Narrator:
Across a dark void of space, a gulf of existence lay bare. Colonies and endless horizons,
shaped across a vast universe.
The race known simply as E. They were a vast uncompromising body of intellectual giants.
A hundred light years to the northern stars, were a race dubbed The Journyers.
FADE IN.
EXT - Space - The Northern Star Charts - CIRCA A FUTURE YET TOLD
The stars are lit up by surrounding nebulae and almost make the whole universe appear to be just a sky it's self, to a greater place.
Narrator:
War has raged between these factions for thousands of years. As the dawn of the new day comes to be,
so do the battle cries of a hundred commanders.
Yes indeed, this is a universe torn apart by political strife and a populous sprawling out of control.
A behemoth of a vehicle appears from hyper space, into the nebula.
Narrator:
Internal friction and dischord has resulted in many self enforced political upheaval. These are
the wars within a war. Everyone has a claim to the universe, and neither race will relinquish power or
vital battle ground.
Another five thousand and four hundred ships appear beside the great ship. They line up like an amarda. They are an armada. War is afoot.
Narrator:
These are the stories of a few people from a few places. Part of an epic universal war. Political mechanics
are exposed by incapacity. These are governments struggling to contain control over it's people.
Civil un-rest has never been greater or more loud. Yet the armies march on-ward, bravely, or perhaps stupidly, into the great battles of their future.
We stop here for a moment, to visit an old friend. Captain Argon, a leader of the first ship of the seventh army of the ninth world of serrenades. A beautiful sight, yet the beholder of such destruction.
One thing is for sure. Today will not be a good day. For anyone.
The ships begin to engage light drives, and they hurtle forward quicker than a shooting comet.
A giant expulsion of fuels and gasses leave a almost hypnotic beautiful trail of neon light and flares.
INT - The First Ship
The Captain, Argon, is marching down the halls, with a very determined look to him.
ARGON
Hey dreamer, wake up.
Communications Officer Ergersan.
We set foot in enemy space, and you need wake me? I am more awake now than I ever was.
ARGON
True enough my good friend. Let the good wine keep you company til we reach their outpost.
ERGERSAN
Hard to enjoy good wine, on such a bad day commander.
ARGON
We are the elected provisors of our province's remit. It is not ours to question.
ERGERSAN
Nor the stupidy of it I suppose.
ARGON
Speak to me.
ERGERSAN
Your mind is metal.
ARGON
People always call me stubborn. (He laughs)
ERGERSAN
No commander, but this is our mission. A one way trip perhaps hey?
ARGON
Let me speak to Vin, the illusion gel will solve your anxiety.
ERGERSAN
I don't want to feel safe in this hell.
ARGON
Who would my friend. A good captain might say, 'chin up'. A great captain might say,
"Look to the future.", but me Ergersan? I say, just relax and focus. Let me get those illusion gels.
ERGERSAN
Very well. Moving to the rear side of the ship anyhow, that brooks has messed up the engine capacity regulators.
ARGON
And there we meet then. Walk calm my friend. Walk calm.
ERGERSAN
You're a good captain. An even better friend.
ARGON
Ditto numbskull. (they laugh)
INT -
