One more SF tale from my past. This is more like an AAR (After Action report) of one of my Galactic Civilizations II game as the Terrans, so it is is a bit more game specific. That said, let us begin...
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It is the rule of nature that all things evolve over time, get stronger and grow bigger.
Empires grow & expand, and they also wither away in the sands of time. Great civilizations are built, flourish and then are destroyed, but they leave behind indelible footprints, the traces of which are always there for the true seekers of knowledge to find.
And there has always been, and there will always be, War. War is a terrible and bloody affair, glorious, inspiring many acts of bravery and valour, but bloody nevertheless. And interstellar war is indeed a much more frightening phenomenon, with entire planetary populations decimated in the span of a single war. History is replete with innumerable legends of great Emperors and Leaders and Admirals and Generals, but it is the common sailors, the soldiers, who live, fight bravely and die…sometimes in the unforgiving harshness of cold space, or on the desolate surface of distant planets, who are truly responsible for great deeds…for building up great empires and civilizations which have stood the test of time.
This is therefore a tale of these brave souls and how they contributed to the cause of the political entity called the Terran Alliance – an attempt by humanity to become a massive star-spanning galactic entity. A collection of personal logs, mails to family members (the unedited versions), third person accounts and brief snatches of historical backgrounds - a hotchpotch which will attempt to recreate the terror, the joy, the excitement, the pride, the tragedy and the trials and tribulations of the men and women in uniform, during one of galactic history’s most blood torn yet glorious ages-the Age of the Younger Races.
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