There is not a step of Earth that has not seen slaughter; a solemn place, every inch. Perhaps peace is a phantom term.
As we moved from Earth into space, the slaughter continued. Rulers came and went. Children grew, fought, and died for causes they believed in. We populated beyond our means; shortages of food, water, and space made the desperation increase. There are always those who have an endless greed for power – a desire as infinite as the universe itself. There seems to be something at the core of human nature, a seed planted long ago, that perpetuates. Since time only moves forward, we may never be able to undo what has been done.
Divisions were created. Invisible lines we drew and called ‘states’ or ‘nations’ slowly dissolved as several factions devoured all others.
In the end, there were only three.
The Trius Corporation, The Avalon Federation, and The Nova Colony became balanced in power. An equilibrium based not on cooperation or hope, but desire to assimilate all to their will. They collaborated to conquer the world, calling it “The Formation”.
All who live on this planet swear allegiance to one of these gods. There is no choice. Everything seems hopeless, each person too insignificant to affect change. The impenetrable reign is absolute and has created a standoff that has carried on for the past 5 years. Order was achieved, but this peace is tenuous at best.
Four months ago massive meteors collided, shaking the planet and showering debris from the sky. Fragments scattered throughout all territories, a perfect chaos to defy the precarious order. Scientists, some licensed by the factions, others in direct disobedience, gathered slivers for research. They discovered a possibility that could alter the path of this world and all those to come. The fragments had layers; some as thick as a forearm, others paper thin. The outer layers were a dense, dead material, but inner layers glowed indigo. Lasers were the only tool powerful enough to extract the glowing shards, so it became known as LaserChain. This material had properties like nothing anyone had ever seen. The way oil had been used to alter our movement in the physical dimension of space, this seemed to alter our relationship with time.
The secret to eternal youth, teleportation, unstoppable weapons… or perhaps a way to alter human nature itself. People across the planets started to wake up, as did the sleeping giants.
The three factions mobilized a race to the planet where the meteor came from. Bands of resistance started to form alliances. Whether driven by greed or a desire for true change, the controller of LaserChain, could control the universe…