The lost ones - An AAR about the Otaga Divine Mandate and their quest for the stars.

[Peanutcat]

• Introduction
• Chapter 1: The stars
• Chapter 2: Contact
• Chapter 3: Mistakes of the past
• Chapter 4: Continuation
• Chapter 5: The End

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We are the Otaga, heed our words.

We grew up on our homeworld of Zuhn. It is the child of Tarim-Zal, the bringer of light. Our world is barren and cold, the frost is prominent, an ever waiting foe in the void of night. Some would call our home a rock, a tundra with nothing. For us it is hope. It is the world where the almighty set foot and where we arose. It is a world where life thrives, despite all woes. The lichen and moss that spawned us survives. It fights the weather, both day and night.

We are the Otaga and this is our home. When we were young, children of this world they came. When we needed them most they descended from the skies themselves. They came down and offered us life. They gave us hope to our dying folk. The gods teached us, the gods used us, the gods were kind to us. Our world was bright, the powers and love of the gods were keeping us warm. They demanded nothing but we worshiped them still. But one day they were gone. The Skyborn one was gone and so was his friends. The warmth went away and our people were scared. Our world plunged into chaos of war and fire. The skies were flashing while rocks rained down. When the war tore us appart our leader stood tall.

The great Wluguarq told us to stop. The children listened, once more we stood with hope. The divine Wluguarq told us that now is the time. To throw away our struggles and come together. We joined as one people united with hope. No more should we be selfish and think on our own. Our leader told us that now was the time. United we should venture, out into that which the gods own. Our leader ordered us to build an ark. Together our people invented that which could rival the gods. We breached the dimensions and could travel so far. Utilising the paths that were already there, our people entered into that which we call hyperspace. Our hyperdrives could bring us so far.

Our people is a strong one. We do not like to leave our home. We grow slowly and become sad while away. Our young ones who brave the void however are resilient. They can adapt to any environment while staying strong. We are conformists. We value what our fathers, our fathers fathers and their forefathers told. We are not one for change. We value our tradition and wealth. Our culture has stood stong. The great Wluguarq reformed us all. The Divine mandate guides us all. The council we have can guide us all. We understand that it is not possible to separate the rulers and divine. The Divine mandate will guide us untill we find them. Through fire and war. With our values we rise and ride. We venture to the stars. To find our gods.

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[Peanutcat]

1. _________The Stars______________



It was not long untill we found our first trace. The elders had been and left us a gift. An ancient drone, a station in the void. The scientists refered to it as the Alpha one. Ancient mining drones, by a station so very old. This was the first time since the gods left us that we had found something that was not created by us. The divine Wluguarq decided that a listening post should be established. We listened and we learned.

To find the gods we would explore the stars. We would follow the paths of the ancients to find those who we love. We encountered many things in the vast void. A creature we would call Amobeas were living there. It was discovered that they were alone. Drifting in space, not unlike us. We searched and searched and we discovered many worlds but none with our gods.

While searching the worlds we discoverd something new. Crystaline creatures that was very much alive. Their nature is unknown but there is something afoot. They speak to our souls in a way we cannot understand. Could this be what the gods wanted us to see?

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[Peanutcat]

2. __________Contact______________

While searching the stars we discoverd a wonder. A planet so wonderous it must be from the gods. A gaia planet it was called and it inspired our young. It was marked as our world and our young ventured out to further our divine quest.

It was the year 2202. On the 11th of May that we saw them. A spacefaring race on a planet close to home. While at first unknown they introduced themselves as the Qravadox. Their planet was Qrava in the system of Qratrafrana. They were an avian race. Valuing individualism and denouncing the divine. They asked for our friendship and so we tried to be friends.

After that we found an unknown station next to an unknown planet. After hailing them we discovered that these were the Steccashi. They live on a cold world called Ushu. They are reptillian. Like their neighbour they too were individualists. They valued science and could not understand our way. They said we were fools and tyrants. Refusing to understand that we valued our ways. Our collective rule and our divine beliefs were unacceptable to them and hostilities were almost commenced. The divine Wluguarq fears that peace might not last.

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[Peanutcat]

3. ______Mistakes of the Past__________

While continuing our mission a realisation was made. While reaching for the gods we sent out probes. With information about our race, our culture and our history. The divine realised our mistake and ordered them to be retrieved. It was when we were tracking down our probe that it was discovered missing. Towed away to a neighbouring star if the ionized trails were telling the truth. It was discovered there that an alien band of misfits had stolen our probe. To secure our world it was retrieved at all costs. The first Disseminute squadron was left with no choice. A fight broke out and we lost a ship. The pirates were dealt with, albeit at a cost. A great Otaga corvette was lost. The crew dead on the mission to find the lost.

The retrieval of the second and third probe went according to plan. At the fourth however problems began. The probe itself. Twisted into perversion, conscious and alive. Hailing us and demanding our lives. While swiftly dealt with the news spread far and wide. The thought that we had done something possible only for a divine. We had created something that later obtained life. While it was a tragic tale the news were imprinted in our heads.

It is now the year of 2206 and the divine council fears we are falling behind. Our naturally slow lifecycle has made is so that we simply do not have the numbers to compete right now. Is this the will of the gods? If so we shall be ready for what may come.






***END OF PART ONE***

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[Peanutcat]

PART 2

4. ___Continuation______




***TRANSMISION ESTABLISHED***

It is the day of our prohet, 2215. The children's journey is only behinning. We are the Otaga, and our divine mandate is searching the stars. We are searching for what was lost. The gods once descended to us. They came from the skies. Then one day they were gone. Our quest to find them is young. Our journey amongst the star is only just beginning.

The Great Divine Wluguarq is leading us well. The previous years has been uneventful but troubling times draw near. It is the will of the Great Divine that we must prepare for war, for he fears that the insufferable Steccashi draws near. Their ships lurk in the dark. Searching our space. They travel that which we have claimed. The Steccashi seeks to take what we need. If war is to come, preparation is needed.

If further proof was needed, it has been delivered. A world so magnificant, has been revealed. Our travellers were brave, and found us a home. A planet so grand it rivals our own. This gift from the gods was deemed to be for us. An oasis in the dark, settled by us. The plan to fight is proceeding well. Our race is spreading the spores, settling the worlds we need so. The first disseminule is under construction. A fleet so grand it will lead their destruction. The faithfull in their lands cry out for liberation. A war will come that will ensure love between our people.

Our leader was right. War has come. The Steccashi came and they are trying to end us. We have no choice but to fight them back. We are not ready, but so are they. Our fleet is great but theirs is better. The divine thinks many will die. Our children will cry and our homes will burn. War has come and we must fight back.

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[Peanutcat]

5. _______The end________


War is painful, our people are dying, our children crying. There were many of them. Far more than we could possibly have imagined. During the opening days of the war we mobiliesd our fleet. We sent them forth into the void. They rallied in the name of divine Wluguarq and for the people of Zuhn. War was here, we were ready to fight them back.

When the fleet arrived in Sidyr, Inquisitor Shunbloor, chosen by the divine. He was known to be a trickster; fighting with a unique style. The first Disseminule was ready and so we went. The enemy planet, Ata'Virisch put under blockade. The fleet stood strong, bombarding their force. The land was struck, but not their people. Bombardment was limited to save their young. We would target their violent, their power and jobs, but not their homes. The soldiers to occupy were getting ready at home. Soon our army would have won.
From nowhere they came, the enemy was here. With numbers so great, we would not stand a chance. The Inquisitor was smart, the fleet pulled home. Our hyperdrives so great, we could jump from their planet. Battle was avoided, and many were spared.

To win this war, the faithful would strike. They fought their stations, their collectors of nature. Necessary sacrifices, their civilians were. To search for our gods we would have to survive. And that would mean, they'd have to die. The fleet that was deemed so great, would crumble at their civilians death.

Their fleet came upon us. One by one. Our worlds were falling but we would strike back. A second dissemute was to be made. From our existing ships and the ones we built a strike force was created. With the capacity to stike twice we would bring the fight. Their fleet could not keep up with us. We took our planets, we fought them back. We fought their lands and we destroyed their orbits.

War is more than stations. When their collectors were gone the divine ordered the fleets to be one. When the enemy fleet came to our home we would defend it. In orbit we waited for them. To fight them at our home with our great station of war. This one point would decide the outcome of it all. All we had would take part in this war. Our forces clashed against their in a battle not seen since the almighty ones left us. The skies of Zuhn would flash with lightning. Fire would rain down from the debris of our ships. Homes would shatter as they rained down upon us. Our ships bravely stood in our orbit. We would stand our ground to the last Otagan. But it was not enough.

Our children screamed when the bombs fell. Our old would die when the streets would fall. Our men and women would try to defend the streets but it was simply not enough. The enemy swarmed our home. They took our colonies and we would all die. This was how the dreaded Steccashi won. Our people would be slaves. They resisted the occupation to no avail. The tyrants forced my people to surrender their faith. Those who did not were punished with death. This was the tale of our quest. Our people failed but the dream carries on. I shall continue this search for the gods in my ship. I will travel alone and carry the legacy of my race.

I am the last true Otagon. Heed my words for they tell the story of my race. As we tried to find our gods. They left us once and we tried to find them. To find the answers that we wanted. All we tried was to survive. To live as we pleased and worship our gods. Those with their democracy would strike us down. They said we were wrong in our ways and that we should follow them. Their tolerant ways were superior to ours they said. So tolerant that ours would have to die.

All we wanted was to find our gods. We were happy and filled with hope. Our people united in this dream. A dream crushed, by those who would not, let us think on our own.





***TRANSMISSION LOST***

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