The Myth of Kuun-Lan
This is the story that has been told by our family for centuries. Some say it’s a story older than humanity itself and it tells about an ancient race, weirdly similar to humans. Others say it’s just a myth that has been disproven by scientists over and over again. I choose to believe that the story is real and can be used as an inspiration to never fear the oncoming darkness, no matter how grim the odds may seem.
The story starts with them finding a strange object, an ancient starship buried in the sands of their planet Kusén. Deep inside the ruin they found a stone that would change the course of their history forever. On the stone was etched a galactic map and a single word more ancient than the clans themselves. “Ihgaraa”, home.
The clans were united and a massive colony ship was designed. Construction took 60 human years. It demanded new technologies, industries and sacrifices. The greatest of these where created by the scientist Karan S’jett, who had herself integrated into the colony ship as its living core. The promise of the guidestone united the entire population. Every mind became focussed on the true origin of their people, every effort on the construction of the ship that would seek it out among the stars.
With the first test of their newly gained hyperspace capabilities something horrible happened. Upon exiting hyperspace near their planet of Kusén, they found that their planet had been destroyed by an alien race. An broken alien ship was still limping through space and upon the capture of its captain and interrogation they learned of an ancient treaty that forbid the Kuseni from developing hyperspace technology. Their first hyperspace test led to near genocide. All that was left was the colony ship and its colonists.
A long and argues journey began, their eyes set upon all that they had left. The guide stone and its promise of the planet Igharaa, facing incredible odds against a vast alien empire. They would have to pay the ultimate price for the destruction of Kusén and its people, a price that could only be paid with their own lives.