Episode 01, Chapter 1

The first galactic recordings date back to what is recorded as IP meaning Istoria Prima or Pre-History. Only a few surviving records or tales remain from this era which began approximately 9,000 years ago at the dawn of galactic civilization.

Chapterette I: IP - 1 AI
The Komters arose on the barren husk of a once beautiful comet, due to the precarious nature of comets their ecosystem was rather fragile and short lived. It is believed that Panspermia events of perhaps an artificial nature seeded the Komter lifeforms across the Colt Cluster and the greater Imperial and Orchid Galaxies. The exact system from which the race originated has been lost with time and many competing stories exist, infatuated by widespread Komter tradition of Oral record keeping leading to hundreds of conflicting accounts of origin.

In the Orchid Galaxy, Geziva, a late sequence A type star, played host to an early race called the Dalvan sprung up on a planetoid in the asteroid belt of Denna. They grew much faster technologically than other early races around them such as the Vondunke, Aree, and Selthen. The Dalvan were crystal based lifeforms.

Chapterette II: 1 AI - 1000 AI with the Alkataha
My eyes begged and pleaded with me to close, pushing, and pulling themselves to save my eyes from it's continual and torturous exposure to the dim light before the dawn. The sight of the nighttime horizon that was earlier so beautiful with it's brilliant pinks and greens against the black backdrop of space had become sleep's soft lullaby to my mind, as she joined in the peaceful onslaught of drowsiness. But I could not give in, my life depended on it, the great city of Dubez depended upon my uncompromising alertness until dawn. I can't afford the sleep. I leaned back against the hard stone wall, I as my eyes swept across the edge of the woodlands, I noticed a horned Akrai grazing dead ahead, I did not have the energy to wonder what it was doing, I simply focused my eyes on it's silly behavior.

"No!!" I awoke with a soft cry, "No!!, Apara, No!!" I repeated to myself in an even softer tone, not wanting to catch the attention of the foreman, It had overtaken me for a second but the spear sliding down my hand once again saved my life. I slapped myself hard, and slapped my still stinging face again, and a third time, the pain begged me not to further it a fourth time. But I winced again with the impact of another strike, nearly brining my tired eyes to tears. But a tear here would be well worth sparing myself the agony of the second ritual, It would be an easy trade if it saved me from the dismemberment of my arms after they were seared, if it would save me from being impaled by the chin as I slowly lost my breath hanging upside down. If they could only save me, I stopped pacing but did not dare to lean on the wall behind me, The skyline once again invited my eyes to drink her in and focus, but I could not allow myself to admire her beauty, I could not come to the beckon of the horizon as it called softly for me to rest my eyes on it, I shook my head as I could not bring my hand against my face again, "I must stay awake, stay strong, stay vigilant". I yawned and leaned against the wall semi consciously, "I must stay awake, stay strooon', stay strong, stae vigi.." I shook my head awake again vigorously, "Stay awake, stay.. stae," I glanced up from the tree line "Stay vigilant," I said as I heard my spear clamber against the ground "Stay awae... that horizon, she really is beautiful....."

"A crises long in the making, which began so long ago when we forgot, then denied the existence of life and conscious in another. Could it be that we abandoned "Primative Savageness", shaming the act of our ancestors only to adopt their principles in everyway except name. We scoff the 2nd Ritual of Da Vë, where our grandfathers impaled each other out of a carnal blood lust calling it devotion, yet we ourselves eat the child of the "Heigirin", bathe, and deny our wrong. If you would only open your eyes or loosen your noses you will know it is so. That five centuries of civilization has brought us back to little more than the sadistic instincts of our fathers. We rob our citizens with "Charities" lining the pockets of the Tycoon's Secretary. The same Tycoons who created the need for which the charity is used to meet. Now the season has come where the Alkete will either come to they' senses or forever surrender power into the hands of the Iaranaal become themselves Heigirin. Now the season has come where the Alkete can choose to defend the merits and very foundation of civilization which are the preservation, recognition, and covenants of it's members. Or exchange these foundations for a generation of peace followed by an eternity of bondage.

What is said of "Those who forget history"? Could it be we are not only forgetting history but actively pursuing it's abolition, damning the next ten generations to repeat our mistakes, and that is if the Iaranaal give them the opportunity to play with liberties that long. If you would only shut your mouths and listen, or shut your legs and watch, you would know it is so. We have withdrawn representation from those born before 340 saying 'let the next generation choose for himself'. Am I mad or is this crazy?! Those who saw the war and the famine, now we shut them up, yes the power has been removed from the Antessocracy but who have we given it to? The generation of the flash, lets return to our senses not to give the power back to the Antessocracy, but may I meet the anguish of the second ritual if it is given to the hands of the Iaranaal or the meteor. Now the season has come, and let's make damn sure that Alkete see's another." - Alayira Halgȧetsa, Alkete Revolutionist, 948 AI.

In the year 949 AI, The Kal Diarchic Republic was the most powerful nation on Tolholta, after uniting the two Civilizations of the Altatsa Empire and the State of Debȧezs two centuries before, In the year of 950 it had collapsed into a number of regional powers leaving only the small rump "Diarchy of Kal"

Chapterette III: 1 AI - 1000 AI in the Oceans
"Orrha' ah' ah' aah' Your sound, your words are mu'sic, your breathe, like the ring of bext. Your aroma, sweeter than illk, sinks to the bottom of my pulse. Orrha' ah' ah' aah' Your form, your swing finds my dreams, your beat, ever on my mind. But your windows, have not a co'mparison, save your glance and smile, Orrha' ah' ah' aah'."

E'Hydraqua recorded history did not begin until roughly 400 AI beginning with oral tales. The love song above is believed to have originated in 500 AI. Though not a typical story, it does demonstrate some of the variety that the sea bound, penless people managed to establish in spite.

Meanwhile in the depths of Arçælo, the Vondunke were fighting Krakkens and developed hunter groups of pods or clans.

Chapterette IV: 1 AI - 1000 AI on Dalvanvas
By 100 AI, the atmosphere of Dalvanvas rang with the constant humb of it's inhabitants

Chapterette V: 1 AI - 1000 AI under Nautey
"A thousand years ago, Deyzocol was born of the darkness and deep silence of the Haus. All alone he cried and the firmament was seeded by the sound of his tears. The sound attracted the light who laid on the tears of Deyzocol. Deyzocol had left, and walked on the ground of Noth. His steps froze the ground and his breath chilled the air. The bite of the cold seeded the Noth, from which was torn also the wolves of the south. After the light had carried the tears of Deyzocol, it fell into a slumber and from it's body was tore off Nautey. The light bled forming the seas and it awoke returning to the skies to summon the lights to watch over Nautey. Nautey drank from the sea of Xau and while Deyzocol wandered the tundra's, she slumbered in the Xau, and from her shoulders were torn the six gods. Deyzocol came upon the gods and the cold threatened to put out the light of the gods. But Nautey awoke and defeated Deyzocol, chasing him back into the tundra's and the darkness and deep silence, And so Nautey continues to fend off Deyzocol from the ground of Noth to this day,"