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In the year 2030, humanity was uplifted to the stars. Gone were the days of petty nationstates and brother wars, as one people they had been enlightened and brought into the Aerlythic Empire. Of course, there had been rebellions, there had been struggles against the perceived injustices of their betterment. But the warring states of Earth had been easy enough for the Empire to crush. Shanghai, Los Angeles, Moscow had been necessary examples, cities wiped from the face of the planet in the name of peace. But peace had been achieved. The sons and daughters of Earth, the scions of humanity were raised to the status of plebeian in the Aerlythic Empire. Whereas once they had fought amongst themselves and struggled for dominance over their small blue orb, they were now part of a greater whole, a moving part in the greatest superpower in the galaxy.
Humanity had convinced themselves they were special. And in a way, they were, pursuit hunters descended from arboreal omnivores, it was as if nature had bred them to be excellent tacticians and hit and run fighters. They had deluded themselves into thinking they could launch full-scale war, and it had decimated their populations time and time again. Under the benevolent auspices of the Empire, they would be put to better use.
Most of the population would be put to use as civilian labourers, farmers and educators, not citizens of course, such a responsibility could not be entrusted to an uplift, but members of the Empire in their own respect. Each servant race had a role to fill and humanity filled theirs in the upper echelons of service with dignity and diligence.
But it was in the military that they would find true service, where they would be best in position to repay their debt to their benefactors.
The Khakh’gazur were infantry, but whereas they excelled in swarm tactics and in overwhelming force, they could undertake precision strikes about as well as a hammer. It would be humanity who would be moulded into the spear-tip of the Imperial Legions. Special Forces, men and women taken as children and reared for service and for combat, the primates of Gaia would serve as the boogeymen for those foolish races who dared to raise a fist in rebellion to the Aerlyth.
You were one such individual. A proud son of Gaia. A scion of humanity. A member of the Janissary Legions.
Humanity had convinced themselves they were special. And in a way, they were, pursuit hunters descended from arboreal omnivores, it was as if nature had bred them to be excellent tacticians and hit and run fighters. They had deluded themselves into thinking they could launch full-scale war, and it had decimated their populations time and time again. Under the benevolent auspices of the Empire, they would be put to better use.
Most of the population would be put to use as civilian labourers, farmers and educators, not citizens of course, such a responsibility could not be entrusted to an uplift, but members of the Empire in their own respect. Each servant race had a role to fill and humanity filled theirs in the upper echelons of service with dignity and diligence.
But it was in the military that they would find true service, where they would be best in position to repay their debt to their benefactors.
The Khakh’gazur were infantry, but whereas they excelled in swarm tactics and in overwhelming force, they could undertake precision strikes about as well as a hammer. It would be humanity who would be moulded into the spear-tip of the Imperial Legions. Special Forces, men and women taken as children and reared for service and for combat, the primates of Gaia would serve as the boogeymen for those foolish races who dared to raise a fist in rebellion to the Aerlyth.
You were one such individual. A proud son of Gaia. A scion of humanity. A member of the Janissary Legions.
