Twisting of the snake[Sign-ups & Setting Infomation]

Humankind has a unspoken, untaught, instinctual tradition. It is the way of the world and it is the way of those who walk it. A continual cycle of war, and peace. A cycle some are foolish enough to say does not exist.

It is a cycle that the people of this world believed they had broken free from. How could they be living in this paradise of a world otherwise?

It is a cycle which is apart of being human. It is a cycle which cannot be broken from.

Because without the cycle, there is no breath in the chests of our people. Humans are creatures of change and migration, creatures of stability and solidarity. They are creatures which need parallelism, a species which needs choice.

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It was a world of peace, or should it be said a civilization of peace. The world had destroyed its nuclear weapons, agreed upon an oath of blood that it would never use such a destructive item upon the face of humankind's beautiful home. The people of earth had excelled, had expanded.

New Technology brought about new ways of life. New technology brought about the ever thirsted for new frontiers. New Technology brought about new places to live. It changed our native solar system to seven worlds capable of holding life in a near duplicate situation, the other 5 utilized by technology of human kind to gather resources.

New technology brought us travel quick enough that one could travel past the edge of the system in months. It found or transformed the worlds in our path to a series of new Earths.

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There was no longer hunger. There was no longer a need to thirst for resources like green eyed beasts. No longer a need to fight for land for one and their children to sleep upon in safety. For the first time in a long time, the whole of humankind was touched by abundance, prosperity. The whole of humanity was in happiness.

We were living in a metaphorical Eden.

And of course, the snake had to do its work.

It came when no one expected it. Out of the shadows of Jupiter, out of the shadows of the sun. Spacecraft which had been modified in a way that no one could properly explain came. They attacked at random, pillaging like the sea wolves of old.

Hydrogen thruster trails still fresh, and the first major act of aggression by any group humans within the last three centuries had been brought to the fold.

Thousands were dead.

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And once again humankind had brought about an act which could only be reacted to by a decision from the heavens. The footage handed to the leaders of the nations of Earth, those who held power and prestige of the highest sort in this world. It had been recovered by a group of junkers, who had stumbled upon the missing cargo fleet.

It told the story of those brave sailors. It told the story, showed what the cameras picked up. It showed the ships being crippled by weapons which seemed fairly advanced. It told the tale of the cargos being robbed from the ship, of the sailors murdered or left to die.

It was a masterpiece painted in the blood of innocents.

Politicians who had been accustomed to peace, who were the children of the children of the children of the children of the children of peace, who had taught words like war, raid, and pillage were words which were as archaic as those creatures which their ancestors had found the remnants of, dinosaurs.

These children of pacifism and neutrality now stood with a grieving, growing, hateful tug.

How would they deal with these problems? Deal with these new Brigands, the Wolves of the Sea which was the stars. Proverbs were called forth, ideals tested.

The ambassadors to this meeting from the Imperium, the children of the empire which came to fruit from the struggles of the British Isles, came up with a point blank solution. It had been given from one of the younger ambassadors, a lover of history and the struggles which the children of Adam and Eve lived through before, of war and chivalry, of the ideals presented by the knights of the ages dark, the ideals which were worshiped ever after.

The solution, a call to arms. It was guidance reinforced by a proverb told in ancient studies, an eye for an eye.

Other solutions were proposed. Solutions which were not solutions, solutions which were hiding in the dark of buildings and begging for peace, clinging to their love as if it would never allow them back if they let it go.

But it was obvious that the only solution would be the one of the beast, the solution of force returned for the force given.

The meeting amounted to nothing. The Imperium and the other nations leaving each their own way, each with their own ideas. Each plotting their own solutions, each ready to enforce their solution with a will as strong as tempered steel.

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The Imperium's Senate has already made the decision of its path, the Imperium will be tasting the blood of these brigands. The Imperium was the nation heaviest hit by the pirating, the nation who had the most cargo and ships within the cargo fleet.

The nation which needed to sate the taste for blood which now wriggled around its mouth. It would not be long, it would not be long.

The Imperium was going to cry havoc andlet loose the dogs of war. It was going to do what no one else had the guts to do, to hunt these pirates, the brigands. This group of people who annouced themselves in a system wide virtuavision broadcast.

They were a group known as the Space Wolves, a group which was going to prey on anyone who did not follow what they said, who was going to resist the dictatorial control of the 'waters of the heavens'. The group showed the footage which the United Governments had been keeping under wraps, showed the footage and showed the murders, the attack, and the tortures which ensued. Footage which revealed slaves had been taken, and which were the salt to the wound which would soon awaken another slumbering giant.