You would think, that the future would be bright? But how can light exist in a dark universe. The story of humanity is, like all stories, one of hardship. But it is also one of bravery. It is not a new story, but one that has been written thousends of times in the course of history. It is of how the smallest of things can escalate.

Humanity's problems started in 2020. The world's tempreture was accelerating, even after everything humanity had done. Nations threatened one another. The leaders of countries believed space was no longer a viable option. It was just too expensive. Only the moon was ever colonised.

In 2075, scientists found something. The world was heating up because of solar flares. They had peaked around 2065. They had gotten weaker since then. This annual lfare did not come in 2075. Or any year after that. The world was cooling down fast. Farms were failing. All that was left were the farms of the African-Mediterranian coast, and mexico. The world erupted into war in 2106. It lasted until 2200, when the flares began again. The world reorganised itself, and was finally at pease by 2210. They built where they could. Wars were still going on around Zaire, but that was cast aside.

The world went back to space travel. They started to develop ships using the cold fusion generators developed during the war. They elected a face to lead them into this golden age. They elected the young Alan Bradley as Govenor Supreme of Earth. It was wise, but stubborn. By 2220, they had develpoped the hyperdrive. But the prototypes had all malfuctioned, and ended up on alien planets, to be developed by themselves.

By 2224, they got it right. The flag ship TAS (Terran Allience, as the UN now called itself, Ship) Magellan succesfuly made it to Proxima Centuri and back. Two more ship were constructed, the TAS Armstrong, a ship to take civililians to the stars, and the the TAS Motsognir, a mining ship.

Now is the dawn of 2225, and Alan Bradley looks out to Atlantis, the capital of Earth, situated in the middle of the Atlantic. Tomorrow will be an important day for him, as the world looks on, and humans take towards the stars. The stars. In old earth stories, stars were gods. Magical dots in the sky, whom none knew how they got there, or how they stayed up. But the stars are about to get much closer. Very quickly.