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June 7, 7624 C.E.

When we first left for the stars we knew what we were, and where we came from. Humanity; what we were in the beginning, would always look at the stars in wonder. We looked to the stars with a sense of purpose, sometimes it was our only anchor that kept us from facing the desolation that we caused in our small world. Maybe the thought of knowing what’s out there presented a buffer.

In the year 2646, humanity first started the tests that make what we are today. Cybernetic implants and genetic augmentation. We pushed our bodies to the limits with flesh and machine accomplishing what every biological organism dreams of. We prolonged our lives and could live for thousands of years death was a distant thing for us. Eventually, we melded with biotechnology and became something else entirely. We had no limits, nothing could contain us. We were better in every single way, every field advanced to unprecedented proportions.

By the year of 3257, we had realized that our small world could no longer contain us. We had ravaged our planet through numerous scientific advancements and war, one that stands out the most would be the FTL drive. With the FTL drive, we were able to leave our small planet and expand into the vastness of space.

We became the Mihr, the new and better humanity. We expanded to numerous planets and eventually we had the ability to colonize our entire galaxy. Everything was at our fingertips we had the capacity to do anything. But we were not alone in our galaxy, and being the selfish, arrogant and conceited beings that we are, we decided that we were the rightful rulers of our galaxy. Our entire being changed, we went from a peaceful race that put discovery and progress above everything else to Monsters, fueled by desires from millennia ago.

We wiped out entire civilizations and species that resisted us. Spreading through the galaxy like a raging fire incinerating everything that resisted us. The plasma burns from orbital bombardment still exist on many planets to this day. I took part in it all as it continues to this day. And occasionally when I look to space I can almost hear the echoes of all that we destroyed. Illogical considering sound does not travel in space, and it is merely a manifestation of my...guilt is the word I believe.

But enough of our downfall into madness, the current state of the galaxy is a bleak one in my personal opinion. Nearly all life similarly advanced as us that did not submit to us has been eradicated. Some interesting species did manage to escape from us, how...we do not know it is still a mystery. But all questions have answers we just haven’t found it.

We are en route with the Fleet of Silent Advance to the outer rim of the galaxy to eradicate a rebel species that has eluded us for many years. But there is only so far they can run because no one escapes death.

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My team’s mission is to secure a rebel base and retrieve any useful information about the rest of their races whereabouts. We are to spare nothing.

My name is H-1793 and my team's leader, we are assigned numbers at birth as names are only given to those that mean because a name itself is meaning...purpose. I do not know my purpose, radical thoughts such as purpose are often purged from our minds at an early age.

Alarms start to ring through our loadout area, the sound jostles me out of my thought and I jump in my seat knocking my Accelerator Rifle to the floor. Blue lights flash through the entire deck as we exit FTL, the light is baleful and not comforting in the slightest, I think to myself as I pick up my rifle.

“Team one, we have dropped out of FTL prepare for hot insertion” a monotonous gender neutral voice rings out.

Maybe here at the edge of what we know, I will find some answers to my questions… I look to my left and see my team is as jostled as I am. Our team is as follows, O-0014 who for lack of better term, is a friend that left training with me, He is tall for our age of 18 Cycles. He has the distinct characteristics of our people which are extremely pale skin and neon eyes. Characteristics that our species developed after large amounts of time in space. His are green in color and the majority of our people have white or black hair his particular color is white, but there are other color variations also results of natural and artificial changes. The rest of my team consists of P-1137 and E-2649 who are farther down on my left.

We all stand-up and feel our combat skins conform to our bodies, following is a quick weapons check. We walk down the narrow corridor to the right of us with the bright blue lights flickering around us coupled with the ringing of the alarms in our ears. We near the end of the hallway and a few meters ahead of us is pressurized airlock that will be our exit point once our ship breaks atmosphere and gets close to our goal.

Beyond the door, I know what I will find...what I will hear. It will be the same desperate faces that try time and time again to resist as they fight us with determination on their faces, but fear in their hearts. The screams of the dying and the lost will fill the air, adding to the emptiness of the vacuum when I look out the window into the void.

“Team one prepare for engagement we are thirty seconds out.” The same monotonous voice sounds through our comms.

The blue lights that have been flickering for the past few minutes come to an abrupt stop and the alarms cease to ring. The momentary silence is appreciated I like having these moments to prepare myself for the carnage I soon face, the silence is a comfort that few enjoy.

“Team one you are clear for advance” the voice that still carries the same dull tone rings out in our heads. The airlock hisses and opens with a whooshing sound and the familiar sound of plasma artillery and explosions rings through me. As we run out into the carnage a thought occurs to me. Maybe I will find purpose soon enough, cause after all doesn’t every question have an answer?