The past is always has a way of coming back to haunt the present. Past triumphs seem to vanish along the eddies of time as past tragedies sometimes are compounded in almost infinite increments.
Sometimes, though, the past is never quite what we remember of it..if we remember it at all.
History is often told in fanciful verse, never quite conveying the intensity of the experience being written about. It is often distorted by perception, the writer surpriing readers by hiding a more insidious intent.
The actions left in the wake of such changes are doomed...repeating mistakes, tragedies or disasters.
And in one stroke of the pen, the author has determined the fates of millions.
Is history then for posterity?
Or is history merely the vehicle used by writers to command nations, governments, masses by extending their influence far beyond their physical grasp?
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Oh how clever the Nephys users were?<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> thought Hespante as he reviewed the catalogued data gathered, the primitive transmissions gathered...the rising and falling of the passing millenia did nothing to disuade the Sim's methodical search for his keeper.
Being the last haven for the wealth of information that was the foundation of the Union, set within Kendra's core, Hespante looked, watched and waited.
He refused to believe the Clannus Prime had succombed to time. Not after all the young man had done to preserve their dying dream.
After the Throne World had cut itself off from the rest of the galaxy, the young leader (made such by the deaths of his older brothers fighting the Nephys users) rallied the worlds remaining loyal.
But it was hard.
The Nephys had already made themselves a great part of this galaxy by the time they were discovered.
It wasn't that the ...what were they called now? Midichlorians? were bad...but the powers it gave to just about anyone and everyone was inherently dangerous.
Normally good and content people soon became almost driven to acts of extreme pride and selfishness, the awesome power going to their head.
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We became our own worst enemies..<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->
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That<!--EZCODE BOLD END--> was the sin of the Nephys.. this "force".
The Clannus Prime had taken his armies to Almanius, (Almania now) where he waged war with the old Commonwealth General and friend, Flavius Scipias Bane.
That was where Hespante had lost his leader. The Clannus Prime's conscious thought was no longer recognized though he knew the man not dead.
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What had Bane done?<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->
The followers of the general were vanquished but without the presence of strong leaders... without the Throne world and with inner turmoil brewing from their own populaton, the four cornerstone planets relinquished their control over their portions of the galaxy and everything slipped into barbarism.
With the central galactic power of the Union gone, the Nephys users soon evolved belief structures around their powers...each hating the other...
With the Union gone, the Nephys users went unchecked and they fought viciously among themselves wiping a great many out.
Their numbers depleted, the fighting lessened allowing the centuries to give domination back to those 'ordinary' citizens of the galaxy.
Hespante walked upon the cold, hard soil of the graves recently dug on Providence reflecting.
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Only Capricia remains... a mere shadow of what it once was.
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Then the Jedi... the Sith.. Darth Bane.. (Hespantes snorted at the irony of the assumed name of the primitive).
Century after century passing as the stories spanning this galaxy-wide stage were told and retold...as history was written, rewritten and then distributed for expedience's sake.. calling it an education.
He stared down at the graves..
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It is happening once more.. the strong attempting to prey on the peaceful...
and history turns another page...<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->
The Sim felt a flare of anger shoot through him as the sudden injustice of it all overwelmed him.
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Living during millenia of these dark ages taxes one..<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->, he assured himself but the truth was:
He was tired of simply watching. He was tired of looking on as life wrote more tragedies.
but what was a Sim to do? What <!--EZCODE ITALIC START-->
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Without his "keeper". Without the Clannus Prime to help him fulfill his function, there could be no renaissance...and the Union would lay in dust for a few more millenia more.
Then it happened..ever so quickly; for a brief second.
Hespante suddenly became aware of the plight of Capricia...through the eyes of another..
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The Clannus Prime!<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->
And then the second passed.
It was more than enough time.
And Hespante found himself on Capricia.
