an ocean older than man, an ocean re-condensed out of the vapor left behind by those horrible bombing, in a biosphere only recently re-greened by technology. But the ruins... The ruins are real. They sing to us, call out, their very stone sings songs of secrets, secrets we reborn Al'mir can hear, and learn. Our ancestors had long passed needing digital optical media, even the holographic types used nowadays, not even the quantum-opto-holographics of datacrystal computronium. No, we encoded our histories, songs, culture, everything in the very spin-state of the component subatomic particles making up the matter of these old rocks, these ruins, and in them, saved holographically, is us. It is here, in forgiveness of Man's ancient murder, I stand, here that I practice Kail Ek'layn, dancing strikes, the ancent, now-revived martial art of my people.

All of us, all we resurrected Al'mir, are diplomats, living examples, treasure troves, ourselves resurrecting Al'mir culture, and from here to spread it far and wide across the galaxy, as we will spread ourselves as we grow in number, from the eighty thousand of us that awoke thirty years ago. Man saw fit to apologize by bringing us back. It's a small, tiny thing in this galaxy, insufficient to be sure, but we have no interest in a fight. A human once said "Living well is the best revenge", and yet another said "revenge is a dish best served cold." Our revenge shall be living, after seventeen thousand years of cooling.

I am Ranai Lafkalle, envoy, diplomat, Al'mir, and the very galaxy is now my home.

Ranai Lafkalle, Envoy, in her own words, Standard Day 260, Standard Year 19,865



All pictures taken using Alchemy Viewer in SINz under Midnight lighting conditions



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