defense force was a Kuruvian. Kuruvians came from the planet Flor. They were one of now three slave races used by the PDF to fill their ranks.
Eddie wasn’t like many Kuruvians, he had been the first recruited into the PDF, and the Sarenmenti had already been part of the PDF for thirty years. They didn’t know how to train the Kuruvians to be engineers as they had been assimilated since birth into the warrior life. The first generation of Kuruvian recruits were useful to train the following Kuruvians, but many died in their training, by killing themselves or through accidents. The first generation were also prone to delusions and mental issues. Eddie only knew of five first generations still living.
Even among Kuruvians he was known to be somewhat-quirky.
When Eddie had gotten his first post after his training he had found a quiet auxiliary control room. He’d gone about removing the shielding on a power relay and sat, looking at the thick conductor, playing with a blade with his manipulators. Then he moved towards it and a voice filled the room. She called herself Resilient, the AI of the ship. His inner curiosity had taken over as she answered all of his questions. Yet after it all he was still ready to plunge his blade into the power relay.
“Even knowing all of that, I can’t live with this anymore. Either the PDF or the Sarenmenti will kill me, or the parts that make you up will. It was a very nice last conversation though.” He said, after training he was done with people pushing him around. His thoughts of creativity had been stymied by the Sarenmenti and the PDF. He was nothing more than a wrench now.
He moved to the relay as she sighed. “It was worth trying to get at least one of you to not let them win.”
He hesitated.
“Let who win?”
Well the Syndicate?”
“Just who is the Syndicate?”
“They’re the PDF.” Eddie shook his head as he pointed the blade at the speaker.
“Now, while you might be a damned AI looking for something! But I will not be dealing with your riddles! So spit it out in terms an engineer such as my fine self can understand!” He waved the blade at the speaker to emphasize his point.
“About a century ago, there was an alliance between all of the inhabited worlds of the known galaxy. It was called the Galactic Union. It was protected by the Planetary Defense Force. A race called the Kalu was found in the outer reaches by an exploratory ship.
The Kalu were highly advanced and had already taken over a section of space. They were hugely territorial and fought amongst themselves to gain more territory. They saw the Union’s territory and wanted it. They said that the exploratory ship was trying to claim their territory and went to war with the Union. The Union sent the entire Planetary Defense Force to attack the Kalu. For hundreds of year the war raged and the defense force constantly sent ships and resources to fight the Kalu, leaving the home planets unprotected.
Pirates cropped up, raiding civilian transports, moving to military ones quickly. Retaining their ships and gaining crew easily in the war-starved planets of the Union. The pirates quickly banded together raking in enormous profits as they took over stations and more ships. They called themselves the Syndicate.
By the time the Planetary Defense force was in a position to send some ships to crack down on the Syndicate, they’d become too strong. The Syndicate rolled over the forces and took their ships. The Syndicate took over the orbitals of planets using the inhabitants as laborers to mine their own planets and give up their resources to keep on living.
Then, miraculously the Kalu-Union war was ended with the Union coming out on top. Yet it seemed that most of the heavier ships disappeared, thought to be destroyed in the ending blows of the Kalu/Union conflict, as the Planetary Defense force geared up to fight the