Okay, so I wrote an intro for my story and I had a lot of ideas but for various reasons, I didn't finish it. Well, at least not in a way that I'd feel comfortable posting. I've never done fanfic before. But I figured I'd post my intro anyway. It's obviously not an entry, but it was just something I wrote down to set up the universe I wanted to write in. Here it is!
Genocide. Their last act as a species had been to destroy another. That had not always been the plan. There had been negotiations, alliances, strategies. But they were not gods, and they were dying. They had known for quite some time yet never expected the extinction to come to pass. At first there were schemes and technologies and promising scientific advancements. There was the attempt to reach out to the hundred that had been sent out. But one search after another proved empty until there was nothing left. Their time was up, and they refused to die alone.
It was the humans. The Founders could not destroy all the solids but they could destroy those who had sabotaged them at every turn. The ones who had battled them from the beginning and were the major source of resistance.
And so they began. At first they simply gathered them, using the other solids as their agents. There were the Cardassians, who were all too eager to gain importance within the Dominion. The Bajorans who resented humanity for turning their backs on them so long ago. How easy it was to have them turn against those they would have once called allies! The Founders destroyed the humans in groups, quietly at first, then growing more overt as their own condition worsened. And when there was nothing left to lose, they turned their gaze to Earth and attacked it with their full force. The war did not last long. It produced no victor. In the end, the earth burned, taking the last chance humanity had of surviving. There were those few who managed to survive, on both sides, but they were truly few. And just like that, two pillars of civilization knocked each other to the ground and crumbled to dust, leaving the wreckage of a shattered galaxy to those unfortunate enough to have survived.
Genocide. Their last act as a species had been to destroy another. That had not always been the plan. There had been negotiations, alliances, strategies. But they were not gods, and they were dying. They had known for quite some time yet never expected the extinction to come to pass. At first there were schemes and technologies and promising scientific advancements. There was the attempt to reach out to the hundred that had been sent out. But one search after another proved empty until there was nothing left. Their time was up, and they refused to die alone.
It was the humans. The Founders could not destroy all the solids but they could destroy those who had sabotaged them at every turn. The ones who had battled them from the beginning and were the major source of resistance.
And so they began. At first they simply gathered them, using the other solids as their agents. There were the Cardassians, who were all too eager to gain importance within the Dominion. The Bajorans who resented humanity for turning their backs on them so long ago. How easy it was to have them turn against those they would have once called allies! The Founders destroyed the humans in groups, quietly at first, then growing more overt as their own condition worsened. And when there was nothing left to lose, they turned their gaze to Earth and attacked it with their full force. The war did not last long. It produced no victor. In the end, the earth burned, taking the last chance humanity had of surviving. There were those few who managed to survive, on both sides, but they were truly few. And just like that, two pillars of civilization knocked each other to the ground and crumbled to dust, leaving the wreckage of a shattered galaxy to those unfortunate enough to have survived.
