The Farwynd Federation

There was a time when mankind looked up at the stars in wonder, struck in pure awe by the sheer bounty and beauty of the night sky, blissfully ignorant of the true depth and magnitude of what they stared into even as the centuries marched on and their studies grew ever more intensive. Driven by an insatiable, childlike curiosity, those men and women engineered the first telescopes, the first satellites, and of course, the first flame-belching engines of exploration that drove themselves bodily beyond the mortal coils of gravity and into the future. Simpler times. It was not with such naive notions that the Farwynd Federation was conceived. Built upon the direst of need and by those of far more disenfranchised disposition, the Farwynd Federation was devised as nothing less than the salvation of the human race. After a devastating nuclear war and a peace treaty that unified the world's shattered people only too late, there could be only one chance to avert total extinction. Mankind would have to fly into the stars once again, only this time, not to gaze out in starry-eyed wonder, but to plant feet firmly on the ground of an alien planet. The technology didn't exist at the time, what was then the year 2344 and is now referred to as Minus 24 or 24 BW for Before Warp, but you know what they say about necessity and invention. She certainly provided. Still, millions died in the decades that followed the end of the war even as cities were built underground and radiation brought about the end of whole ecosystems to say nothing of species. But mankind, eventually, prevailed, and what was left of them formed the Farwynd Federation after Professor Ammet Belpris finally managed to solve the equation that broke theories regarding gravity, time, and light wide open. Using Belpris' findings, physicists throughout the globe's underground cities discovered ways to harness gravity to bend time, and through time, space. Light was neither a wave nor a particle, light was merely a physical manifestation of space-time, a marker meant for us to follow and measure. But armed with their new theories, scientists and engineers began developing engines to bend space upon itself and pierce the veil between one half of a sheet of paper, so to speak, to write themselves in photonic data upon the other half. They had already broken a world. How hard could folding the universe be? The potential was incomprehensible, the applications innumerable, but all of that had to be considered some other time. Engines first, then ships. Find a habitable world, live to tell the tale, and, then... maybe. Fleets were assembled and regiments of well-educated, highly-trained professional soldiers, scientists, and officers bore the first symbols and colors of the Farwynd Federation. The designs and the uniforms have changed, but the purpose has remained the same. Warp through space. Scout out new galaxies. Seek after a new home. That was almost 140 years ago. As it turns out. Planets like theirs don't just grow on galactic trees... The Federation's got star stations and moon bases across more than a dozen galaxies, and construction began on a sunsphere about 10 years ago, but still no green grass between their toes. And for all their trouble, they've tangled with a handful of extraterrestrial species, with their own armed interstellar forces, many none too friendly, and not a single one from a habitable planet. Worse... something's happening out in space. Vessels are disappearing without a trace and seasoned, pragmatic men of science are starting to tell ghost stories. It's almost as if... it's impossible, of course, but it's almost as if... all that emptiness out there is... alive somehow. Alive and aware... passing judgment on all of their deeds and finding them worth... no more than the taste of a minnow between the jaws of a white whale...

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