Fiction:Republic Rising

"Thus shall it come to pass, the dying leader shall come forth and bring order and stability to the cosmos and his name shall go down in history..."

- Unknown

Republic Rising is a story about the events that led up to the creation of the over forty five thousand years before the rise of the, a time of perpetual war, sickness and destruction in the galaxy. However, one humble man thrust by destiny would change all of this forever and go down in history as one of the greatest heroes of the galaxy. This is the story of that hero's rise, fall and ultimate legacy.

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Chapter One: Beginning Before The Beginning


The bright summer day was sinking beneath the horizon on and birds could be heard singing to one another as they prepared their nests for the night. On the shores of the last great ocean un-touched by the ever-growing cities, a single sat on the beach, sipping at an alcoholic beverage exclusive to that region on the planet. Despite the songs of the birds and the distant whirl of passing speeders and launching spacecraft, all was peaceful. As the Libertus relaxed, he noticed a new sound added to the mix, that of footsteps in the sand. Sighing sharply, the Libertus glanced behind him, lifting the sun glasses from his head to get a better look at the disturber of the peace. The figure was an older female Libertus, with a loving smile that hid her deep sorrow. Wearing royal clothing, Praesator Beniara was the leader of the planet.


 * Beniara: Cyran'nus, my son. You cannot waste your life like this. You were born to lead this planet, not to abandon your destiny and become a common drunk.
 * Cyran'nus: I am an adult, mother. You cannot dictate my life as if I was a hatchling.
 * Beniara: You would shame your kin? You would leave our family... our planet in dishonour just to satisty your own selfishness?!

Cyran'nus took another sip from his drink and turned his head back toward the frothing waves of the sea.


 * Cyran'nus: My life is my own, mother. I will live it as I see fit.

Her hands on her hips, Beniara strode in front of where Cyran'nus sat, blocking his view of the waves. Her son rolled his eyes and sighed deeply.


 * Beniara: You are a born leader, Cyran'nus. I can see it. Your family can see it. Your peers can see it. You need to see it.
 * Cyran'nus: Please, mother. I do not want to be a leader. My only desire is to find a ship and travel to all those orbs of light in the night sky. I want to see them all, not govern people I'll never meet from the safety of the palace.

Crestfallen, a single tear fell from Beniara's left eye and she walked away. Grumbling, Cyran'nus once again turned towards the city behind him, where his mother was heading.


 * Cyran'nus: ...Mother, come back. I hate seeing you like this.

Suddenly, something in the corner of his eye caught his attention. A ship, triangular and dagger-like. One ship became two. Two became twelve. Until an entire armada could be seen descending from the heavens. Before Cyran'nus had time to react, a massive blast consumed the city, sending fiery debris shooting into the ocean. Thrown off his chair, Cyran'nus found himself face down in the sand, only now realising that his planet was being invaded. Getting to his feet, Cyran'nus looked at where his city once stood. Where once was a gleaming metropolis, now there was only ruins and desolation. Collapsing from grief that everything he knew had just been destroyed, he failed to notice that two beings approached him from behind.

Turning his head, Cyran'nus came face to face with the crimson conquerors, a race known as the Phaedra that were considered a myth by those in the safety of the Core Sovereignties. The lead Phaedra raised his weapon to put down the weakened and shell-shocked Libertus, but an attack from the rear decapitated both conquerors in a single stroke. Shielding his eyes from the spray of blood, Cyran'nus couldn't help but comply when his savior picked him up and placed him on his feet. The figure was clearly a female Libertus, though her manner of battle dress was strange, indicating that she was not from Orbispira.


 * Abelia: My name is Abelia, I'm here to rescue any survivors. Come. There is only death here. I have a ship ready to evacuate.
 * Cyran'nus: ...They are all dead.
 * Abelia: And you will be too if you don't follow me to my ship. Now hurry. There's bound to be more of them.

Trivia

 * Republic Rising is the story behind the beginning of civilised Cyrannus, an event that has a monumental impact on the future of the galaxy.