//------------------------------// // TimeframeError: Log-End: 1 // Story: Remnants, Forgotten. // by AnkhOmega //------------------------------// ..//.. Personal Log: High Overseer Vaark'un. … … … Attention. Unauthorised access to this article shall be treated as high treason. … … … Log-End-1: I sit here writing this wishing so many things. That I could have done something to prevent this. That I could have done something to stop what has happened. That I was something else, something not doomed to extinction. I suppose that if you're reading this then you won't know what I'm talking about. See that as the blessing it is, that you will only ever read of the atrocity I am now suffering through. For now, you shall have to indulge me as I speak of how this started, and who we were. I'm estimating that you will not know of our empire, or at the very least, won't know much. I shall enlighten you as much as I can for now. More in-depth information will hopefully survive in the library, provided that it still stands. My name is Vaark'un. I am the High Overseer of the empire of Elseria. We, at last census, numbered six hundred and thirty one colony worlds. With at least a billion citizens in each colony. Now, we have nothing. Just the homeworld, and I'm fairly certain I am the last citizen left. We started here, on Elseria. The land She made for us. It just occurred to me that you probably don't even know Her name. It saddens me that the name of Kynara will fade after I'm gone. The one who gave herself for us should never be forgotten. We did everything in her name. She told us to expand, to reach for worlds outside our own. She told us to treat all as equal, to use the purity of dictation. She told us to innovate, to praise new ideas. She told us to destroy, to show no mercy to opposition. We did. It served us well. We were feared by any with the strength to oppose us. We had so much strength, yet it wasn't enough. But alas, I am getting ahead of myself. As I have said, I am the High Overseer. This is the role I was assigned from my birth. I am the closest thing we have to a supreme authority. Not to be confused with an Authority mind you, those are beasts of entirely different stripes. I am fully organic, as my role requires. My word is, or at the very least should be, law. Directly under me is the Council of Ephemera. They and I do not always see eye to eye. They're made of representatives from each quadrant of colonies. And are, or were as the case may be now, responsible for making most of the less important governing decisions. Then there is the Fabricator General. It is, or was as I’m still not sure if it survived, the only fully synthetic governing body in operation. It's responsible for designing our weapons, our tools, our ships and our homes. It is one of the few others in this universe that I actually get along with. I hope it survives this mess. This was our government. I was supposed to lead my people to prosperity and peace. Instead my curiosity lead to our destruction. I was the one who ordered exploration of the core. But that's for another log. Always leave them wanting, as my father used to say. End-of-log. … … … ..\\..