The planet Borr was a beautiful one. If not for the spelling, its
name would hardly suit it. It was covered in forests, lakes, rivers,
animals, and people. These people had a special trait that no other
known people had. They were super advanced for their time, and wanted
nothing more than to live peacefully forever on their lush planet.
The Cetra knew that this could never happen. Even in their
bliss the Cetra worried that it would one day be interrupted.
But it was never a big issue for them. They never really took
into consideration what might happen if they let their guard down.
It was only one day that sparked my regret for not paying closer
attention to my tugging worries. I know now to trust my instinct.
I am Collin, scientist, as much as possible in my current state,
and Lieutenant Commander of the Cetra Rebellion, known solely as
AVALANCHE among the Zorans. First, you must understand the
longevity of my race. Uninterrupted, a Cetra can live for nearly two
hundred and fifty years on Borr. But, like among all races, we have
poverty, crime, and disaster. On any other planet, a Cetra can live only
for about one hundred years. Yes, we did have crime. Though our crime was
not as great as the humans were, but that is ahead of me. I am now entering my
one hundred and ninetieth year. The Zoran’s came about one hundred and fifty years ago.
They can only live for seventy or so years. But that didn’t stop them. I wish we had not welcomed them with such open arms. Our instinct, or the planet, should
have told us better. We just weren’t listening.
The Zorans are a race of people not unlike the Cetra, except they have peculiar tentacles passing out of the back of their skulls.
The Zorans also have four arms to our two, and have spent their race’s existence building weapons.
When the Zorans landed, they greeted us as friends. But this horrible farce was shattered quickly,
as the Zorans began killing or enslaving the Cetra sent to greet them. They quickly launched a strike
from our upper atmosphere, destroying anything that they believed may be a weapon. The Cetra had
spent nearly no time creating any weapons, except those we had used to hunt in our prehistory. We were
defenseless and the Zorans pillaged Borr and enslaved us, forced us to mine the super mineral Cryse, which they used to build more weapons.
The time has come. For nearly one hundred and fifty years, the Zorans have punished my people for nothing.
Little do they know that the Cetra have been mounting a counter-offensive since the first year of enslavement.
AVALANCHE stole Zoran weapons technology and charged me with creating weapons and eight huge ships capable
of transporting the bulk of our population, each carrying 15,000 Cetra. Are planning to attack Truce, the former Cetra capital, and then use the huge cruisers and battleships to transport everyone to the Zoran Navigation Ring in orbit around Borr. AVALANCHE teams have reconfigured the Ring to
send us to a chosen planet, instead of the Zoran home world, as it was originally set. The time has come. Everything is ready. The time has come.
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