I am the Keeper of Feathers.
I carry no name.
I stay planted and plant no seeds.
The white birds nest in my leaves.
I take their old feathers and shorten the barbs.
Listen to a tale of my people.
I'm reading from the Feather of Warp today.
As my tendrils feel the different lengths of the barbs, cut by one of my predecessors, pictures and words form in my mind.
During the rule of the Peacelord Petals of Gold scientists of the Mandate of Arcetemecon discovered faster than light travel.
The people rejoiced and many dreamed of planting their seeds in the soil of another world.
Petals of Gold was a strong proponent of exploration and industry and the construction projects during his rule reflect that philosophy.
Thus the fields were tilled, the mines worked and ships embarked into the void.
It was the year 0 of the new calendar.
Our explores were quickly rewarded for their curiosity and discovered habitable world but also signs of sentient xenos which were found in a neighboring system.
Fear and curiosity were equally present at that time.
As one of our ships entered the Mihil system it discovered something humbling.
No sign of active xenos was found but our people realized that it was too risky to keep all seeds in one basket if such theoretic xenos were not friendly.
Construction of our first seed-ship was started in the year 3.
Hostile non-sentient beings were discovered shortly afterwards.
Living standards approached a new high during those years as wealth was distributed fairly.
Many new and exiting things were discovered in the year 3.
The most exiting thing discovered was however the homeworld of the Uva-Xavani.
Living xenos withing range of one warp!
The Uva-Xavani had not even mastered the atom at that point and offered no threat.
A small number of our people suggested changing our ways and taking their fertile world from them.
Their pollen found no sigma however and they did not gather enough votes to have a voice in the assembly.
Rules and setup for this game.

I expect to die against the crisis.
I carry no name.
I stay planted and plant no seeds.
The white birds nest in my leaves.
I take their old feathers and shorten the barbs.
Listen to a tale of my people.
I'm reading from the Feather of Warp today.
As my tendrils feel the different lengths of the barbs, cut by one of my predecessors, pictures and words form in my mind.
During the rule of the Peacelord Petals of Gold scientists of the Mandate of Arcetemecon discovered faster than light travel.
The people rejoiced and many dreamed of planting their seeds in the soil of another world.
Petals of Gold was a strong proponent of exploration and industry and the construction projects during his rule reflect that philosophy.
Thus the fields were tilled, the mines worked and ships embarked into the void.
It was the year 0 of the new calendar.
Our explores were quickly rewarded for their curiosity and discovered habitable world but also signs of sentient xenos which were found in a neighboring system.
Fear and curiosity were equally present at that time.
As one of our ships entered the Mihil system it discovered something humbling.
No sign of active xenos was found but our people realized that it was too risky to keep all seeds in one basket if such theoretic xenos were not friendly.
Construction of our first seed-ship was started in the year 3.
Hostile non-sentient beings were discovered shortly afterwards.
Living standards approached a new high during those years as wealth was distributed fairly.
Many new and exiting things were discovered in the year 3.
The most exiting thing discovered was however the homeworld of the Uva-Xavani.
Living xenos withing range of one warp!
The Uva-Xavani had not even mastered the atom at that point and offered no threat.
A small number of our people suggested changing our ways and taking their fertile world from them.
Their pollen found no sigma however and they did not gather enough votes to have a voice in the assembly.
Rules and setup for this game.
I expect to die against the crisis.
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