Lance DeMoi and the Oracle of Delphi.

Lance DeMoi looked at the fortress, it was like an Ancient Greek version of your average Draculan castle. He revved his chainsword, a sword-like weapon with a chainsaw for a blade, and walked closer to the gates.  As he passed between to torches, a fiery being sprang to life from each torch.  They advanced on him, reaching out with blazing tendrils.
"Elementals.  I've dealt with your kind, only one way to kill you."  Lance dived at one of the fire elementals, they lashed out with a fire whip, he sliced at it's head.  His sword passed harmlessly through it's head, it was distracted by this long enough for Lance to cut it's torch in half with a purposeful slash via his chainsword.  The fire being screamed as it faded into a cloud of sparks.  It's twin sent a wall of fire at the human, he rolled out of the way, making a leap for the remaining torch.  The beast shot a column of flame in front of Lance, who pushed off the pavement stones, propelling himself away from the fire.  He ran up the opposite wall to the giant torch, flipped off the wall, and grabbed hold of the torch as he came down.  He jammed his chain saw up into the brazier, extinguishing the flame, the fire monster hissed out of existence.  He pushed one of the giant cedar doors open, taking a look inside the ruined, old fortress.  Lance walked deeper into the castle, passing old, broken traps, and heaps of bones, he came to an iron door, guarded by skeleton warriors wielding rusty pikes, Lance dodged pike thrusts a he ground the skeletons to dust.  He proceeded to the iron doors, he kicked them open, on the other side a flock of imps and gargoyles hung in the air, waiting for him.  He was only just able to defend himself as the monsters shot straight down at him.  One gargoyle scrapped his claws along Lance's left arm, tearing off the sleeve of his jump suit and leaving three deep cuts.  Lance grunted in pain as he cut through the beast's waist, imps flew around him, hacking up lava phlegm and spitting it at there foe, Lance deflected them with his chainsword, though one hit his right boot, almost melt through the front of it.  He battled through the swarms of flying demons, smashing the gargoyles to bits and cutting the imps to pieces.  Soon he stood there, covered in cuts and bruises and burns, the courtyard covered in smashed rocks and gore..
"They don't call me Adamant Prominent for nothing."  He thought to himself as he crossed the enclosure to the door on the other side.  He listened at the door; he heard heavy breathing and heavy footfalls.  Lance cut the door open, and took a quick look around.  It was a small circular room, built like vault, with a chair in the middle, sitting in the chair was the Oracle of Delphi.  Blocking his way was a giant, with gray skin, bald head, a single eye and horn on top of his head, and a club made of solid iron.  Lance dived to the side as the giant swung, knocking down a large portion of the wall, Lance ran behind the giant, swiping with his sword and taking a chunk out of the monster's calf.  It yelled in pain, shaking every stone of the chamber, also making Lance loose his balance, falling next to the Oracle.  He got up quickly, pushing the Oracle out of the way as the giant brought down his club hard where Lance had just been, blowing a hole in the floor.  Lance took a chunk of stone and through it into the giant's eye with all his might, the beast howled in pain, as clutched at his face, Lance to his chance and drove his chainsword into the creature's shin, it howled louder, dislodging stones in the ceiling.  It swatted at Lance, who tried to parry it's arm, but missed and instead hit it's crotch.  The thing froze, went rigid, then fall back, knock down more off the wall.  Lance heaved a sigh, then turned toward the Oracle, she looked like she was his age, but she must have been more then three thousand years old.  Lance untied her, then carried her off, out of the old fortress, and called in a DPIR helicopter.   Hours later, as he stretched out in the helicopter, Lance  thought,
"Finally, the DPIR has the Oracle of Delphi."    

Tiu Tzoua's Space-flight School for Boys

The first, interplanetary space flight academy in the Imperium was founded by the famous astrocartographer, Tiu Tzoua, a human from the Tuet Cluster.  The skill of space navigation was, in the old days, seen fit for only men, women generally stayed at home.  Tzoua saw there were no Imperium naval academy, so he built one, in high orbit around Tuet II.  It had eleven stories, multiple docks, a workspace with custom parts, and living quarters for the boys.  It was cylinder in shape, had a tough hull, and was named Tiu Tzoua's Space-flight School for Boys, and the training lasted for ten years, boys could apply starting at age ten.  The school was run by Tzoua for fifty years, then he died by inhaling a toxic gas on an undiscovered planet, but the Tuetese government took over the school for another thirty-two years, then they closed during the Fourth Tuetese Conflict, tourists cans see the school in the Tuetese Nautical Museum.  Tiu also made a standard list of nautical terms, the most common being; Uechu (bow or front of the vessel), Nichu (stern or rear), Ting-ching (starboard, or the right of the craft), and Oching (port or the left).  The Tzouan nautical terms are used by the Galactic Imperium to this day.  Tiu was also the Chancellor of the Senate for ten years before his death.

The Cortes.

Many millennia ago, a colony ship, the Cortes, crashed on a planet in the Epsilon Eridani system, Eridani prime.  They did not know where they came from, they did know basic things though, very vaguely who each other was, they knew some English, so they could communicate, and they knew they were called humans.  The colony grew, they warded off invasion, met galxthorican scouts, used galxthorican technology to build starships, they built extraction facilities on Eridani minor, a gas giant.  The Eridanian humans defeated the zezites of the Alpha Centuri system, and colonized Nado, they expanded to Londor, Burrus, Follon, King Dirod, Alsara, Princess Thee, and many other planets and systems.  When humans of Earth finally invented hyperdrive, they flew to the nearest star Alpha Centuri, and found, not an uninhabited planet or aliens, but humans, this caused global confusion on Earth, a massive, interstellar civilization of humans had existed while Earth humans had been making weapons out of stone.  The answer to this is still unknown, extensive research has been put into it.  

The Hecate.

Adrian was thrown to the floor, Capt. Tovius and Zabella were next to him, the three of them were cuffed.  Plutons, helions, nyx, and irisi filled the command room they were in, all of them clad in bronze-colored hoplite armor.  A pluton came toward them.

"Greetings, I am Admiral Nikoros, and welcome to the EFS Argo.  You are about to witness the full might of the Pluton Empire; the power of a god."  Nikoros stopped speaking and nodded to a fellow pluton, who sent a command over the commlink.  Adrian looked out the central window, apparently the Argo was in orbit around a little moon, and he saw a ship, a massive ship.

"No-"  Adrian gasped.

"Behold, the Hecate, a goddess, a pluton-made goddess!"  Nikoros smiled to himself, "See the moon world Bunniri, they are enjoying a sunny day, not for long though."  The enormous ship had a sideways triangular body, with a ring of long prongs coming out of it's front end, it moved forward so the prongs were touching the atmosphere of Bunniri.  Then, darkness sprouted from the prongs, a deep, eternal darkness.  Slowly the artificial night spread and spread, like a reverse sunrise.

"That's a Confederation moon!  You have declared war on the Confederation!"  Aged Captain Zabella shouted at Nikoros, who motioned for a shock spear, and when handed one, pierced Zabella through the chest, he fell, limp, to the floor.

"Unfortunately, this Hecate night is irreversible, so the moon will slowly die, very slowly.  Take them to the brig!"  As Adrian was hoisted up, and dragged away, he saw that Bunniri was now almost completely shadowed over.

He was thrown into a cell with some of the other survivors of the battle in it, even the injured sat in the cell.  Adrian fell to the floor, defeated.  

Adronus Encyclopedia: Species: Humans.

Humans, the most populous species in the galaxy, are from the planet, unimaginatively named, Earth.  Humans are bipedal, have two sexes, 75% water, carbon-based mammals and have a variety of skin and hair colors, ranging from white, black, brown skin and brown, black, blond hair.  Humans range from 5' 4" to 5' 10" in height, have two ears, two light-receiving eyes, five fingered hands and and ten toed feet.  The human reproduction system is the same as most other two-sex species.  The human race lives on Earth, a planet third from the yellow sun of the Solaris Primis star system, is a world of varied terrain (woodland, mountains, plains, deserts, jungles) and climates.  Earth has one satellite, simply called the Moon, and it's star, also unimaginatively called, the Sun.  Humans used to be divided into thousands of nations, much unlike most civilized species, and would slaughter and subdue each other, like uncivilized beasts, but when they had reached the space age, then ventured into space and joined the Confederation, the humans united under a global banner like the other advanced peoples.  The humans used a plethora of the creatures that reside on Earth, like the dog, a quadpedal furry mammal, the horse, again quadpedal, and there's reptiles, fish, insects, even aquatic mammals.  Though humans are still rather uncivilized, Earth is a beauty to behold, representing many aspects of the universe in it's animals and ecology.

Date entry submitted: 11/23/2756

Entry submitted by:

Dr. Kishaak V. Q. Quweksen, ph,d, harese astroarchaeologist.

Further reading:

On the human specimen: Adronus Encyclopedia: Species: Human: Physiology.         

On Earth: Adronus Encyclopedia: Systems: Solaris Primis: Earth.  

The last hope.

Earth has nearly been destroyed in the recent World Wars, much of the continents have been destroyed or made uninhabitable, the world, it seems is coming to an end.  It was because the Illuminati's meddling with forces beyond their control, demons had come back into the world through the stargates.  And now the last remnants of free humanity fight for their survival against the horde of inter dimensional monsters and their slaves.

Three mushroom clouds exploded onto the horizon, illuminating the silhouettes of ruins, thousands of gun blasts filled the air, cannon blasts shook the mountains of rubble.  Drake ran to the barricade were fellow soldiers shot at the much bigger army advancing up the hill.

"You asked for me sir?"  He shouted over the thunder of artillery.  Cmdr. Stewart turned to look at him, still firing his machine gun.

"You're here, good!  I've selected you for a very important mission!  Your to use the time capsule to go back to 2007 to stop try and stop this apocalypse," men in the front barricades screamed as a horde of demons and elitist forces broke through their defenses, "We have sent others but our other time machines are broken!  Your the worlds last hope!  Now go!  There are more detailed instructions inside the machine!  Drake saluted his commander, then ran down the backside of the hill, the sounds of war fading as he ran, he reached the hidden bunker in a few minutes.  Huffing and puffing, he unlocked the seven blast doors, and the twenty other security systems, and there inside the bunker, was a metallic pod, hooked up to all it's machinery.  He quickly got inside, revved it up, punched in the date, and- the door of the bunker was hit by a giant fist, they had seen him go inside!  He hurriedly flicked the last switch and buckled himself in.  When the inhuman soldiers burst into the room, they saw idle machinery and a puff of dust.    

Drake pulled himself out of the broken time capsule, he looked around, was this the year 2008?  The buildings in the distance looked, shiner and more, well modern than from what his grandfather had told him about the year.  He looked at the year clock in the pod, it flickered between 2057, 2008, and 2020.  The time machine had malfunctioned.  He was in the year 2020, just in time to see it all start.    

Aeolus, fourth moon of Poseidon.

Adrian looked out the window on the rocky world outside, he and his platoon had been sent to the small and dilapidated outpost on Aeolus, the extremely windy fourth moon of Poseidon.  He had his helmet on and assault rifle in hand as he looked out, then at the scan screen, there was defiantly a group coming at the fort, big enough to be an attack force.

"Vangkek, wake up the turrets, and tell everyone to prepare for a possible attack."  He called, eyes still on the screen.  The prothesnos nodded and left the room.  Adrian activated the vis scanner, to get a visual on the unfriendlies, he looked into the scope, plutons, a bunch of them and they were riding on cerberus war droids.  Adrian grabbed the speaker.

"Attention, we have a Code Green!  I repeat Code Green!  Seventy-five unfriendlies spotted, all men to arms!"  The two captains of the platoons rushed into the room, both in full armor.  They started ushering there men into battle formations, though there was only about twenty men in the base.  Cpt. Tovius, the Marine captain, turned to Adrian.

"Take the Reds (Marines with red stripes, the heavy duty Marines) and go up to the cliff and use the cannons and launchers there."

"Sir!"  Adrian saluted and left the room.  He and the Reds ran up the path to the cliff top, where the turrets waited for them.  The plutons had already breached the outpost, there fearsome robotic mounts spewing plasma, electricity, and laser energy from there three mouths.  

"Fire all!"  Adrian shouted, all the turrets rained lasers down on the gray-skinned plutons, but even that wasn't enough, they turned on there shields and kept attacking.  The cerberus war droids crushed, ate or shot every and all Confederation troops near them, Adrian got an idea.  He snatched a bundle of grenades from a nearby xzeni, he then ran and dove off the cliff.  Using the strong winds of Aeolus to his advantage, he sped along at seventy-eight miles per hour, he set and dropped the grenades at the right time, they hit and exploded, creating a hole in the ranks of plutons.  Adrian looked ahead, shear cliff face; this would hurt a lot.  It did.  Fortunately he had all his armor on.  When Adrian opened his eyes, he was lying against the cliff, head on the ground, and staring into the faces of two plutons.  One had a drawn vibro sword, the other had a shock spear, they hoisted the fallen Marine, chained him up, and took him to their ship.