"The history of advanced races meeting more primitive people on this planet is not very happy, and they were the same species. I think we should keep our heads low."
-Stephen Hawking
The Storm comes like a plague of locusts. It falls upon worlds, systems, empires; it systematically strips them bare and leaves only devastation in its wake. It is the ruiner of all life, the antithesis to the Great Plan, the harbinger of our destruction.
Dozens of civilisations have fallen before their might, from those just taking their first steps on the road to greatness to mighty empires spanning whole star clusters. To those left behind in their wake, it is the end of all things. They are the Apocalypse, the Great cleanser, the Devourer, the Four Terrible Riders.
In the shadow of their darkness is the Morning Star. A great and powerful warship from a bygone age and a forgotten race, it is now home to those few souls left behind, those unwilling to drift off into the night as the last of their species. It is a ship of heroes, a ship of vengeance, a ship of remembrance and a single beacon of hope in the great dark.
The Morning Star has followed the ragged hem of The Storm for millennia, picking off what it can, salvaging the remnants of the races it has consumed, and gathering its strength and its knowledge. But now things are different. The Morning Star has reached a world before The Storm, and for once there is an unspoken hope that this time they may not be too late, that this time they may be able to stand, fight and turn back the oncoming tide of destruction.
The Morning Star reached Earth in the early 21st Century, unheralded and bluff. It was almost a bloody war right there as the shock at finding the question of whether we were alone in the universe was answered for us. It's not a war we would have won, and it's as well that cooler heads swiftly prevailed on both sides. The commanders of the Morning Star bade the people of Earth welcome to a larger universe- a larger, darker and more frightening one than we had imagined.
I guess we shouldn't have been surprised that they spoke English- they'd travelled millions of miles across the interstellar gulf specifically to speak to us. How hard could learning our language be? They came to us, they told us of the oncoming Storm, they told us that time was short. They gave us what they could- what technologies we had a hope of understanding, developing and using to defend ourselves. In trade, they asked for flesh and blood- sons and daughters of our world to take with them, to train and to fight alongside. They chose who they took- not just warriors but thinkers, makers and talkers, scores in total, all chosen by name. More than half a dozen were chosen by their gamertag.
Then they departed, to teach their new warriors what would be expected of them in the coming war. The Morning Star promised that when The Storm broke, they would stand with Earth, that this time the world would survive. That humanity would be more than another endangered species roaming the corridors of the ancient ship. We hope they hold to their word, for the sky seems to grow ever darker.
Synopsis:
Endless Sky follows the course of a group of disparate humans picked by name by the commanders of the Morning Star, then taken away from their homes to train for an inevitable, bloody war for their homeworld. They'll encounter many challenges ahead, both that face them in their training and in their minds as they come to grips with the course their lives have taken. They'll interact with alien races, and through them find out what makes them human. And at the end of it all there's the great war looming on the horizon, to determine if humanity will survive to reach the stars or if the last few warriors will carry the heritage of their race into the dark with them.
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