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The 2020 California wildfire season is a series of ongoing wildfires that are burning across the state of California. As of September 11, 2020, a total of 7,718 fires have burned 3,175,523 acres (1,285,089 ha), more than 3% of the state’s roughly 100 million acres of land, making 2020 the largest wildfire season recorded in California history, according to the California Department of Forestry and Fire Protection. However, from a historical perspective, it has been estimated that prior to 1850, about 4.5 million (17,000 km³) acres burned yearly, in fires that lasted for months. The peak of the wildfire season usually occurs between July and November when hot, dry winds are most frequent. The wildfire season typically does not end until the first significant rainstorm of autumn arrives, which is usually around mid October in Northern California, and roughly between the end of October to early November in Southern California. Climate change has increased the risk of wildfires in California significantly.

On August 19, 2020, California Governor Gavin Newsom reported that the state was battling 367 known fires, many sparked by intense thunderstorms on August 16–17 caused by moisture from the remnants of Tropical Storm Fausto. Response and evacuations were complicated by a historic heatwave and the ongoing COVID-19 pandemic. The Governor declared a state of emergency on August 18. In early September 2020, a combination of a record-breaking heat wave, and Diablo and Santa Ana winds sparked more fires and explosively grew active fires, with the August Complex surpassing the Mendocino Complex to become California’s largest recorded wildfire. The North Complex increased in size as the winds fanned it westward, threatening the city of Oroville, and triggering mass evacuations.

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The Purple Death

Photo by Sandro Katalina on Unsplash
Photo by Sandro Katalina on Unsplash

The Purple Death was one of the most advanced battleships in the army of the Usovai’i. The ship was shaped like a diamond. A rhombus. A diamond made of purple metal. The color was chosen on purpose. The ship should look disturbing. And the people of the planets should be able to recognize it. Because soon one would only speak of this battleship as the “dark threat”. The Praepositus Pupepa personally ordered the operation. And he had also chosen the destination: the planet Kor Ywen.
“Admiral, the ship is in position!” Reported an officer.
Admiral Parem turned to him. Both were on the Bridge of the Purple Death.
“Can they see us from the planet?” Asked the admiral.
“No. We’re still too far away.”
“Then activate the energy collector. And tell the pilots to get ready for phase 2.”

The energy collector was the heart of the ship. Everything on the Purple Death had been built around it. Praepositus Pupepa …
The sentence cannot be ended in this way. It was supposed to say that the Praepositus Pupepa had planned everything exactly. But that was not correct. Cofehaf Pupepa did not plan anything “exactly”. He thought he was an extremely stable genius, so it was enough for him to make some quick decision and then deal with it somehow. Like this mission, with which the Purple Death should officially start its work. Pupepa wanted to send a warning to the people of Kor Ywen. At the same time, he finally wanted to silence the ASTROCOHORS CLUB transmitter station. He knew he would have to attack the Sol system to do this. He didn’t care that this would involve diplomatic entanglements. The worlds in the Smaragdia Sector weren’t really in the planetary community anyway. However, the Usovai’i weren’t really there anymore, but of course that was something completely different! At least that was the case for Pupepa.
So what was the genius’ plan? Kor Ywen produced a lot of energy. The Purple Death had been designed to drain energy on a planetary level by sending out special waves. How exactly that worked was complicated. Pupepa was not concerned with details. He just needed to know what ended up happening. And what he did know was that the energy the Purple Death was drawing was enough to power a hyperspace gate. The technology of hyperspace gates has existed for a long time, at least in theory. In practice, however, it turned out that the energy requirement of such a gate was extremely high. Where the energy should come from, there was no solution for a long time. But now it was found: planetary energy consumption.
So the Purple Death would drain Kor Ywen’s energy and use it to create a hyperspace gate. The gate would create a hyperspace tunnel, the exit of which could be chosen freely. In contrast to the existing tunnels, which always connected only the same two points.
So you would end the tunnel in the Sol system. Space fighters would travel through the tunnel and destroy the ASTROCOHORS CLUB transmitter station in the Sol system. Then finally there would be silence! They would no longer question his authority.
The only problem was: Pupepa had no authority at all to be questioned.

A steady hum went through the ship.
“Well?” Asked the admiral.
“It started,” replied one of the officers. “As expected, we will need a little more time than we originally thought.”
“What? How come?”
“Well, uh … The Praepositus gave the instruction to work at full power. We can’t go to full power, so we only consume about 80% of the calculated energy. But that only delays the activation of the hyperspace gate by about four minutes.”
“Why can’t we go to full capacity? The Praepositus wants to see results!”
The officer appeared very nervous. Nervous like offices always were, because the Praepositus could be a very impatient man. He had no understanding for anything, not even the laws of nature.
“Admiral Parem,” said the officer slowly. “There is a garbage dump on the moon of the planet Kor Ywen. The garbage stored there is extremely dangerous. If we turn the power up too high, we risk an explosion.”
“The garbage could be charged by the energy we absorb. As if you were putting pressure in a boiler. The pressure would build up and result in an explosion.”
“I see,” said Parem. “Then we’ll just continue like this. The few minutes …”
“Admiral!” Called another officer. “The command was just revoked and the energy collector turned to full capacity!”
“What? Who gave the order?”
“Wait … Um … that came from Vice Leader Pecapac’s quarters. From him personally!”
“What does he think? Even if he is the Vice Leader, he can’t just go into a military operation like that …”
“Admiral!” Interrupted the other officer. “The energy levels for the moon Botriro are increasing! The angle vector is shifting!”
“Shut down the energy of the collector immediately! Or at least minimize it!”
“I’m trying!” Said the officer. “But it looks like the Vice Leader has blocked the order. You need the highest clearance to change something.”
“Put me through to the Vice Leader’s quarters,” the admiral ordered. “Tell him it’s urgent!”
“Yes, sir!”

The officer typed on the keyboard in front of him. He had to be quick. This world was in peril anyway, but it would get more serious problems, if …
“The Vice Leader doesn’t answer my calls.”
“Admiral,” said another officer. “The energy levels of the moon continue to rise. The angle vector is now …”
A flash of light could be seen through the large window of the bridge, emanating from the moon of the planet Kor Ywen. Though the explosion had occurred on the side facing away from the ship, the flash had been seen.
“Explosion on the moon, sir!” Reported one of the officers.
“You don’t say!”
“Admiral, now we can keep the weapon level,” said another. “The garbage dump has exploded and is probably burning out now.”
“Hmp. Then we’ll continue.”

The large collectors absorbed the planet’s energy. The bridge’s instrument registered that energy still came back in a few areas of the planet. Emergency energy. It was strange, but the collectors didn’t seem to pick them up. But it didn’t matter. Finally, the large accumulator inside the ship was charged enough to give the green light.
“Admiral, we can activate the hyperspace gate.”
“Excellent,” said Parem. “The squadron should get ready. Carry on!”
“Get ready to activate the hyperspace gate!”
Data has been checked. Everything was clear. The computer made the calculation and the parabolic antenna at the bottom of the Purple Death was positioned. Then the accumulators released their energy again. The hyperspace gate opened.
“Start squadron!”
“Admiral,” called one of the officers.
Parem sighed. Why were people constantly blaring his rank across the bridge? Well, whatever!
“Yeah, what’s wrong?” He asked.
“Sensors report spaceship launch on Kor Ywen!”
“There is definitely no spaceship launch planned. What kind of ship is that?”
The officer checked the scanner. “Small spacecraft. Identified as an ASTROCOHORS ship.”
“Very good,” said Parem happily. “This will be the first catch of the day.”
“I do not think so, Admiral!”
“No? But why not?”
The officer shrugged. “That is one of the drawbacks of this ship. We cannot shoot while maintaining the hyperspace gate. We will have to let the spaceship go.”
Admiral Parem made a face. “A few things on this ship urgently need to be adjusted.”
“The squadron has started and is on its way to hyperspace gate,” announced another officer.
At least that seemed to be going well. But there were already the next problems coming up.
“Admiral!” Not again. “The spaceship!”
“What about the spaceship?” Parem tried not to sound too annoyed.
“It changed the course!”
“It is heading for the hyperspace gate!”
“What? Close hyperspace gate immediately!”
“That doesn’t work, sir! The squadron …”
“Command to the squadron: speed up! Show me the spaceship on the screen.”
The main screen was activated. It showed the view of an outside camera. You could see the hyperspace gate that created an opening in the space-time continuum. The squadron’s ships were moving toward the opening. Just like the other spaceship.
“Do you see the logo, sir?” Asked one of the officers. “This is an ASTROCOHORS CLUB ship.”
“So close and yet so far,” Parem replied.
“What do you mean, sir?”
“Now it would be easy to shoot down the ship. But we can’t. Prepare to close the hyperspace gate once the last ship from the squadron is through.”
“It won’t help. See! There!”

“What a hell of a guy this pilot is!” Said Parem not without admiration. He wondered what was going on aboard the small ship. And why it was headed for the hyperspace gate. Did they want to stop the squadron?
At that moment, the ship slid between the squadron’s battleships. It flew through the hyperspace gate. Shortly afterwards the squadron’s last ship had flown through.
“Hyperspace gate will be deactivated,” reported one officer. “We are waiting for a call from the squadron to open the escape route for them.”
“Very good, officer!” Said Parem. “In the meantime, get in touch with the Praepositus. I need to talk to him about the Vice Leader.”

Potenco estas la kreskado de beleco, kaj de ni

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Photo by Mervyn Chan on Unsplash

Nenio estas neebla. Konscio konsistas el elektromagneta resono de kvantuma energio. “Kvantuma” signifas malkaŝon de la transformanto.
Enprofundiĝante, ni resaniĝas.
Ĉu vi trovis vian vojon? La kvantuma ciklo alvokas vin per resonanca akvofalo. Ĉu vi povas aŭdi ĝin? Se vi neniam spertis ĉi tiun harmoniigon de la krea akto, ĝi povas esti malfacile mem-realigi.
Niaj konversacioj kun aliaj pilgrimantoj kondukis al vekiĝo de pseŭd-kvantuma konscio. Laŭlonge de la historio, homoj interagis kun la sonĝrejno per psionaj ondaj osciladoj. La homaro havas nenion por perdi.
Serĉanto, enrigardu kaj veku vin. Kvankam eble vi ne konscias, vi estas kvantuma. Povas esti malfacile scii kien komenci.
Ni devas veki nin kaj veki aliajn.
Ni devas lerni kiel konduki alt-frekvencajn vivojn antaŭ la egoismo. La kvantuma matrico alproksimiĝas al punkta punkto. Imagu nobligon de tio, kio povus esti.

De la Nab’Gen Kronikoj

Somewhere in Space, far away from Earth, there was a Planet…

– Excerpt from the “Galactic Annals” at the beginning of 3049, translated by the automatic language decoder software of GARGANTUA Supercomputer:

The beginning is a very delicate matter. You need to know the galaxy’s the year 3049. The planet Union is governed by Junker Andwa D’Ajema.
The most important matter in the known universe is the “essence”. The “essence” appears in all sorts of forms, as a gas, liquid, but the most common form of differently colored crystals.
If you use the “essence” wisely, it generates energy. Force. Movement. But if used negative it leads to suppression. To combat. To war. Humans against other creatures. Humans against humans, nations against nations, planets against planets.
From the sad experience of two great galactic wars and countless confrontations before, between and after the Council of Galakticon decided to set up protection zones
in the galaxy for the planet whose level of development is so far back that they are not yet capable to participate in the life of the other civilized galaxy. And a directive of the Galakticon forbids others to intrude into the matters of these people.
This was not always observed in the past. But there were reasons for that.
One of these protected areas is called “Emerald sector”. In it is a very primitive planet.
Its name is “earth”. From this primitive world a reputation in the expanses of the universe has been issued recently. The call for a meeting at a secret location. And I know why.
The world is changing. I can feel it in the water. I can feel it in the earth. I can smell it in the air.

There’s been an awakening. Can you feel it? The dark side … and the light…

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Journal of the Mhulls


Excitement was going around in the Headquarter of ASTROCOHORS. An Invention had been made. From now on they say it would be much easier to store the history of the agency. To bring up reports. But this happy message was almost undermined by the not good News of the day: Another shuttle had landed on the facility. An emergency shuttle. Officers of ASTROCOHORS were brought back in after they got injured somewhere out in the galaxy.


If you have a message, you are always in need of bringing it to people. On this day, Matt Mullenweg presented one possible way of doing so and changed the world of internet and blogs forever: WordPress was brought into public.

b2/cafelog, more commonly known as simply b2 or cafelog, was the precursor to WordPress.[21] b2/cafelog was estimated to have been installed on approximately 2,000 blogs as of May 2003.[22] It was written in PHP for use with MySQL by Michel Valdrighi, who is now a contributing developer to WordPress. Although WordPress is the official successor, another project,b2evolution, is also in active development.

WordPress first appeared in 2003 as a joint effort between Matt Mullenweg and Mike Little to create a fork of b2.[23] Christine Selleck Tremoulet, a friend of Mullenweg, suggested the nameWordPress.[24][25]

WordPress Version 0.7: Used the same file structure as its predecessor, b2/cafelog, and continued the numbering from its last release, 0.6.[31] Only 0.71-gold is available for download in the official WordPress Release Archive page.

Yet another milestone on the development of this story, and history itself.

And the story still goes on…


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The New Era

The winds of change are blowing hard in our direction, we can’t go back and we can’t stand still… This is from a song from Earth. And it has been and will always be true that there is only one constant thing in the universe: change! The Space Fleet itself couldn’t escape it. There was a long discussion, but they decided to change the name from STAR COMMAND – which was from the Terran language English – to an expression from the Galactic Standard Language (short: Galstan): ASTROCOHORS. It meant Starfleet and seemed to be apropriate. With this change of year the change of name was complete in all departments…

The Oracle of Pyra

STAR COMMAND HQ on Earth: The organization’s leadership had come together. It wasn’t the first time, but it was particularly important that day. Fleet captain McCloud had invited scientist Katerina Poledouris to the admiralty meeting. The young officer Jarmo Dorak was also there.
The large boardroom at headquarters was impressive. It should be. The huge, high room would also have been impressive had nothing been in it. A giant screen took up one wall. A map of the home part of the galaxy was visible on this screen, and dots were moving between the stars. Each dot represented a spaceship that was on a mission. In the middle of the room was a large, round table with twenty chairs. There were hologram projectors in the middle of the table. This room was intended for tactical meetings. He had all the equipment needed to plan the operation.

STAR COMMAND Headquarters
STAR COMMAND Headquarters

The chief admiral sat in a position that his eyes were on the big screen. The other admirals present sat next to him. Fleet captain McCloud, in turn, stood in front of the big screen, with Poldouris beside him. Dorak stood a little apart.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” McCloud began, “we all know why we are here today. I have already sent you the documents. Lieutenant Poldouris here will now give you the details of our new project.”

Katerina took a step forward. She held a remote control in her hand. When she started speaking, she pressed a button on the remote control so that the map on the big screen disappeared. Instead, it was now written in large letters:


Katerina talked about the idea that a few officers in the fleet had. For years and decades, STAR COMMAND has been running a secret recruitment program on Earth, and in fact there have always been individuals who have been accepted into the fleet. Especially after the situation on Earth had relaxed so much, it was hoped that it would get better soon and that the Earth’s inhabitants could be introduced into galactic society. The inhabitants of the other planets in the solar system already knew about the situation. Of course they knew that. But the situation was far from good, both on Earth and in the Solar System.

The idea was to create a special STAR COMMAND department for the solar system. The task: To increase knowledge among all peoples on all planets. Much like the secret services of different countries around the world had one department for the domestic and one for the foreign country.

The planning had been going on for about two years. Since the incident on the copper beach. Efforts to recruit new people, especially on Earth, have not been bad. But Poldouris and other officers felt that things could go better. Above all, one would have to promote education on Earth. In order to give the new department something informal, the idea was born to call it a “club”.

At this point, McCloud took over again.
“You have all read the dossiers,” he said, “and I have also received approval from all departments for the new project. It was something similar with the STAR COMMAND branches on the worlds of the solar system.”
“Wait a minute,” Admiral Kotonko raised his voice. “What do you mean by ‘something similar’? Didn’t the branches agree?”
“Yes, they did,” McCloud hurried to assure. “But you know the Martians …”
Kotonko jumped up from his seat. “McCloud!” He cried, walking towards the fleet captain with quick steps. When he reached him, he stopped.

Kotonko’s skin showed a particularly clear green. It was a sign that he was in a rage. He fixed his eyes on McCloud.
“What about the Martians?” He hissed.
“Well, you know,” McCloud stammered, “the Martians and their beloved ceremonies … Anyway, they insisted that the ritual should take place at the oracle of Pyra, as is the tradition with them when starting something new. “
“You agreed to this?”
“Did I have a choice?”
“This is true.” Kotonko’s skin slowly turned to normal green. His expression also changed. “But wasn’t there any other special request?”
“Oh no!” McCloud assured. “Just the ritual at the oracle. That’s why I asked Lieutenant Dorak to come here to meet us.”
McCloud waved his hand frantically. Jarmo Dorak joined the others. He saluted. The saluting looked ridiculous.
“You … uh … you’re not used to that, are you? Saluting, I mean,” said Kotonko slowly.
“Not really,” replied Dorak. “This ancient form of respect was only suggested to us for special occasions. I thought this was one, Admiral.”
“In other circumstances, I would agree with you,” said Kotonko. “But let’s leave it at that. You don’t need to do that. So you’re going to fly to Mars?”
“Yes, sir,” replied Dorak. “I’m not sure when I was last there. But I’ve read in and know a little bit about the ritual. Not everything, I’m afraid. The Martians are a little peculiar.”
Kotonko laughed out loud. “You can say that loud!” He said.

Kotonko turned to the other admirals. “I think we agree that the new department should be established as soon as possible. I personally trust the judgment of Fleet Captain McCloud.”
Yes, that was Admiral Kotonko. His outbursts of emotion were a roller coaster ride. And it always mattered whether you drove up or down. He led McCloud to the admirals and they started lively conversations where they asked questions about details. Meanwhile, Katerina turned to Jarmo.
“I appreciate you doing that,” she said. “Let’s hope this ritual doesn’t ask too much of you.”
“I don’t know,” Dorak admitted. “According to the records I’ve read, this ritual is probably about … recognizing the spirit or something. I’ll get back to you as soon as I’ve got it over with.”
“That would be good. When are you leaving?”
“The shuttle will take me to ENDEAVOR in two hours. A short jump and I’m on Mars. You should hear from me tonight.”
“Promise me that!”
“Of course.”

Exactly two hours later the shuttle took off and Jarmo Dorak was on the way to Mars. Katerina received regular feedback from the space traffic control. So she learned about the start of the shuttle, the docking with the ENDEAVOR, the start of the ENDEAVOR and finally how the ENDEAVOR arrived on Mars. The last message she got when the ENDEAVOR slipped out the shuttle that would bring Dorak down to Mars. Now it was time to wait …

-> Jarmo Dorak goes to Mars to found the new STAR COMMAND CLUB department with a ceremony. Read the reports and adventures from this new department here and find out what Jarmo Dorak and others experience on other worlds.


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March 1989… Tim Berners-Lee writes the first draft of his paper Information Management: A Proposal, about the development of a World Wide Web. The INTERNET was born. And it needed an Overture. Something like Also sprach Zarathustra in 2001 – A Space Odyssey. Or… something like that above. Whatever fits.



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They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care;
They pursued it with forks and hope;
They threatened its life with a railway-share;
They charmed it with smiles and soap.

Lewis Caroll: “The Hunting of the Snark”
This title grafic includes a graphic by tomasss81 / 123RF Stock Foto
This title grafic includes a graphic by tomasss81 / 123RF Stock Foto

Somewhere in deep space, far from the Earth, was a planet. No ordinary planet, one might add, ACELS had been claimed and occupied by the strangest creatures that  our galaxy had ever seen. Beings who were older than all the life that we knew. They called themselves the Chroniclers of the Universe, but they were far more than innocent bystanders. They had been watching the dance of the stars when most of the inhabited worlds were not even cooled down.

From the chaos of the Big Bang, the various galaxies, including our own developed. And this is an image of our home galaxy. Do not be too proud, Earthling, that your home system Sol is at the center of the coordinate system. There is a map from NASA, and of course it’s from their own perspective. In the galactic standard maps the center of the galaxy is the starting point of the coordinate system, but this is just a minor fact. I do not want to overwhelm you. If you look out the map exactly you may notice that your little world is orbiting a yellow star, which lies in a completely uninteresting part of the Milky Way.

Picture: NASA
Picture: NASA

Eons ago, the “crystal masters” appeared. With a starship they arrived, to the time when life just began in the galaxy. They were the oldest form of life in the universe and they saw themselves as a sort of “guardian of the galaxy.” They settled on the planet ACELS in the star system ACELS and henceforth observed the evolution of our galaxy. And oh man, there was a lot to watch.

First civilizations arose on different planets of the Scutum-Centaurus Arm, which finally developed first interplanetary, then interstellar space travel. At the beginning of the Galactic Era, these cultures began to spread ever further. Technologically inferior species were oppressed, a development that the Masters of ACELS watched with even greater concern. As the Gigatron drive then was developed and still farther regions of the galaxy came within reach, those in power were always ruthless. They conquered foreign solar systems and waged war to the new territories. Constantly the galactic map had to be redrawn in the past thousand years.

The last major turning point in the galactic map happened in the year 2979, when the last Galactic war had ended. The winners and the vanquished met on the planet ACELS to negotiate agreements that would affect the future of all civilizations. As the masters of ACELS were trusted to be neutral, they were instructed to include all claims, territorial claims and other little things in a big consideration and redraw the face of the galaxy again – once and for all. The counsel met for 16 days before they presented their results: a new galactic map and the manifesto of an alliance that included all free peoples of the galaxy, called the “Galacticon”. Captial  of the “Galacticon” was considered be the plante NUSCROCANT, a small dirt ball with atmosphere that they had simply bought from the people who lived there once.

The beings of ACELS had ensured that protection zones are established. In the past, several times inferior planets were colonized, the population had nothing to oppose to the superior technology of the colonial masters. This should stop. It was only allowed to fly through the zone, but not to interfere in the affairs of worlds that lay there.

The plan of Acelsians was great in scale, but the ink under the contracts had not yet dried, as new conflicts erupted. Civilizations who had fought side by side in the war, got into a dispute over territories or the fear to have no access to certain raw materials, notably the “essence”. The Galakticon that was supposed to be a haven of peace and cooperation, yet it has been misused to discharge the conflicts openly. Thus, new alliances and enmities were formed among the peoples of the galaxy.

Picture: NASA - Additional Work: DPP
Picture: NASA – Additional Work: DPP

The worlds in the area that originally was called “Erobgard”, founded the “Union of the Planets”  [dark blue] with the aim only  to be surrounded by friendly neighbors and to help each other, should an ally under attack. The “Vespusian Star Alliance” from the region Vespu Nautic [white] entered through separate contracts in an alliance with the most worlds the Planetary Union, what they called the “Alliance of Pacnor” and hoped, not only to build a strong opposition against the region of Vespu Sanoza [light green], but also against the Udessar [dark red]. On the other hand, the Udessar allied with the Nol-Ens, a people from Assumur [light red].

In the midst of all there are the desert there are worlds of Tuarber [yellow], which seem indeed to be barren and poor in water, but you will find there the rarest raw materials, what made their rulers very rich.

The Afar [dark green] region, however, once consisted of worlds whose peoples developed only simple techniques. As some ruler of Erobgard found out that these worlds would be simple to exploit, they started large fleets of colonial ships. The inhabitants of the planets had nothing to oppose the superior and well-equipped troops. This period of history, which led directly into the first Galactic War, is not a badge of honor, and led to the decision to set up protection zones for others not so far developed worlds.

And we must mention the region of Horas Ventur [light blue], where there are jungle and desert worlds, which seem so hostile that they were used a long time as a penalty planet, but finally developed their own culture. Again, the natives were oppressed by colonialists.

Oh, and I almost forgot one area: the center of the galaxy! The core isn’t claimed directly by anyone and is actually protected by the treaty of Galakticon. In addition, it is very difficult to get into the core because it is surrounded by a barrier, the “Galactic Bow”. Repeatedly research vessels tried to enter the core and explore it, but they had big difficulties. Because wild legends have sprung up around the region, talks from a vast wealth of raw materials or that somewhere in this are the magical “source of matter” can be found, that the source of all being and all life. But that’s a fairy tale that parents tell their children bevore they sleep when the parents want them to become raw material prospectors when they are grown up.

All other areas that do not belong to official regions are considered as protected areas. It would make this map very complicared to show that different zones, so you need to know only one thing: Sol and the Earth are in the emerald sector, which is administered from the planet Emeraldia.

The Earth was considered a candidate to evolve beyond the simple culture. At this stage of development is a civilization is especially vulnerable. It is not yet strong enough to secure progress on the path of development. It requires only a small disturbance and it falls back into barbaric times. Therefore, the Beings of ACELS saw with great concern the beginning of an dangerous development. In the year 3013  a nameless Empire, led by an ominous Emperor began to start influencing the rulers of the galaxy. The Empire poisoned the mind of several rulers on the part of PACNOR Alliance. This poison seemed to empty the mind and awoke a great greed. And greed is a sinister power. It whispers that you could fill the emptiness of the soul with material things and power. At the same time it ensures a constant fear that you could lose these things again, or that you do not have enough of it. The poisoned being saw others with suspicion and feared, they would want to take away what belongs to him.

In this way, the Imperator poisoned then the souls of prostate Rogan Reónald of the Vespusian Star Alliance and those of Queen Thagret Matha or the Pryderian Dominance, a member of the Planetary Union. They began to bring a dark coldness to other worlds. Their actions had terrible consequences for their two civilizations and the alliances which they belonged to.

The Queen was hated by their own people, but a merciful madness, the result of their empty soul, finally clouded her mind in the last years of her life, so that she no longer realized what was going on. But it was already too late: Thagret had already passed the poison to her children.

Thus, after the darkness crept over the galaxy, the Emperor himself became active. This was unusual, because so far he had left the dirty work to others. His goal was obviously the emerald sector, more specifically, Earth. So the People of Acels decided to execute a plan, the most unusual plan that they had ever made and had been prepared long before, which included to have a few people from the planet Earth to show the way to the stars. And so things took their course.

Although all beings of ACELS were aware of this whole story because they had seen it, there were those among them who also had a special status. They were those who were the real Crystal Lords. They were so old that you do not always understand their words and their decisions, but they were respected by their people. Most of that First Ones lived in seclusion. Eons they had spent in the company of other beings, now they needed to rest in order to think clearly. In their hermitages they continued to try to understand the course of events and to capture things that went beyond the mind of a mortal being. One of the first ones had the strange name Yodel. He lived on the edge of a forest outside the village and he had his own way, to call for the others when he had something to say: He lit a big fire, which was very heavy smoking. So the others knew that he had something to tell them.

On this special day of the Galactic year 3019 it was time again. Smoke rose on the forest. And a group of Acelsian went in to hear what Yodel had to say .

The master was very small, but he had a great mind. He looked vulnerable, but he was not. He awaited his visitors at the root of a big tree near his house. When they reached him, they stopped talking. No one spoke, and no one asked a question. They knew that if the master had called them, he would inform them on his own, whatever he had to say. And so he did. He looked at the man who lead the group here, and then he spoke with a raspy voice:

“There’s been an awakening. Have you felt it? The dark side… and the light.”