~ 1: Cold September


~With every start, there must be an end; and with every end, comes a new beginning. Our story starts back in the year of 2020. A year in which most had predicted to be rather mundane like the the several ones before it. A cold September morning, however, brought the biggest turn-of-events to happen in the history of man kind.
First contact.
A little phrase used to describe when the human race encounters their first intelligent alien breed; or simply put, when this other race encounters them.

Their ship landed at 12:01 am on September 9th, 2020. This was in all reality, the day for the first time, the Earth, all as one, stood still. English the beings spoke in perfect tongue. It was as well their native language. Their civilization flooded the planet in astonishing numbers, their odd pastel colored hair and eyes distinguishing them from the humans. As an offering for residence, this new race brought their technology as a gift to man. The people of Earth soon found them to be a good half a thousand years more advanced in technology than they were during their time, so a treaty was signed, and the race was named. The beings, now titled Cosmic Emigre, settled upon Earth and within the following 10 years the planets they expanded to and colonized.

Now, fast forward to the year of 2045. The Cosmic Emigre hold a United Galactic National meeting regarding the inhumane testing that has enveloped their people for the previous 10 years. Almost every country in the world was found guilty of actions many related to the testing following under the rule of Hitler in World War II. Mutating Humans into Cosmos, Cosmos into Humans, testing weaponry on the beings, combining Cosmo genome with that of Earth animals, it was all very grotesque. Yet at the same time, the Cosmo's attempt at stopping this horrible technology innovation caused countries to grow weary of their species. Eventually, suspicion arose of Cosmic Emigre conspiracy. Word spread through governments around the galaxies that the Cosmos were going to attempt a Universal Coup D'etat, even though such word was not true, not a soul would believe otherwise. The Humans had messed up, but the Cosmos took the hit.

The people belonging to the race of Cosmic Beings found them self shunned all the way from the Milky Way to the Orion Provinces which were millions of light years away. Slavery, a horrid travesty once abolished, was put back into effect as long is was to harness people of the Cosmic Emigre. Governments grouped the Cosmos, put them into concentration camps, allowed the testing to continue.   For the longest time, people of the Cosmic origin believed nothing would change and they were doomed to a life of complete solitude and torture. But that memory soon subsided as the year of 2083 happened upon the universe.

Another cold September morning plagued Earth once more, the time again was 12:01 am, as instead of the 9th it was the 11th, and instead of achieving contact with another race, I was born from a Mother I never knew, fathered by a man I don't remember and hardly consider as much. By the age of 2, I was adopted by an Asian-American man named Hikaru Rae Takeshi, and his soon-to-be wife, Carmine Li Moss. I lived my childhood isolated from the real world, thinking everyone was happy and everyone was fine, but most of all, believing I was human. My hair, since birth, was two-toned naturally. Chlorine blond with cyan blue in the bangs and blended into the underneaths and lower layers. Then my eyes, were a stark electric blue with navy blue pupils broadcasting a slash through each center: A quality that had as well distinguished the Cosmic from the Human. Something I did not no, nor was allowed to know.

For soon, the year of 2091 arrives. My Father Hikaru Takeshi, is the first democratically elected King of a newly formed country, only on the map since 2025, titled Royal America. The North American country's boarders ran from old Central U.S.A to the East Coast and Caribbean Islands and was ran in the form of ancient Monarchy. A new statute, that of Cosmic freedom, was put into practice by the United Nations of Earth. All of State and Royal America, then that with European and select Asian majority, allowed the Cosmic Race rights, and eliminated slavery from legal. However the rest of the galaxy did not seem to agree with my Father, or the U.N.E for that matter, and a lot of Earth didn't either, so racism did not disappear in the slightest, and the Cosmos were still hated by the masses.

Now it was the first month of 2094, and the Mars Canyon expedition reveals a race of half-dead aliens concealed in the canals in the Martian surface. Once taken back to Earth and tested, it is found through micro-chip the massive sized lifeforms can be controlled as if a mere game console. The Royal and United American Navy, has a new idea for the ultimate super soldier. The aliens, named Gambit and sorted into 4 groups as the MCR-1, MCR-2, 3 and 4, are scaled from 1 being the largest and 4 the smallest. Each group was set to do separate things. The higher the number the littler the task, such as cleaning up litter and filtering water, or a defense in case of nuclear attack. But the MCR-1, brought on a whole new form of defense. The MCR-1 was the largest and most human like of the Gambits, unlike it's blob shaped relatives, and was platted with armor and fit with a cock-pit. Soon, they were piloted and used as the modern-day killing mechanism. It was the most brutal weapon anyone had seen since the nuclear bomb, and all in all looked like some giant robot out of a science fiction movie.

Then soon enough, after 5 years of fighting with the MCR-1's, it was time for the year of 2099. Early August this time it was, and without recognition from the residents, a group of North Korean spies snuck their way into the White House where the Royal American family, including myself as 1st Princess, resided. On that fateful night, my father Hikaru, was shot and killed in our ball room. My Mother had passed when I was 14, so on August 11th I was left an Orphan. The country was without-a-doubt in shock. The following month was that of grieving for the family and people alike. Then on my birthday, September 11th, a funeral took place in Tokyo, Japan out of consideration for my Father's family who lived there. It brought all of America and Japan closer together as allies, but as I made my way down the red aisle to place the final rose on my father's coffin, a bullet hit me in the forehead and in the stomach. This day, my birthday, my Father's funeral, was the day the same North Korean spies attempted to assassinate me. When the bullet hit me, I hit the floor, and my name hit the headline of every news broadcast in the galaxy. This may not be the day the whole story started, but I believe this was the day my story really began. Many thought it to be my end, but many did not now, this was only the beginning.