Just fucked that pilot named Rain – had her wear her pilot’s helmet the whole time. It was grand.
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The 2300s were largely about: Spacecraft-carriers of Firefly and Halo being built and launched, with the United Nations Space Command established. A century earlier, I’d gone out with my Inisfreeans to map all of Space, and to make contact with all who were compatible with us out there. The century before that, we’d been cleaning up our planet in the aftermath of the invasion called humans/humanity. Humans had a few Secret Space Programs (SSPs) they tried to use to get back off-world, but their efforts had largely been mopped up Dark Fleet of the German SSP, as well as by others. What the humans still on Earth (and those who’d been forced back to Earth) were now being allowed to do… was make another round of spaceships big enough to carry and relocate them all (because this time… they wouldn’t be allowed to come back; thus ‘Earth That Was’, and stories like Battlestar Galactica).
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From the Timeline Sub-webpages:
2301: SC: Earth’s human population passes 23 billion (increasing 22.994 billion in 288 years, after being reduced in The Rapture to barely 6 million).
2310: HA: Colony Ships house the brightest humans from Earth, analyzing the Slipstream for more predictable FTL travel.
2311: RF: General Joseph Prosek, no longer able to launch a full campaign, sends covert teams to undermine any magic-using entities whenever possible.
- Tritonia reaches self-sufficiency.
2312: RF: Glitter Boy Mark IV suit put into mass production; first armored, laser-reflecting, space-worthy bodysuit (surpassing the Iron Man model).
2313: HA: Quito Space Tether is completed.
- All humans finish migrating from Earth, save only a few million kept as Outland ‘buffer’ slaves. All signs of human civilization are erased from the Earth, down to its hollow core.
- The entire land surface of the Earth is a faintly glowing, triple-canopy rainforest, all the way up to the Antarctic Perimeter Wall of Inisfree, inside the lip of the South Polar Hole.
- The global rainforest maximizes, beginning to glow slightly more (more so than the signature grasses of Ireland-That-Was).
2316: Tritonia begins international trade.
2319: SC: The three colonies in Koprulu are reunited by regaining space travel.
- RF: The Kingdom of Texas unites all land masses up from it into Canada, while Greater Georgia unites all land masses diagonally up toward Maine.
2330: RF: The town of Red Wing, users of technology and magic, is bombed into oblivion.
2335: RF: Lazlo town (not yet named that) in Canada has over 100,000 residents with more coming every day.
2336: RF: The Dakir build a stronghold in the Andes Plateau and relocate their highly successful mercenary force, the Megaversal Legion, to the valley nearby.
2338: RF: The dark Sunaj Assassins start a campaign of genocide against the True Atlanteans.
2339: RF: In England, the alien intelligence, Zazshan, through Mrrlyn, elevated the general education and quality of life of two large towns and several neighboring villages. The Code of Chivalry and the Knights were eventually created and the unified kingdom named New Camelot.
2345: RF: U.S.-Japan team invents SAMAS power-armor suit.
2348: RF: Lazlo, now a city of 250,000 and growing, still has no official name.
c.2350: LC: Fthaggua and its fire vampires are due to arrive on Earth.
2351: RF: The Federation of Magic starts terrorism.
2354: RF: Humans and Ohajee Megaversal Troops lead a rebellion against the Dakir after disabling their safeguards against such an act. They conquer the Dakir stronghold in the Andes, renaming it Fort Desperado, and decide to remain a mercenary unit.
2359: RF: A reconnaissance team reports seeing Cyber-Horsemen later found to be technologically advanced Centaurs.
2360: RF: The Arkhona return, folding into space above Earth, intent on destroying the Nazcans, but Earth space defenses shoot them down, they lose 1/3 of their fleet to dimensional anomalies, and take seclusion in the small mountains of Ecuador.
2362: HA: Colony Ship “Odyssey” launched to search for a world to terraform and populate, which it does.
- Over 200 worlds are being terraformed for human colonization.
2366: RF: The Xiticix, a xenophobic insectile species, appear out of several rifts in Sasketchewan, Manitoba, the Dakotas, and Nebraska. They refuse all communication and build large hive complexes.
- Erin Tarn sends an expedition, composed of a Cyber-Knight, four Knights, a Borg, a Psi-Hound, and a Technomage, to learn the truth of the vampires in Mexico.
2367: RF: the Canadian “super-base” rifted from 2099 arrives, they spend the next year adjusting and forming a new plan.
2369: RF: An ancient dragon named Melastirth arrives in the First City of the Lizard Men.
- RCMP change their name to Tundra Rangers.
2371: RF: Lieutenant Colonel Carol Black establishes the first Psi-Battalion, which goes on to have an excellent success record.
- The Tundra Rangers finish gathering intel. about North America.
2373: RF: The Republic of Japan reappears on Earth after three days in their dimensional pocket turns out to be about 300 years. Within 6 hours, 10,000 are dead/missing and 32,100 injured.
2377: RF: The Colombians destroy all major vampire cities and nearly drive out the Vampire Intelligence responsible for the Vampire War, but the creatures manage to survive.
2384: RF: Ishpeming’s population passes 250,000.
2386: RF: The Xiticix population passes 350,000.
2389: RF: The Goddess Isis is struck with an experimental bio-wizard microbe sent by Set. She does not remember her Divine origins and is unaware that she was a warrior goddess. The microbe’s duration is unknown.
2390: RF: The Arkhon fleet reappears, provoking a massive space battle, the Arkhons fight off the Earth space fleet but retreat to Mars upon discovering their FTL drives were burnt out.
2391: RF: Northern Guns population passes 400,000, while the Xiticix population passes 1.6 million.
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Ghost: 2300
The power-armor suits I’d dreamed up for the 80s and 90s hadn’t caught on with most human law-enforcement until after the era of the mega-cities featured in Judge Dredd. ‘Ghost’ suits were now somewhat known to the human public, though, and their use was only being furthered; they would eventually lead to the prototypes of what would become the Ghosts of StarCraft, and the sometimes-cloakable Mjolnir-suits of Halo.
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Earth That Was: 2310s
Even before humans off-world starting calling Earth this (“Earth That Was”), I sometimes thought about it in another sense; the Earth that existed back when humans were barely a threat. The Earth that was… before modern mankind? It was the paradise the legends say; gigantic trees taller than all the skyscrapers today, food growing naturally everywhere, all species living in harmony with one another, water you could drink from anywhere, etc.
Humans tried to make the Earth something it was never meant to be, and nearly succeeded. Actually they did succeed for a time. Getting them to believe the Earth had perished, just like they assumed all things perish/ed, was the only real way to get them to leave it alone for good.
Now, thanks to me holding my vision as long as I did, the Earth that was back before the invasion that was humanity… is coming back, easy to see no matter where you roam upon its surface. If you want to see those gigantic World Trees of the distant past, look no farther than the hundreds of sites around the world where they are already re-growing. If you want to see a beautiful array of races and species getting along again just the way they were always intended to, look no farther than Inisfree and the hidden realms allied with it/us.
The Earth that was… is back.
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The Attempt on Inisfree 2311
Right before mankind was booted back off the Earth once and for all, they were allowed to throw all they had at my precious home-city –but this was, of course, just another trick to soften up their military, ensuring it wouldn’t be present any longer… to stop the dragons that were about to be unleashed to herd and chase away the rest of their evil kind. The Joes had once sent operative Lady Jaye out to find Inisfree, and she had. They’d worked this whole time to learn more about the unbelievably hidden and powerful capital of all the realms, and… after centuries of ramping up for a second ‘stab’ at it… what their organization had deteriorated into (another elitist military-industrial complex abomination like the long-gone CIA)… was coming.
Multiple navies brought multiple armies and air forces to converge all around the one region of Antarctica where they felt sure all their data and deductions were saying Inisfree was. We let them come. My wives, daughters, Black Ops kings, and I were ready.
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Preteen Protection: 2312
Just as I had on all my journeys, I protected the pure and innocent youths –which humans tended to sense, target, and bully into emotional oblivion, always hoping to ‘crack’ and indoctrinate them, perpetuating the human system. Humans tried to legalize forcing new incarnations/people to attend school until their teenage years ended… because humans knew those were the most formative and vulnerable (and dependent) years. Because of this, I and my Inisfreeans always –not just often– intervened, liberating people when they were still preteens; when they still had enough of a chance to escape the brainwashing/system, they then getting to reach their inner/true/destined potential/s, no longer reduced to being mindless corporate slaves.
Most humans are born rather mindless; there is no point trying to save them, because they simply don’t have the essence in them to want a different way/life; they, like their parents, hate truth, love, honesty, balance, healthiness, fairness, teamwork, you name it. Still, there are millions of preteens who, like I back during my preteen days, sense that things are not right, and that they must stand up for what they just somehow know is right, so we have developed ways of detecting and extracting those youths. Hundreds of thousands of them from Earth alone, as well as many more from other colonized/inhabited worlds, “make the cut” (through our pre-screening process).
Djinnifer starts protecting those compatible/worthy/good-natured preteens the moment it detects their mind-signatures / mindsets / compatibility out in the Outlands; that greatest A.I. of ours taps into everything, using our omni-interfacing technology, to ensure all the A.I./tech’ out there, and many of the mindless humans and other things, keep working out in those preteens’ favor, mitigating whatever those preteens might be going through –or being put there. Then, when the time is right, Djinnifer sends out an ICV, or a whole team of ICVs, to make contact with them, at which point an offer for salvation/relocation/liberation is made. Those who accept… get flown to Inisfree, and you know the rest; tour, schooling, graduation, free housing, help with their dreams/projects, etc.. Amen.
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Humanity Metastasizes: 2313
By 2313, 99% of the billions of humans again straining the poor Earth… were gone. That is to say they had been chased down off the planet (into Space, which we Inisfreeans see as being down), and were now so busy trying to get reorganized out there in The Black… that most had already started to forget they’d ever been on Earth at all. Earth would soon be referred to by all of them… as Earth That Was, as if it was no more. (Probably for the best, as how heartbreaking it would have been for so many of them to know that wonderful world was still out there and long out of their range, never to be experienced or occupied again –at least not by them.)
This could be seen as somewhat of a cancer-like metastasis; humanity burst out from the cell-like Earth in many directions, flinging itself out to the myriad of remaining SSP colonies and stations their 20th-century efforts out there had led to. Like a spreading cancer, their odd thoughts kept their own kind down, and kept all the worlds they came to looking barren, they having no love for them, nor any practice pre-greening them. (All they had was a loveless focus on a belief in terraforming technology/ies, and that would never do (be enough).)
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Dragon Wardens: 2314
It is the first year since 99% of mankind was forcibly and permanently booted off the planet (Earth). In their absence, far less radiation (and far less mental/mind-radiation; negative assumptions/thoughts/brainwashing) blankets/bothers the outer surface of the Earth and its skies. It is far quieter, too, and there is almost no pollution anywhere at all. Powerful magic shielded all the compatible/worthy realms/cities/peoples on Earth from the pole-shift that was triggered to help sweep and wash away –and bury– the remains of the abandoned/emptied global human civilization; the mega-cities are “gone” (ruined, destroyed, mostly buried or submerged, only a few expanses of their blackened and flooded skyscrapers still visible above the waves and new mud-plains).
The dragons that took to the skies in 2313 to ensure all those unwanted/unworthy humans finally left as King Auz commanded them to… are still out in the open, on patrol, though not so much to check for any lucky/rare stragglers/squatters/humans; they are on patrol to continue the mop-up, clean-up, and re-greening effort/campaign. Some call them “dragon wardens”, though they are not wardens of dragons, of course; they are literal wardens who are dragons. Perhaps it is more accurate to now call them “dragon stewards”, since those they once policed and punished/corrected… are now flung far out across the Abyss/Hell those wayward souls (humans) call Space.
King Auz loves riding on the dragon-children he had with/by Daenerys Targaryen back in the 2010s. They are more than three centuries old now, and love to fly in formation together, like a flock of giant, armored, fire-breathing geese, all of them happily and proudly roaring, though, not honking. They love and protect their father, both his and their mother’s nature and will now in them fully, their whole beings wired to be extensions of that union, thus what they do during their flights/patrols… is always to help chase/eat/end all who would pose any threat to the great work/campaigns of him/them; these dragons protect the re-growing/returning World Trees, as well as the Elves and all other peoples/races who do the same (who are here to help re-green / restore the Earth –and all worlds– to the way they were meant to be, and the way they, for a very long time, were… before the invaders called humans appeared).
For the next few decades, King Auz and Queen Daenerys will go on many dragon-back rides/flights/missions/patrols with the “dragon wardens”. Anytime humans try to scout back into Earth’s atmosphere, they will be there to stop them, teaching them harsh and unforgiving lessons, uncompromising, never letting a single human back through. Enough was enough, and now these great people have all the power and forces in the world on their side to help them.
Eventually… King Auz will go out into Space to spread his healing/stabilizing influence there, too, knowing that the humans out there will still be causing/manifesting/worsening things… just as they did when still allowed to be on Earth. This will lead him to his 2nd Marine Corps branch/unit; the USCMC. Having had years of experience being a Marine back on Earth, he’ll fit right in, and none of the foolish, primitive humans out there… will ever be the wiser; none of them will ever be able to figure out that his mere presence… is what is keeping their contact with monstrous alien manifestations in Hell (Space) to a manageable and beatable level.
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Bug Stompers: 2346-2349
I was living life as one of the Colonial (Space) Marines now. It was my second time being a Marine in this life, though I did work with some like them when I was helping with one of the SSPs. The unit/team I was with as a Colonial Marine used the nickname Bug Stompers; they were some who had been trained to counter-hunt –and even exterminate– the giant bug-like pests, such as the Xenomorphs, that had become a problem for some of the Earth’s off-world colonies and terraforming stations. “Bug Stompers; we endanger species,” was how our patches read.
A lot of time had passed between the time when flame-throwers were last issued for use in combat (during the World/Great Wars)… and today. Had it really been hundreds of years? Risky though the devices still were, they were fantastic at sterilizing hostile lifeforms, all the way from their conception/egg stages up into and through adulthood.
Flame-throwers weren’t the only weapons we were issued, though; we also had been given smart-cannons and sentry-guns, both of which could identify and accurately fire at anything which might do us harm. Handheld motion trackers were also standard-issue, and I wondered how different things might have been for my original Marine units, had we ever been issued this tech’ during Iraq.
For the next few years (one average/common enlistment period), I’d be working with my fellow Bug Stompers. Hundreds of missions were coming up. It felt GREAT to be able to shoot all my problems again.
The name I chose to enlist with and go by… was Sergeant Johnathan Bravo.
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Slipping Away: 2349
As my final year with the Bug Stompers wrapped up, most of us having survived, it felt as though some great and unstoppable cosmic force was smoothly and steadily parting us from each other, never to be seen or heard from again. Had I manifested them only for this time of my life, and were they instinctively un-manifesting now that we all knew I’d had my fill?
This second round of military service went so much better than my first; my first had been fraught with all manner of retarded dropouts, war criminals, and worse. There’d been times I wondered if I’d ever make it. I prayed so hard and daily, sometimes hourly, during those years. It was a miracle I’d ended up going from a terrible squad… to one that actually honored and maintained the brotherhood. Now I think… being a Colonial Marine was my third round of military service; it was my third squad/team. The Colonial Marine Corps was also, in a way, my third lengthy period of active duty; I’d treated my years making Inisfree’s military as a non-optional term of critical service, too.
I actually said my goodbyes to the Marines I served with this time; I’d never bothered with the losers from before; from back during the American military years. These Bug Stompers, though, had been a different breed and lot entirely. We’d successfully killed countless asshole creatures together, saving I don’t know how many colonies and expensive stations, and now, just as professionally as they’d trained, teamed up, and kicked ass, …they moved on.
The Inisfreean portal slipped around me, bending Space until I was right back home. My teammates out there finally… slipped away.
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Elena’s Territory: 2360s
I loved seeing my sexy ‘werewolf Barbie’ succeeding at establishing and enriching a vast territory all her own. She practically had her own nation now! …
Picture a new nation that had just as many centuries as the U.S.A. had to get going and prominent. Even though humans in their mega-cities had spread far and wide in the latitudes below, most of Canada, where Elena’s territory –now nation– had been growing up, had been left alone, unbothered by those urban sprawls. Almost four centuries later, and half a century since the mega-cities were washed away or buried during the recent pole-shift, it was Elena who had become “the leader of the free world”; she was the top lady in charge of the most-powerful U.S.A.-like country on Earth now.
Her nation’s educational and healthcare systems were based on teaching young werewolves what to expect during their puberty equivalent and beyond, and then helping them adjust to it –and helping them recover from any unexpected incidents/aftermaths. Everyone who visited this nation of hers got an orientation class and helpful werewolf tour guide. Anyone who wanted/chose to stay then/also got help learning about the rest of their biology, needs, and culture.
Though some werewolves had been enemies of some vampires in the past (during the warring chaos of the pre-Shift and near-Shift times), that was not the case anymore; as before (in the distant past), the werewolves were the loyal and loving, humanoid, “guard dogs” of the vampires who had felt the same call to reunite that King Auz always had. From the 2020s all the way up until the early 2310s, Elena’s werewolves-nation scouts/rangers/philanthropists set up a new Underground Railroad, this one to help vampires fleeing/escaping persecution from humans in the mega-cities. Then, when those mega-cities were purged, destroyed, and submerged, those same werewolves of Elena’s kept going back out/over/down there, helping the vampires out there who no longer had any humans around for “food” (drink; blood).
Because of this, powerful, mutually-adoring, and eternal bonds formed between their two kinds, reconnecting and reuniting them as family forever. The werewolves and vampires were now (once again) one. This made them all very happy, relieved, and proud –just as it made King Auz feel those ways. The celebrations of this in Elena’s realm/territory/nation became annual and nights-lasting.
While Auz was out exploring and mapping all of Abyss/Hell/Space in the 2200s, this was what was taking shape, thanks to Elena and her people, back here in/on this region of Earth. It all started with just her werewolf clan/pack outside one Canadian city. By the 2300s when Auz and his fleet/s were returning, she had armies full of big units of werewolves and vampires working together as brothers and sisters in arms, and Daenerys’s dragons patrolled her skies as their Air Force.
Ever since, colonies (werewolf-vampire towns/cities) have been established all around the now humans-free (mostly) world. They use the ancient giant subway tunnels network to travel during surface-daylight. The Elves on both the surface and in the caves love and support them, forever teamed-up and in full-understanding of each other, keeping all realms/layers/levels patrolled, healing, and pure.
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Interstellar Endurance:
Traveling back out across a lot of Space, and for years at a time, requires a lot of endurance. In a way, my century-long trip out to map ALL of Space with my own Star Fleet had shown me just how stable things were, and how better they were getting. That was a double-edged sword, though, as it also meant I was returning to the incompatible species I’d worked so hard to get away from, and because I was essentially going back over ‘terrain’ (Space) I’d already charted and memorized. Joy.
This had started with me posing as a Colonial Marine in the USCMC. Now it involved me ‘catching back up’ with the tail-end of the still-ongoing forced-migration of 99% of mankind off Earth –and to the worlds of 34 Tauri. I had mixed feelings about this, but it was nice to be the one chasing them, for a change.
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Finding Humanity:
How I wish this entry’s title was in the other sense of that term/phrase; I wasn’t finding humane people, or my own humanity, but just where the bulk of the human population had been forced to migrate to. I was finding out if the majority of the humans had ended up where so many of us (the good races/species/people/civilizations) had been steering them to. Finding humanity in either sense of the term was no easy task; humans were morons out there, even (and especially) with all their (stolen) tech’.
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