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Pre-Exodus Sleepers and faster than light travel.
2380. Standard Calendar

Human civilizations traveled throughout the Milky Way galaxy using sleeper vessels. These massive space faring vessels were typically carved into the hearts of asteroids, and were able to comfortably fit thousands of hopeful colonists, explorers, and dreamers, kept alive by myriad automated protective systems ensuring their long voyages would be made safely. The distances between solar systems meant that early space exploration was a massive investment in resources and time. These first sleeper ships expanding outward from Sol, their voyages lasting centuries.

While several false starts were made in the early 25th century (Terran Standard Calendar) towards bypassing the light-speed limit, the most successful primitive FTL method actually were based on the theoretical works done many centuries earlier. First, the Q-field testing on orbital ring facilities over Mars showed that the principles theorized could actually be applied on objects larger than sub-atomic particles. The Alcubierre-Wangner-Suzuki drive was the first such operational drive, able to reliably be fitted onto space-faring vessels. These first drives were massive, power hungry constructions, requiring truly massive hulls to support the field generation and power supply infrastructure.

This first generation of faster than light vessels were instrumental in a vast expansion of technological and cultural growth. To this day, some historians argue this ushered in a true Golden Age for mankind, far beyond any age seen in the millennia we were confined to Sol. Without the AWS drive, it certainly can not be denied that mankind left an unmistakable impact on the Milky Way. Without these drives, conventional sub-light research vessels would have taken many more millennia to reach the artifact sleeping in the barycenter of Sagittarius A*.

We were children, playing with the keys to the stars, exultant in the luxuries that were given to us by our glittering technologies, unaware of what actually lurked in the heart of our Milky Way. [See Com.Sec entry:Metatek Uru'noth, Awakening]

Faster than light travel, Exodus.
3680. Standard Calendar

Following his fall from grace in the eyes of the scientific community, ESAN, Eglin Mossburg wandered for a time, throughout the rim systems on the edge of the Milky Way. The 'frontier' worlds appealed to his desire for isolation, being so far from the petty squabbles of core human space. Mossburg was able to work on many projects that had previously been stymied by the established technological societies. Ethical questions were more simple out on the edge of human expansion. Settlers of those worlds looking more to eking out a stable existence, than relying on the luxuries of the core worlds, and all the red-tape that seemed to come with it.

While many considered Mossburg eccentric, and even border-line psychotic, his presence helped foster a sort of frontier renaissance. The harsh arid worlds of the Dynashi and Scepili B systems in particular flourished, becoming manufacturing and scientific power-houses. This was most fortunate, the reverberations of mankind elsewhere would soon be felt even in the furthest corners of the galaxy.

Curiosity had finally gotten the better of the core worlds, and the ponderous bureaucracy had finally shifted in the favor of ESAN. A massive joint expedition was launched, aiming to probe the very core of the Milky Way, seeking to answer many questions about the nature of stellar and galactic evolution.
Arriving with a burst of radiation and exotic particles, the research expedition mistakenly awoke the entity that had been placed there many unknown eons before. The patterns long since imprinted upon it shifting as it reacted to the scientist's questing minds and clicking of the primitive AI on-board their vessels. Awoken. One simple task. Re̴turn the chô̶̜͉s̷̝̄ͅen to her.̶

The Mirror was born, and our galaxy died.

The wave radiated outwards, faster than even the most advanced ASM drives could achieve, annihilating space-time itself. Because of this, the response of the core worlds is mostly unknown. [ComSci note:Theoretically, the raw data that the converted baryonic matter comprised is accessible, but it will be many lifetimes yet before we can recover it from the Mirror.]
Paradoxically, the burning heavens could be perceived even at the edge of the Milky Way, before the effects should have been felt. The manifestation of a glowing anomaly in the sky seem to match roughly with the estimated arrival time of the ESAN research mission at Sagittarius A*.

Under a burning sky, Eglin Mossburg executed a coup, backed by the other greatest scientific minds and aided by the manufacturing trusts. At that time, the only option Mossburg saw for the continued survival of the human race was to leave the burning husk of the galaxy far behind. With the skeptics in government deposed, and replaced with only the most pragmatic hand-chosen individuals, the greatest engineering project in human history began. It was clear, from the lack of communications from an increasingly large number of systems, measured outward from the heart of the galaxy, that the only way to survive was to leave, forever. A grand exodus, to save what remained of mankind.

Hundreds of asteroids, from the various solar systems surrounding Dynashi were fitted with huge, prototype drives designed by Eglin Mossburg himself. Thousands of light-years were bridged in hours. The automatic systems on the vessels noting the progress of the unweaving of the galaxy with cold calculating precision that only a machine can provide. The raw power of near constant drive tests almost rivaled the eerily burning skies, and provided a sense of hope to the men and working on the worlds bellow. The asteroids were hollowed out, and fitted with racks of cryogenic caskets, similar to those used by the ancient pre-FTL vessels.

Automated drones continued to provide a feed of information, recording the death of worlds and stars with their mechanical eyes, and cold dead machine minds. It was only by accident that the corruption of these drones was discovered. A maintenance crew working on the surface of one of the asteroids triggered a power conduit buried underneath protective layers of ice, causing them to instantly hundreds of light years away.

The maintenance crew saw what the AI could not. The sky, ablaze with maddening shards of color and twists of space. The conversion wasn't months away from the Exodus ship's construction... it was days away. The drones, had been lost inside some broken aspect of time, their sensors recording different potential realities. The observation by conscious humans had served to collapse the wave of potential realities. These divergent existences breaking and washing over their minds. The automated maintenance jump sequence cycled after 30 minutes, necessary to recharge capacitors, returning the Sleeper, and the members of the maintenance crew on its surface, to Dynashi space. Consciousness failing, but able to still report on this horrifying development, the final days of the Exodus project drew near.
[ComSec.note: This seems awfully convenient to the efforts of the Exodus. Was the FTL jump deliberate sabotage, or influence by outside forces? Additional Metatek entities? Note: Task clerk with finding more supporting information]

250 sleeper ships left, seconds ahead of the wave, the carefully chosen cargo frozen inside. The last of us, the greatest of us. The Alcubierre-Mossburg fields tearing a hole in space, flinging the sleeping humans outwards, towards a new life. 3 would arrive on target, 2,150 years later, and we would begin anew, wiser for our struggles.

Mirror Gates
5870. Standard Calendar
[.Entry Corrupted.]
Step out beyond the edge || and start the motion.
Look out below, I know there's no decision.
Just collision.

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Description
Pre-Exodus Sleepers and faster than light travel.
2380. Standard Calendar

Human civilizations traveled throughout the Milky Way galaxy using sleeper vessels. These massive space faring vessels were typically carved into the hearts of asteroids, and were able to comfortably fit thousands of hopeful colonists, explorers, and dreamers, kept alive by myriad automated protective systems ensuring their long voyages would be made safely. The distances between solar systems meant that early space exploration was a massive investment in resources and time. These first sleeper ships expanding outward from Sol, their voyages lasting centuries.

While several false starts were made in the early 25th century (Terran Standard Calendar) towards bypassing the light-speed limit, the most successful primitive FTL method actually were based on the theoretical works done many centuries earlier. First, the Q-field testing on orbital ring facilities over Mars showed that the principles theorized could actually be applied on objects larger than sub-atomic particles. The Alcubierre-Wangner-Suzuki drive was the first such operational drive, able to reliably be fitted onto space-faring vessels. These first drives were massive, power hungry constructions, requiring truly massive hulls to support the field generation and power supply infrastructure.

This first generation of faster than light vessels were instrumental in a vast expansion of technological and cultural growth. To this day, some historians argue this ushered in a true Golden Age for mankind, far beyond any age seen in the millennia we were confined to Sol. Without the AWS drive, it certainly can not be denied that mankind left an unmistakable impact on the Milky Way. Without these drives, conventional sub-light research vessels would have taken many more millennia to reach the artifact sleeping in the barycenter of Sagittarius A*.

We were children, playing with the keys to the stars, exultant in the luxuries that were given to us by our glittering technologies, unaware of what actually lurked in the heart of our Milky Way. [See Com.Sec entry:Metatek Uru'noth, Awakening]

Faster than light travel, Exodus.
3680. Standard Calendar

Following his fall from grace in the eyes of the scientific community, ESAN, Eglin Mossburg wandered for a time, throughout the rim systems on the edge of the Milky Way. The 'frontier' worlds appealed to his desire for isolation, being so far from the petty squabbles of core human space. Mossburg was able to work on many projects that had previously been stymied by the established technological societies. Ethical questions were more simple out on the edge of human expansion. Settlers of those worlds looking more to eking out a stable existence, than relying on the luxuries of the core worlds, and all the red-tape that seemed to come with it.

While many considered Mossburg eccentric, and even border-line psychotic, his presence helped foster a sort of frontier renaissance. The harsh arid worlds of the Dynashi and Scepili B systems in particular flourished, becoming manufacturing and scientific power-houses. This was most fortunate, the reverberations of mankind elsewhere would soon be felt even in the furthest corners of the galaxy.

Curiosity had finally gotten the better of the core worlds, and the ponderous bureaucracy had finally shifted in the favor of ESAN. A massive joint expedition was launched, aiming to probe the very core of the Milky Way, seeking to answer many questions about the nature of stellar and galactic evolution.
Arriving with a burst of radiation and exotic particles, the research expedition mistakenly awoke the entity that had been placed there many unknown eons before. The patterns long since imprinted upon it shifting as it reacted to the scientist's questing minds and clicking of the primitive AI on-board their vessels. Awoken. One simple task. Re̴turn the chô̶̜͉s̷̝̄ͅen to her.̶

The Mirror was born, and our galaxy died.

The wave radiated outwards, faster than even the most advanced ASM drives could achieve, annihilating space-time itself. Because of this, the response of the core worlds is mostly unknown. [ComSci note:Theoretically, the raw data that the converted baryonic matter comprised is accessible, but it will be many lifetimes yet before we can recover it from the Mirror.]
Paradoxically, the burning heavens could be perceived even at the edge of the Milky Way, before the effects should have been felt. The manifestation of a glowing anomaly in the sky seem to match roughly with the estimated arrival time of the ESAN research mission at Sagittarius A*.

Under a burning sky, Eglin Mossburg executed a coup, backed by the other greatest scientific minds and aided by the manufacturing trusts. At that time, the only option Mossburg saw for the continued survival of the human race was to leave the burning husk of the galaxy far behind. With the skeptics in government deposed, and replaced with only the most pragmatic hand-chosen individuals, the greatest engineering project in human history began. It was clear, from the lack of communications from an increasingly large number of systems, measured outward from the heart of the galaxy, that the only way to survive was to leave, forever. A grand exodus, to save what remained of mankind.

Hundreds of asteroids, from the various solar systems surrounding Dynashi were fitted with huge, prototype drives designed by Eglin Mossburg himself. Thousands of light-years were bridged in hours. The automatic systems on the vessels noting the progress of the unweaving of the galaxy with cold calculating precision that only a machine can provide. The raw power of near constant drive tests almost rivaled the eerily burning skies, and provided a sense of hope to the men and working on the worlds bellow. The asteroids were hollowed out, and fitted with racks of cryogenic caskets, similar to those used by the ancient pre-FTL vessels.

Automated drones continued to provide a feed of information, recording the death of worlds and stars with their mechanical eyes, and cold dead machine minds. It was only by accident that the corruption of these drones was discovered. A maintenance crew working on the surface of one of the asteroids triggered a power conduit buried underneath protective layers of ice, causing them to instantly hundreds of light years away.

The maintenance crew saw what the AI could not. The sky, ablaze with maddening shards of color and twists of space. The conversion wasn't months away from the Exodus ship's construction... it was days away. The drones, had been lost inside some broken aspect of time, their sensors recording different potential realities. The observation by conscious humans had served to collapse the wave of potential realities. These divergent existences breaking and washing over their minds. The automated maintenance jump sequence cycled after 30 minutes, necessary to recharge capacitors, returning the Sleeper, and the members of the maintenance crew on its surface, to Dynashi space. Consciousness failing, but able to still report on this horrifying development, the final days of the Exodus project drew near.
[ComSec.note: This seems awfully convenient to the efforts of the Exodus. Was the FTL jump deliberate sabotage, or influence by outside forces? Additional Metatek entities? Note: Task clerk with finding more supporting information]

250 sleeper ships left, seconds ahead of the wave, the carefully chosen cargo frozen inside. The last of us, the greatest of us. The Alcubierre-Mossburg fields tearing a hole in space, flinging the sleeping humans outwards, towards a new life. 3 would arrive on target, 2,150 years later, and we would begin anew, wiser for our struggles.

Mirror Gates
5870. Standard Calendar
[.Entry Corrupted.]
Step out beyond the edge || and start the motion.
Look out below, I know there's no decision.
Just collision.

Mature Content