Freespace 21999

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Thirty-two years have past since the Great War. The Shivans vanished half a life time ago and now, we live in the mausoleum of history. We inherit the legacy of ghosts who haunt these ruins. The Elders call us "The lost generation". I remember stories of a glorious civilization, of cities with spires that reached the sun and a blue planet with vast seas. Of people with myths of Humanity everlasting, of children who saw in the embers of dying stars, the destiny of their race. And they hurled themselves into the void of space with no fear. They say our people have no present, only a past filled with horror and a future they can only dream of. Now we forge a new alliance, to guard the tomb of space and find within it's cold expanse, the salvation of our race.