My name is Laseth.
It is the 84th year since the coming of the Tyeel.
I write from Logh Vohei.
I was born in what is now known as the Western Sector. Until
the Tyeel came, we were a simple people. Fishermen. Our
fishing villages spawned all acroos the great Talimari seas.
The Ro Gawat civilization, as we later called ourselves,
slowly advanced through the ages. We started building
cities, expanding further north. We learned how to build
bigger ships, better wagons, sturdier roads. Our people
chose a path of learning and exploration.
And then the Tyeel came.
I remember the night of horror as we watched the blazing
skies, I can still see the green balls of light as they
struck our village.
Then came the soldiers. The Tyeel were vicious, stopping at
nothing in order to take our lands. They were many and we
were weak. It is they who have taken us to this age, of our
destruction - with thier technology, we were stunned and
overwhelmed. From them we learned of such awsome powers as
partical weapons, radiation machines, and scorth torches.
Oh, the wonders my people have grown to know and resent -
everything about the Tyeel technology frightened us and
scard us. Even thier computers, shinny and intimidating in
thier hum were a mystery to my people.
It was in the 7th year when the Mahagath struck. By a power
unknown to us or the Tyeel the planet ragged. Volcanoes
erupted, earthquakes shattered the earths, great floods and
fires following. Our atmosphere changed, at first water
raised all around our world, temperatures became erratic,
extreme highs and extreme lows. We were desperate, dying.
The Tyeel could not leave our planet nor get help. We could
never figure out the reason for that, nor did we care. As
soon as we realised they were stranded, the Great War begun.
We stole and mastered any of thier technologies we could put
our hands on. We hid in the mountains, in the forrests, in
the swamps, at sea. Eventually virtually the entire Ro Gavat
people turned against the Tyeel. In the 16th year, it was
declared the Tyeel were no longer on our lands.
But the damage was done.
Our planet lay shattered. Not much more than swamplands,
burnt forrests and radiated areas remained. The atmosphere
was left poluted, the air almost unsafe to breath.

I write from Logh Vohei.
I write from Logh Vohei.
I write from Logh Vohei.

We have been starnded here for the past 46 years. This is
our last remaining safe haven. The radiation and pollution
still prevents us from leaving. Although we have a great
deal of the Tyeel's technology now, and though we mastered
the skills of controlling it, the energy our computers so
much depend on is all but depleted. We have no way of
replenishing our supply. Without energy we won't be able to
filter clean air, or use the Tyeel machines that use the
radiation. Without energy, we will die.
I write from Logh Vohei.
My name is Laseth.
It is the 84th year since the coming of the Tyeel...