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.         

The Unholy Throne.

The Unholy Throne,  a great seat made of onyx, obsidian, and basalt, is a legendary, and most evil, artifact in existence.  It is said to either reside in the Mountains of Dusk, or in Durthinngar, or in Bane.  Finding the Unholy Throne has been the goal of most great villains; such as the Witch King, the Shadow, Lord Felrad, Zia, and so forth.  The power of the Unholy Throne is that who ever masters it, and sits on it, controls all the forces of evil.  The Throne was made on Null, by nuraza and anuli smiths, and imbued with it's power by a group of thirteen warlocks.  The Unholy Throne is evil's greatest strength, and weakness, since evil fights evil, the Throne brings together all the vile creatures under one banner, but once the user of the Throne is killed, evil then continues to fight evil.  It was used long ago in the Demon War, a dunruvali (demon) called Zargath used the Throne to win the war, but then Otorin Derenson killed Zargath's body, and the Throne was, hidden and lost.     

Dark clouds over New Haven City.

Soren leaned his head on the window pane, watching the rain outside.  It was getting harder for superhumans to get around lately, the DSA was getting stricter about power-usage.  He got up, put on his shoes and coat, he pointed his hand at his umbrella and lifted into the air.  Though life was hard for superhumans, having telekinetic and telepathic powers was pretty nice.  He walked out of the Parliament Apartments building, and headed down the street.  As from most parts of New Haven City, the Carmichael Tech building was visible as Soren entered the Brown Bear Bar, he went to the bar and ordered a beer.  David Stewart, the bartender and superhuman with extraordinary strength and endurance.  Soren leaned against the bar, watching the news.

"Here about Stretch's arrest?  Was on the news this morning."  David said to Soren as he wiped some glasses.  Soren nodded as he looked around the pub; he saw Jack Anderson, a superhuman who could turn his skin into any solid substance he touched, sitting a corner talking to a friend of his.  The news anchor on the TV was talking about the rising crime rates in New Haven City, and that the Superhuman Act had passed the House.  Then the TV showed a DSA spokesman giving a speech about the new Act, Soren groaned.  It was weeks now when all superhumans would have to register with the DSA, take their vaccinations and ID chips.  And along with the Superhuman Act, the DSA had power to arrest those who resist and send them to Dark Hell.  As the sky grew darker, a slightly drunk Soren Erikson made his way home.

Agent Grover set the files on the table, he took his seat opposite the handcuffed figure.  He took his time opening and sifting through the files, he found the one he wanted, he took a sip of coffee.

"Dark Hell inmate, number 66079, DSA registration number, the same-"

"My name is Plague!"

"As far as the DSA and US government cares, your a number," he cleared his throat, "Timothy Granger, also known as 'Plague' among his accomplices and victims.  Convicted for seven homicide, including two DSA agents,  attempted murder of three US senators, multiple cases of theft, some major banks, and kidnapping and testing diseases on your kidnapped victims.  Well, Mr. Granger, you got quite a record there, don't you?"  Plague shrugged.  Agent Grover sipped his coffee.

"And, you've spent the last twenty years in Dark Hell.  And I'm sorely tempted to put you back, but the DSA needs you.  And if you do this right, you may walk free again."

"Yes, I already know what you want of me: to make you a vaccine for the supers."

"And in return, a clean slate and your freedom."  Said the agent.  Plague thought for a moment.

"Of course, you don't have to accept, I'll understand, I'll send you back to your cell in Dark Hell, I hear they fixed the Nightmare Pool.  Plague paled.

"So if I accept, all I have to do is make you a vaccine?  That's it?"  He looked suspicious.

"A thought just occurred to me, the DSA, or Department of Superhuman Affairs, deals with humans with extraordinary abilities.  You, Mr. Granger are not a superhuman, but you are the greatest poisoner in history.  So I'll hand you over to Homeland Security, I'm sure they've recovered from your shots you gave them."  Grover said, smirking.  Plague gulped and paled even further.

"I'll do it!  But remember, I go free afterwards."  Plague said.  Grover hid his smile.

"Very good, thank you Mr. Granger."  He picked up the files and coffee cup and left Plague in the dim interview room.

'Really good coffee!'  He thought as he walked down the hall.