I just purchased the Amethyst game and read through it... a couple of times. I enjoyed the setting alot and am looking forward to starting my next game set in the Amethyst world.
I decided to work in an aspect of something more, perhaps an answer to some of the questions about the Saints or a whole new faction?
The Fall from Eden
“A few in orbit, unable to reach the surface, attempted to break orbit and rendezvous with a refugee ship rumored to have escaped Earth, but were never heard from again.” -Amethyst
We have seen the few words that describe our past in your histories, our words are much longer and much different. Even the so-called ‘Saints’ have no knowledge of our existence.
In our parents’ era, in humanity’s darkest moment we fled. We fled to the very edges of the light of our sun and in the twilight between the warming light of the sun and the ever night at the edge of space we thrived. Yet, that is not whole story.
As humanity was consumed by the Hammer of the God, we gathered in a ship, much like Noah and his arc. We gathered the genetic matter of a thousand unto a thousand species and headed into our arc and the world was washed in a second flood of fire and ice. As we fled Terra’s orbit we gathered a few survivors from the SS Ronald Reagan, a few more from the Mikhail Gorbachev, the Churchill, and the De Gaulle. I suppose that gathering the survivors from the space stations was necessary, for we took vital components from their astral frames. Further we fled from the strange emanations that rose up from the world. To the moon we picked up a few more of the necessary personnel and equipments.
Beyond the cislunar sphere, the emanations seemed to decrease, and our frantic pace slackened. We turned to Mars where we gathered a precious few of the handful of interplanetary vessels we could scavenge for supplies. Above Mar’s we pondered our fates, our morality, our responsibility. The planet below held nearly 25,000 human lives, fellow survivors from the apocalypse that had become Earth. We could not bare the additional resources of adding so many to our number, nor would the supplies we had add to theirs in any realistic amount. With heavy heart beating in our breast, we decided to move past Mars, to abandon our brethren to their own fate.
From the Martian orbit, our path headed further from our birthplace, to the broken fifth planet, the asteroid belt. Our leaders had chosen this place as where we would make our new home. In the rubble that was once another celestial orb, there was the necessary materials for us to sustain a civilization and continue. It was an uncertain time, the refugee ship with its limited facilities provided the barest tools, but in its holds held the most precious of cargoes, our people.
Over the course of the first five years, we lost over half of our two thousand survivors, reducing our number to less than one thousand. In the barest of terms, it was each survivor’s duty to continue human life. It was also when the greatest minds realized our need to adapt to the rigors of an environment that is the most unforgiving and hostile to life of any sort.
We lacked the necessary resources to outwardly shield ourselves from the environment , so our scientists and technicians turned inward. Humanity had cracked it’s own genetic code in the centuries before the Hammer fell, but had been forbidden by the various legal and moral, artificial albeit restriction. Our scientists began to strengthen our people against the unyielding tomb of space.
And so we changed from the human beings that left on that lone refugee ship. It was as the new genetic wrote itself into our lives, that we heard Her call. In the cold between the worlds, we realized that our protector, our ever vigilant warden and guardian had been our pale Sister gazing down upon us. We heard Her call. Luna called to her children, someone to help her watch over the remnants of her original charge and the new creatures that now lived across her celestial sister.