Topic: Reclamation: Prologue (SFC OP Light Campaign)

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SFCX Introduces a new light campaign:  Reclamation.

There will be a total of three supporting posts for Reclamation.  This post is the Prologue.  There will be one more storyline post that defines the sides in the conflict, and one "flash teaser" post to advertise the campaign.  Campaign details will be included on the main storyline post.  Start date for the light campaign will be this week -- possibly as early as tonight or tomorrow.

Reclamation:  Prologue

The Builders designed me.  The ones that came before.

They left this galaxy long ago.  My earliest memories after activation recall what they looked like, but nothing in my vast memory banks revealed where they went, or if they would return.  All I had were the last two words spoken by my maker?

?Se?chari?  (Watch)
?Mane?cha?  (Wait)

I have observed my corner of the galaxy for more than three hundred rotations of the galaxy ? several hundred thousand Earth-years.  In my time, many came and went, none stayed.  None that is, until the ones came with brightly-painted hulls.  The ones with fierce birds of prey emblazoned boldly across their bows. They stayed.  

They called themselves ?Romulans.?  They were the first to recognize the nearly unlimited power reserves that served to keep me operational.  They were the first to realize that my power reserves were self-replicating.  Essentially an endless energy source.  

Despite their discoveries, they still did not recognize what I was, or the potential I represented.

I watched.
I waited.

Then the others came, and I rediscovered something buried deep within my own data banks.  Something nearly forgotten in the mists of time.

War.

They called themselves the Federation.  Their philosophies and ideals sounded high, but their base motivations were suspect.  They also recognized an endless power source, and the potential shift in the balance of power if it should remain ?in the wrong hands.?

After these first two races, several more rapidly entered my area of observation.  I marveled at the diversity of races, and I was astonished at their ability to wage destructive energies.

Yet, I still remained undetected.  I watched, and I waited.  Observing, recording.

The Romulans vowed that the nebular systems that were essentially my power core would not fall into enemy hands.  They created a superweapon.  Crude by my standards, yet nonetheless a very powerful weapon capable of incredible destruction.  As their desperate hour loomed nearer, they detonated the weapon with the intent of rendering the entire area unusable by any race.

As the weapon detonated, defensive systems I did not know I possessed snapped into place.  Much of the destructive energy was diverted back into a special space-time continuum rift I had at my disposal and stored for future use.  A fraction of the energy was allowed to escape, achieving the result the Romulans had hoped for, but without the high levels of radiation that would have poisoned the entire cluster.

I remained undamaged.

After several years, several scout and survey vessels returned to take radiation readings, only to discover that the radiation had somehow dispersed.

I am the Watcher.  The Observer.  It is my place to record events as they unfold.

War is coming.  They call it Reclamation.  I call it Evolution.

The End.


Reclamation.  Brought to SFC OP D2 by SFCX.