"Don't ignore it, you know they are there. . ."
StoryMillenniums ago, and many light years away, an undiscovered solar system laid, the oldest of all. Xion, the largest planet, held a civilization that was looked upon as the leader. The race upon it was full of super beings with few lacking the extraordinary powers, but they were also known as the scientists of the world creating things that would be seem to be impossible to the primatial race of Earth. Everything was peaceful with the environment healthy, citizens free from fear, and the race growing in both skill and numbers. Under the peace, the decay of paranoia and hate spread with every child born of any planet.
While Xion, Flarin, Arraz, Plasnite, and Larep wasn't in any hopes or desires of war, Ixaz was. The second largest planet held beings similar to the Xions, but with the hunger for war. The hunger for bloodshed and expansion ran deep into their veins from birth. While their technology wasn't as advanced, their power of military forces was enough to tear apart any planet. With this combination of greed and strength, it was only a matter of time before the starting destruction would begin. That time was Febuary 21.
No one had a warning as the Ixazans went after planet after planet. As they begun their destruction towards the sun, races fell to their deaths with not a single surviver. The solar system was lit in a bright blaze of fire with the color of blood painting the once beautiful planets. Xions prepared their arms for battle while their mechanical creatures rose from forgotten existence for the survival of the planet. This rich planet was the last to fall. Not in vein hopefully.
As a last effort for their race to survive, five infants and five adults fled to a ship fleeing the destruction of their loved planet. The once five civilians have been entrusted with the most important rule to raise the survivors of the race. While the Xions escaped, Ixazans fallowed with their own children to spread their desires through exsistant with the Earth destined to become the battle arena as these beings grow and soon will fight. Only, none of the Xion children are aware of this.
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After seventeen years of being on Earth, the nonaging Xion protectors have kept their distance. Unlike the Ixazans, they don't want their only kin to grow up warriors, if anything, hopefully survive to become normal children. Only, after the first century of surviving, into the second one, it might be inevitable to revel the past, but that could wait. These five adults formed together known as The Stalkers, a simple name to them to keep them inside an affiliation and not as homesick while the orphans just grew up like any others.
The Ixazan children grew up with their five as parents, and mentors. They were well aware of everything happening at every moment, but hiding just like the Xions out of prying eyes. After the discovery of the darker side of Earth, they made their home and comforting with dancers, prostitutes, alcohol, and gambling becoming the most known mafia hiding in plain sight known as the "Aces". Victorian Britain laid at their feet with what ever they wanted at their hands with the Xion technology at their disposal.
Victorian Britain lays inside the spider web as they grow from the Ixazan's presence adding their own style to the fine machinery as fight becomes achievable, hyper-advanced machinery changes the faces of their past technology, and their war machines fill the sky keeping the island country in check.
With the impossible innocents of their destruction becoming evident from the spread of the Xion technology, The Stalkers slowly show themselves to their children they were given to look after knowing it wouldn't be long before they were sought out and destroyed. One by one, they would have be showed into existence before the Ixazan's find them and doom the last of their kind.
". . . but why is the question, isn't it?"
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