Yari Ve'Rek

Yari Littin "Litti" Ve'Rek

Born in the small village of Ava'Tia roughly 580K years prior to the evacuation of Terakas she is responsible for the formation of the Avatian empire as well as the INSD Programme

"I was born to a matron and a painter. my father was actually the creator of the format of family mural you'll still find in many of our homes. But I was born to a matron, my youth was met with some worry, I was different. If I were not proclaimed as a "gift of god" (Sur'ri) by my matron mother would have had it her duty to have me killed as a defect. this is how I earned the name "Ya'Ri" in Keji, or "Of god" in English.

I detest that name now.

my youth is spent as all of our childrens were, we spent much time with our scribe, A teacher of sorts. until I am old enough to hunt, I become proficient at hunting in my youth and am honoured at the age of 35 cycles - 18.34 years of age. by replacing our villages scribe

all is well for several years.

As my mothers health declines and we are attacked by a neighboring village during "our weakness"

on this night I kill 26 sek with a spear, and earn my oldest title "Ve'Hada" Or black death.

soon after that I replaced my mother as matron, We expanded our village into the plains around the original mesa

I am foolish enough to play into the moniker Ve'Hada, my success bore from laying traps and singling off the invaders loses its truth, eventually culminating in my delusions of grandeur. stories twisting with time - those 26 lives taken at the tip of a shaking spear becoming a nation slew with the wave of my hand. I was so foolish.

this is my life for many years, many many years.

we became something like a city state, Buildings of rock and dirt are made, schooling is a profession rather than a chore - basically society progresses for many years.

a neighboring citystate, Ho'lek - the one we would again conquer in 4000 years or so comes through, They kill rape pillage... it is... awful....

I find myself captured. I am tortured, Eyes plucked, Arms pruned, Left in a cage too small to sit. This is my life for 626 years

That is until Brhol came at least, They believe the Surri to be "chosen" I am freed, Healed, and then placed in an advisory role for the state of Bhrol. My rescue headed by an old friend, an old love. My wife now; Hazen Ba'sil

This is my life until Rhos comes, Destroys Bhrol, But the religion of the Bhrol people seeps into Rhos over the next few hundred years. It is twisted and changed. The Sur'ri tasked as archivists use this instability to sew distrust. We tell one of the families lies of their right to throne and assist in their insurrection. We gain favor through our lies. 

We are granted my old home, Ava, Soon to become the Avatian empire, We maintain the status of Ally with Rhos for what must be a thousand years

I then travel for..... I do not know how long, but I cross the midlands. In doing so I came across old technology, what we now understand as a spaceport. I bring this finding back to my home country and we mount expedition after expedition. We learn so much in such a short time. Perhaps we should have tempered ourselves... No, If we did we would not be alive today, but Our home would have known more peace and our hands would not be so bloodied.

we learn how to feed billions

and then the surri again expand the empire, using tensions with Rhos to create a world encompassing conflict

we succeed in this, the Avatian empire takes the world.

technology expands, our population climbs to 22 billion

and we become aware of our soon to come fate

the INSD project is started, Vishka was lost in a matter of years, the last signal received placed it well above the galactic accretion disk

we then launch the Rama, headed towards the galactic core. 

everything goes well, We launch the Narmu, 12 years after launch we receive our last word from Terakas, 240 years later we receive our last word from Rama, though its heart still beats.