From the Begining New Chapter Added (9/12/06)

[Starhawk]

How shall they be remembered?:
A long time ago the Icarans came with ships, guns, and bombs, they saw our species and looked upon us as inferior because we were not human and so my race was doomed to slavery on the "sphereworld" they have built to house us.
My parents told me when I was a youngling how my race once roamed dozens of worlds, free and happy and any where you went you could see the sky and the stars, but that was all before I was born, before they came and took away our homes and our worlds and killed hundreds of millions of our kind because we dared resist them, our warriors fought valiantly but in the end these Icarans were overwhelming, and all of our soldiers were killed in battle after battle trying to hold back the encroaching darkness.

I have read the human history files for long hours and understand now why they have beaten us, it is not just because our technology was not as good as their's or because our people were not as brave, it is because in the end humans are warriors they don't give up until they are shattered and even then they resist, they do not forgive easily and they never forget what others have done to them. The Icarans once ruled over most of their species' home system because of their genius and military skill, and yet as all things human it was their own race who destroyed that once great empire.

Humans, they are curious yet arrogant, brutal yet see themselves as moral, harsh if we do not behave and yet gentle if we are submissive they feed us well yet slaughter us if we riot or fight, they tell us we are safe in their protection yet we are in the end their slaves. They are a constant contradiction of themselves and yet they do not notice this because it is so natural to them.

My parents and the elders had told me when I was young that one day my race would return to the stars, that one day humanity would look upon its self and see how wrong they were to enslave entire species just because they were different, they said that one day our descendants would step again under the beautiful green and brown skies of our worlds.....I am sad to say that my parents and the elders were all too wrong, our worlds are no longer the green and brown jewels they once were they are now a vile blue with white swirling clouds and disgusting green continents!

Icara, to us that name means slavery and the loss of our once glorious homeworlds, some say these Icarans are a punishment from the great gods for our sins, others say they are a tool of the evil ones, but they are neither of things, in some ways they are much worse then that they are us and we are them, mere mortal beings who collide in a galaxy of little importance to the rest of this grand universe.
Icara, conquerers, monsters, the shadow that washes away whole worlds, whole cultures and entire species, Icara the very word makes a thousand worlds tremble in fear. Icara cursed and spat upon, Icara the name that crushes stars kills billions and brings eternal slavery to those not human, Icara! the one name in this galaxy that will change the destiny of untold millions of worlds!

How then I wonder will Icara be remembered? No doubt to their descendants this generation will be considered heroes, virtuous crusaders bringing justice, peace and stability to the universe....and who is to say that is wrong? For these people rose from a devestated system's ashes and created for themselves not just a new world but an Empire that brings fear to any who would resist it, is that not heroic? Is that not valiant? I do not know for sure. But no matter how Icarans are remembered my race and whoever else they enslave in their brutal conquest of the stars.....will we even be remembered, our history our glorious triumphs and catastrophic downfalls and how might things have been different if we had met Icarans in peace and not war?