you are the President of the Human confederation of planets, or the
YXaWk high-priest, you are in charge of your race's destiny and no
else cares if your life form survives."
Caged by the speed of light, struggling to contain famine, pollution,
and inter-species war, scientists and politicians alike struggled
with inadequate solutions to your people's problems, knowing societal
implosion was imminent. One giant flash, a brilliant purple haze
sweeping across galaxy after galaxy, changed that forever. The flash
unlocked the solution to breaking the speed of light, for those
who knew where to look. Based on a macroscopic application of basic
quantum mechanics, your race uncovered the secret of the leap drive.
Finally, your cage had been shattered, and your race was free to
make its home amongst the stars.
Despite the protests of a vocal minority, defense spending was
slashed to begin aggressively funding colonization efforts. With
burgeoning access to the almost unlimited resources of space, many
predicted the end of poverty, hunger, and war.
They were wrong.
Your race was not the only one to uncover the secret of the leap
drive that fateful day. Almost twenty years after colonization of
the nearest galaxy was initiated, your entire space presence was
slaughtered. Only luck and fate saved your home world from destruction.
After the carnage, traces of several distinct types of leap signatures
were detected. This, combined with bits of wreckage found at the
nearest colony, hints that at least two, possible more races were
involved in the fighting, at least one clearly bent on the annihilation
of your species. Your industry prepares for war. Your children train
for combat. Your soldiers ready themselves for death. You have been
chosen to lead what is left of your race back into space to confront
the unknown evil that exterminated your defenseless colonies. As
your people scream for war, you know that you must tread carefully.
With your limited resources, you cannot afford to fight on multiple
fronts. Maybe, just maybe, one of the new races will be an ally
against the unknown enemy. Maybe, just maybe, your race will survive.