Transcript from the Phobos-I "NEWHOME" royal enviromental station.
To all stations and vessels, this is an official transmission from the Newhome Royal Station, the Sol system has fallen, I repeat Sol has(static) all stations and colonies from Venus to Titan have gone dark, all have been(static) Do not attempt salvage or rescue, I repeat, do not attempt any sort of aid within the Sol system you will only waste vessels.
All evacuation attempts have (static) personel is abandoning Newhome in a few minutes, this message will be set to (repeat?).
If you are out there, go away. ¡Long live th(static).
RECEIVED: 109597.DAYS.SOL.
That was the last transmission anyone ever received from our home system, from humanity´s crib, the first skies we knew, and the first waters we tasted, the first patches of dirt we stepped on, and the first worlds that we scarred with our own hands are now all gone.
I can´t even imagine the kind of hellhole it must be there, the tomb of giants, the pantheon of titans, where the royal fleet lost the biggest number of vessels and capitol ships in a failed first struggle against...those fucking things, everything has probably been reduced to a bunch of boiling rocks floating in the middle of nowhere.
They called it a national obligation, a human duty for everyone to fight against a common threat. Now they are all dead, and what is even left of their so called nations now?
Once the fleet was gone, there was nothing we could do agains them, wherever they went, silence followed, a silence mantained by the angels they left behind.
Some of the guys that salvage stuff say that, sometimes, if they are close enough (just a couple thousands of kilometers of distance from the angels should suffice) you can hear them through your comunicators, you hear the long pitiful and somewhat melodic wailings that they produce making your blood go cold and forcing your mind to bend into impossible angles of thought that push you into some sort of terrified slumber.
Stolen content warning: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences.
It is just a matter of time before they find us, everyone knows that, and if they don´t kill us, maybe the winged plague will.
Soon after the empire lost most of it´s fleet, all descended into chaos, pirates became rich, human traffickers even richer, not that their money was worht spit really, more than once I have come accross old pirate vessels stacked with useless currency, no signs of any bodies of course, those assholes probably got dealt with by angels.
Not everything was shit though, some of us still tried to give the bastards a good fight...but it just wasn´t enough, what can a small fleet of civilian enviromental ships half accomodated to transport untrained troops and weapons they didn´t know how to use, do against the bane of the Imperial fleet.
It´s amazing it took those things one hundred years to completely separate different sectors of the galaxy from each other, leaving us all alone with ourselves, not that we were not divided before though, most of us were just tried to make ends meet by then, completely alone, and silent.
And now, three hundred years after the first official contact, and two hundred years after the dark our great admiral has decided to make us get busy with some bullshit mission, you should have seen him, he was getting all excited with his little speech about greatness and what not, meanwhile I was just wondering when I was gonna get my next ration of protein pills, he didn´t tell us what the plan was exactly, he just went about talking of greater purpose and all that stuff, he did say there were going to be some changes around here though, however, I never thought that, with that he meant we would all go back to the basics of elementary school, I mean, come on man, Choose your favorite quote from the library of transmissions from Earth, Give us a reflection about history, How do you feel about humanity´s place in the universe? I mean, fuck off man, I have other things to worry about besides the greater purpose of our existance and ehat not, stuff like how am I going to fix the carbon dioxyde leaks at section A from the Philips, or if there are going to be any suits avalible left for my little spacewalk all the way to the malfunctioning solar panels directioners located just outside of the Paradise mines, and I also need to sleep so...
You know what, I bet this is all because of those little glasses at the lower section of the obelisc, our newcomers, who knows what kind of ideas they got into the Admiral now, well if you read this, fuck you, I´m done.
Name: Petrov Lapi. General engineering supervisor.
REPORT.STATUS: Finished.