The year is currently 7056. Space is no longer a frontier. When the Homeland (speculated true name being Earth. Though no one's really sure anymore. The history books don't call it by name) started to dry up all those years ago, the Litirier Experiment got together four thousand "prime specimens" or all sorts, stuffed them on The Ark, a ship only ever described as 'massive' and nothing else, and carried them out into space. Nobody knows what happened to it after it landed, though it's speculated it was torn apart and used to build civilization back up again. Either way, The Ark found its way to what is now the Archeti System, colonized Ironis and, over a span of four milleniums, expanded out into the the 5 Planetary Empires in existence today.

The Founding Democratic Empire of Archeti still lingers on the edges of modern civilization, though it lived out its peak years directly following said founding and since has ever declined into obseletion. Out of its original twelve resident planets, three suns and sixty two orbiting moons, all but Ironis, now the poverty capital of all 5 Empires, its moons, completely depleted, deformed or destroyed by centuries of resource mining, the smallest of its suns, ever nearing its eventual death, and a pathetically miniscule planet in the farthest reaches of the system known as Bearleq have been seized by other conquering Empires. My home, The Exymeron Republic, responsible for all but two of aforementioned conquerings, is now the center and most prominent of the five. Still abundant with resources, people and possibility, Exymeron has become the ideal location for settlement. Unfortunately, in recent years, abundance has become overabundance and there remains little room for incoming immigrants. Border crossing has become difficult even for traders and even moreso for smugglers, which of course significantly hacks away at our own economical standings. The problem has yet to be addressed by Prime Minister Etthos.

Following along in order of power, Exymeron's contender for complete domination is currently The Holy Socialist Catharsis Empire, a collection of ninety two planets, scattered across the span of our space. As their name implies, they withold a high standard of, let's call it, morality for not only themselves but their neighbors. They have been involved in a war with the other semi-dominant power, Synecdicha, a rogue empire of hardly half Catharisis' size, located a great distance from the rest of us and known for harboring the exiles of elsewhere. Synecdicha has been urging Exymeron's intervention ever since the conflict began. This problem has also yet to be addressed by Prime Minister Etthos.

The final of the five empires, Ellegi, has been another, but far less violent target of Catharsis in the past. Larger than Synecdicha and witholding greater influence with its ownership of 5 suns, two of which provide energy for Catharsis strongholds, it has been able to diplomatically avoid open war, though verbal and political battles have been occurring consistently since the beginning of the other. Ellegi's only motivation for such a conflict, however, unthreatening in ideological factors, would be ownership of those five powerful stars. Imperialism however, has been frowned upon by the Allegiance Council between the five Empires and thus, were Catharsis to attack under such circumstances, Exymeron, Synecdicha, even Archeti would join Ellegi in expelling Catharsis from the union. Such would be disastrous as their entire populus is intermixed amongst what would then be hostile empires and severe loss would be imminent.

Even they are not dumb enough to attack Ellegi.

Koa: Yep. That's me. It seems like the crew hasn't had a doctor before. I have no idea why anyone wouldn't have one in the first place. But, it's advantagous to me. If I hadn't gotten Fiearius's offer to board the ship, I'd still be on the run from the Catharsis scouts...maybe even still on Anaphora. Doing nothing. And as much as I dislike the company on this creaking tub, it's better than what I had before. I just hope this whole thing is worth it...

Fiearius:I knew this guy was trouble ever since I saw him in that house I was hiding out in on Anaphora. He came to me when his brother broke his arm, and wanted a routine splinting. He's rude, obnoxious, egotistical...but he's the captain, so I do what he says. Usually. And whatever's happening on that ship of his, I seem to always be out of the loop. He tells me not to ask questions, but I think if I'm going to help the rest of the crew, I need to be at least more informed.

Cyrusith: Fiearius's brother is another sort of person entirely. To be more specific...we actually get along. He's the engineer, and I've gotta say, he's definitely busy. I think he's the only one standing in the way of the Captain going completely crazy. Or Fiearius making me crazy. He seems to be the only calm, collected person here. But I wonder if he knows about whatever's going on...

Desophyles:I haven't heard more than two words from this guy ever since I stepped on board. From what I've seen, Fiearius doesn't really like him. Not like he doesn't like me, somehow it's different. I haven't decided whether I like the look of him or not...kind of gives me the creeps...

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Dionysian:

Okay. Where do I start? It's not as easy as it looks, you know. When you're actually living life, you can't really divide it up into neat little sections. But, for the sake of this story, I'll do my best. I was a reasonably decent kid. I was good sometimes. I was bad other times. I liked clothes. I liked boys. Maybe a little less than average. Or maybe it was that I had a bit more logic involved than the usual crazy Catharsis kid back then. I've got to get it out in the open now. I thought the average 13 year old was a complete idiot. But that didn't mean I was egotistical. I just thought I was smarter than everyone else. And circumstances in my life didn't help to tone my self-asteem down any. Early on I always wanted to be a doctor. Just like my dad. So I won a lot of trophies. Did a lot of cool stuff. And it wasn't just a passing 'what-I-want-to-be-when-I-grow-up' thing. I really wanted to be a doctor. Because, how I saw it, I was smart enough to be one. Not to say that I wasn't. I just didn't see past that fact back then. It was all about me. Not about the people I would be helping. Untill that day.

I started high school with my eyes set on my ultimate goal. I knew what I was working toward. I knew what I wanted to do for the rest of my life. I got good grades. I was in the grey area in terms of popularity. Again with the smarts thing. It just seemed like everyone around me was an insect. I just had to keep them from crawling all over me untill graduation. And that day was where my plan seemed to fail.

I met a girl named Kappa, and we became best friends. Better than best friends. Better than the sister I never had. There was just something about her that wasn't like the rest of the class. I actually wanted to hear what she had to say. She seemed to be like me.

She was the one that changed my view.

Throughout my entire high school years, I'll never forget the profound impact she had on me. While we were so amazingly alike, she had a certain kindness that, looking back, I'd have to say that I definitely lacked. Whenever I'd talk about my dreams of becoming a doctor, she'd spin off onto how I could help so many people. Make such a difference. And in the end, I think she was right. We went through high school inseperable. She wanted to be an engineer, I wanted to be a doctor. We always joked about how she'd build a ship and we'd roam the galaxy together. We were serious, but I think the stress of school was kept at bay by the humor laced dreams. It's a pity we never got to fulfill that particular one.

I graduated and went to medical college, Kappa graduated and stayed home for a while. But we always kept in touch. My message screen always held her face, and hers mine. We kept tabs on each other, getting excited at every little incident. But then the war started. I almost forgot her face untill one day in the military OR. There had been at least a hundred other civilians that were hit in the raid.

There was my chance to help someone that I really loved and cared about. Even unconcious, I could almost hear her familiar voice saying "Come on. This is your dream. Get to it.

I worked like I never had before. It seemed like everything went right on my part. But it was too much.

Even if I had worked my best, I still couldn't save her.

The pain of losing Kappa sent the rest of that month into a blur. I worked as I normally did. Which was quite well, if I do say so. But it didn't have the same feeling it used to. It was almost like I didn't care any more. I still cared whether a patient lived or died...but it was different. After failing to save the only other person in the world that I related to...it was different.

I thought I was losing my entire mind untill one day about six months later. It was a routine procedure. Broken leg, some other damage that made it unable to be saved. I was just getting ready to take it off when a rather short corporal appeared at my side. He said that he had new orders that just came in. He sounded a little panicky.

The orders were to euthanize the patient if return to battle was impossible.

I froze. Well, of course, I wasn't going to do that. That was idiotic. But obviously the doctor next to me, who had heard the new orders, didn't have the same opinion.

Dr. Koa, why aren't you finishing up?" Was all the heartless jerk said.

I said nothing for a moment. Failure to carry out orders was...well, to say the least, punishable. The other doctor seemed to know what I wasn't saying. Turning to my table, he spoke again from behind the sterile, white mask. "I'll finish up. You're releived.

I didn't move.

Dr. Koa. You are releived." He said again.

You touch him, you're going to get a face full of floor." Came my calm reply.

Let's just cut to the chase and get to the part where I was dragged out by two rather large men and locked in my tent to wait for court martial.

There was nothing I could do. The new orders were already distributed to all the other doctors. And let me tell you...a lot of them were like that heartless jerk. Which I've wanted to deck at full power for the last three years. But just because I probably can't do that to every single doctor that was in my unit. Or the idiot who sent the orders in. Or whoever thought of it in the first place.

But I wasn't just going to sit around and wait to be brought to court for trying to save a man's life. I had thought about this all before, but never had much of a reason. Untill now. I had sketched it out in my head. I was good friends with the supply clerk. I knew which jeeps had the perfect mufflers. I knew which roads led to the ship docks.

And that night, I did it.

I left that sorry excuse for a MASH unit in my dust. Actually, it was one of those newfangled jeeps that don't actually leave any dust. So my -disallowed_word-sort of)

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