- Special entry one
Volunteer number- CD0001332
Its humanity's two thousandth and fiftieth year
[XS2] After Death and
the Earth's life has all but been extinguished from the inside
This destruction was never in any our of our intentions, the
original goal was to observe this stunning and unique planet.
We were supposed to be neutral observers brought only to watch
such beauty from a distance. In the end, unable to just watch
it die, we chose to help heal this bleeding planet's beauty. We
were trying to save this planet. This planet which was slowly
imploding in on itself. The entire observer fleet made solely
out of volunteers from across Dalkion's galaxy had been
watching this planet for six hundred and twenty five
[XS3] metaclicks but
even after all that time, we still couldn't understand the
actions and behaviors of the dominating species
[XS4] of this planet.
They had somehow [XS5]
set in motion, with what looked like full
knowledge of the consequences, a chain reaction
t[XS6] hat could end
absolutely all life on the planet, turning it into its sister
planet, known on this planet as Venus.
In response to what our research found, we sent a full
report to the main citadel of Dalkion Z. It took sixty two
point five metaclicks for them to come to a decision and return
a response. 'Evacuate most of the smaller, weaker and less
intelligent species of this planet.' Considering the
none of the members in the observer fleet
fought the decision and soon the evacuation program
I remember now[XS8]
, hating how long the response had taken from
the Citadel. For over three thousand different types of their
local races had crossed over to extinction, more races than my
own planet has recorded in ten billion meta clicks. More races
then our species had ever recorded on a single planet iin one
time. In hind sight its funny how such a trivial thing could
upset me, considering all that's happened to this one planet.
Considering that the extinction rate on planet had been so much
larger over the course of our stay.
Six hundred and fifty meta clicks since our arrival and our
first attempt to aid the planet commenced with finding a
suitable planet with the same type of atmosphere, it was
decided that Dalkion Z, my own home planet, would be a suitable
host for the time being until they could find more suitable
planets. There were many other planets that would also welcome
such beauty with open arms. It would be the Earth's only
valuable contribution to the universe.
The question had been raised by myself and other volunteers.
What if this isn't ours to take? Wasn't it the role of
observers to only observe and not take part no matter what?
Shouldn't we rather let this planet die and use its death to
teach others of the consequences of certain actions?
Those were the questions raised by many but the program
continued as planned. The united observer group carefully
removed a great number of the planet's local smaller and less
significant races before moving to their more well known
The dominant species had not noticed. We were
deep into our evacuation plan when the dominate species
eventually took notice.
They blamed each other. They finally took a deeper notice of
their own dying planet. They fought amongst themselves at first
by non violent means. They united and marched on their
buildings of power and citadels.
The group knew that we as observers had to stop. We were
effecting too much change upon them so we waited and waited and
we watched as time passed and their buildings spread over the
planet and grew in size and height. As their cultivated lands
grew, the previous owners of those lands started to perish. The
more immobile races [XS10]
or 'vegetation' were carelessly and
mercilessly cut down.
I had just finished my evacuation report when we received a
memo stating from main citadel that 'Things were growing out of
their hands and that the news of the planet had started to
become very public amongst other sentient planets'. We had to
speed things up and we had to take action or the BlackStar
electorate of the universe would make colonizing, or as we
smarter races knew as attacking, the planet legal.
Suddenly my own and everyone else's objective had changed.
Our combined objective now to discover what was killing this
planet. I reported that the certain levels of gasses within the
planet, the same gases that made their sister planet, Venus,
inhabitable were beyond dangerously high. It seemed to only be
a question of time before the Earth would meet the same fate.
The citadel immediately sent volunteer researchers to other
planets to find out if anyone knew of a solution or would be
willing to help.
The answer came back sooner than we had expected from a race
more volatile, cunning and dangerous than any other I'd ever
come across, but their solution was a good one. Their solution,
it appeared, was the only one. They had on their planet a race
of creature that could be tamed and kept and were the best
solution because they like the creatures that had been so
carelessly cut down could balance the planet's atmosphere.
And so Anorak, the head representative and counselor of both
the planet and the Blackstar Directorate, sent one of his sons
and a container holding enough of these atmosphere balancing
creatures to save this planet within one hundred and fifty
metaclicks. With my knowledge of the planet and their over all
culture I suggested they go to a land where there was not a
large population or military force, a land of peace. A place of
diversity, I gave them several ideal locations. They ignored my
suggestions and headed into the heart of the most dangerous
locations, citing that their own research had proved that land
as the leaders among the divided nations with the most
The most alarming thing happened. The dominating species of
the planet sent thousands of their weapons and machines into
the skies for attack. They shockingly took down the ship which
was flown by Anorak's son. The observers, myself included,
watched in silent shock as the ship crash landed releasing the
atmosphere balancing creatures without a trainer.
The result was a massacre, the creatures of earth continued
their attack with gusto against the creatures now known as the
Sorkhens. The Sorkhen took to the planet's soft soil with
amazing vigor and dug into the ground beneath. In my
desperation I must admit I had not truly considered how the
Sorkhen would react to a planet hundred of times more temperate
than their own. There was a war between the dominant species
and the Sorkhen, the supposed saviors of the planet. The
Sorkhen took million upon millions [XS11]
of lives of the dominant species now known as
the human race. The Sorkhen and the humans fought killing and
dying constantly. Eventually the humans won out at the cost of
a large portion of their lands.
I watched, conflicted, as the humans celebrated and rejoiced
over destroying their only hope at survival.
Director's log- Special entry two
Volunteer number- CD0001332
The death of Anorak's son had never been considered. As far
as our planet's head citadel and the fleet were concerned the
humans would not have attacked with such gusto. Though, at the
same time, no one had considered the ship to be destroyed they
way it was. No one could have also imagined Anorak's wrath
Only one metaclick later our observer fleet was brought
under heavy attack. I gave the order for all fleets to evacuate
themselves. My main ship did not manage to escape. We were
gunned down and our ship was forced to land on the planet
earth. The damage to the ship was extensive and we have lost
many a researcher. We made to escape but were forced back into
a retreating position by the following invasion force that has
attacked the earth with a vigor of their own commonly known
with Anorak's people, though it isn't actually his people he is
using. He appears to have… Those are meaningless speculations,
whether or not he is using his own people is irrelevant. I fear
I may be falling into the human trend.
Director's log- Special entry three
Volunteer number- CD0001332
We have been here in hiding for four human years. The year
is now twenty-one fifty-four AD. We have received no response
from the Dalkion Z and are forced to either wait for a rescue
which I know will not come or make our escape. We are now
finished effecting repairs and escape appears to be within
grasp. Only a human encampment has stopped here. Our need to
research and observe has stopped our escape. We only hope that
our curiosity does not lead to our downfall as it has to many a