The deck trembled with the incoming shock of our transition. Nothing new to us, as we've been traveling through this galaxy for what seemed like eons already. We had left my birth planet of Fulcrum about 3 years ago (Fulcrum Standard Time) with our new bubble drive technology, in search of our ancestral home Basin.

The planet that we had to abandon 10,000 years ago due to our "Great Sin"; rapid and unchecked technological industrialization which lead to the planet's destabilization. Although, some people may stupidly take the opportunity to frame the Great Sin as being the action of abandonment and not the damage of the ecosystem. For some, it's easier to blame the result than the problem.

The loss of our ancestral home, had set off many events. My people only beleaguerly accepted the poor results to their previous choices; their current intense heat would be followed by an even worse ice age.

By all accounts, the rapid cooling that resulted from the remedial solutions we used to handle the heat, and it came on fast. Nature's balancing act corrected itself quickly, with lots of ice. Within a generation, portions of the planet's three mega continents were freezing over.

It seemed our technology had doomed us, but we made to make it save us as well. Quickly we set to build a series of colony ships. Our space operations had already been in maturity by this time and would only require us to shift our focus from terrestrial based space faring to interstellar space -- something we were always hesitant to do.

It was a race against time. A race that we almost didn't make. Between lost hatcheries, dwindling populations, and a number of instances of tribe interference we barely managed to launch anything at all. Of the 200 colony ships that we had planned, only a tenth of them were launched.

A majority of our population were lost, but we still survived. Each ship headed by a council of tribal leaders, explored deeper into our galaxy to identify a new world for us to settle. For many years we were learning new things, advancing our technology, and growing new generations. It was a golden age of sorts.

Years adrift in the galactic sea, saw us find a green and brown planet with only a 5% greater gravity than Basin, which we called Haven. Luscious jungles and and streams scattered the landscape, a large set of oceans divided the planet into five continents of vastly distinct characteristics some deserts, mountains, forest, jungles; all habitable.

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Our society grew and our territory expanded. When skirmishes erupted with the indigenous life, a scarab type of people we called the Kloh, who only knew to breed, fight, and die, we eradicated their hives until they were all dead. Ensuring as our top priority the safety of the environment we used microwaves to cook them in place and were adherent to fix any damage done to the environment as soon as possible.

Shrines were built to remember the Basin, always reminding us of the evils we had done to our home world and usher forbearance of our new world.

Eventually, a new colony ship was launched and set to find another backup world to lay down the fruits of our people so that we would never be in danger of extinction again. It in turn found the planet we initially called Tree, and like the name, the planet was mostly a lush canopy of trees.

On Tree a new evil was found. Rebellious thoughts and scandalous actions took seed in that generation and it quickly escalated to war. Up to that point my people had never fought each other before. The result was devastating and would be another milestone lesson for my people. The planet raged with fire for hundreds of years as one faction after another would kill, maim and pillage with their siblings.

Reports of this insurrection was finally received by Haven and after much bureaucratic nonsense an armada was eventually built of fast ships -- weaponized ships -- another first for us. The armada, went to Tree and systematically destroyed the strongholds of the rebellious tribes who had become comfortable with the long stalemate. The remaining loyal tribes planet side, stormed the destroyed settlements and forts, weeding out the opposition entirely thus restoring order to the wrecked and ravaged planet of Tree, later to be renamed Fulcrum in remembrance of when we had lost our way.

With an armada of state of the art warships in orbit, to keep order, Fulcrum eventually became the de facto center of our astronautical operations center, absorbing all the military assets along the way. After a hundred or so years of the armada's presence and rigorous policing, Harmony was restored once again.

New colony ships were launched from Fulcrum every generation. New planets were discovered. New technology, like the bubble drive which stretches and pulls space together to allow one to travel vast distances in seconds, was created. Fulcrum became a place where new missions were born.

And, eventually a new mission was developed. A mission that was in the heart of every one of my people. A mission to return to Basin. To repair it. To defend it. To resettle our ancestral home.

Which brings us back to me, standing here, on the deck of our explorer class star ship, three light months away Basin. Staring at my display of Basin, which is utterly infested with disgusting giant sized Schumen.