Before we entered space, the evolutionists taught that life on other worlds would have different genetic codes then we did. The animals and plants would be incompatible with Terran life. But on Novaya Rodina, like every other world we’ve colonized, we found instead that the underlying genetic code of the local life is nearly identical to Terra. We can eat them, and they can eat us. They may appear different, but life as we know it is related at a genetic level.
The British governors shut down the local Colonial governments. They silenced newspapers and took over private homes for British soldiers to live in. They arrested Colonists and shipped them to England for trial. They banned the importation of weapons and levied new taxes. Even my family began running into economic problems. In the end, the British tried to confiscate Colonial guns and kill President John Hancock of the outlawed Continental Congress.
I’ve been to Persia a few times. It’s one of those really old places. Well, all places are really old, but Persia’s been held by a serious civilization for thousands of years. Means their cities are some of the oldest on Earth. Real good places to search for information about our past. You’d be amazed what you can find when you start looking. Persia is one of the places we still do. We’re always finding something new. Well…old. Whatever.
Novaya Rodina was only the second major world we colonized without a moon, after Venus. Both worlds have small asteroids orbiting their star in company with them, but these are nowhere near large enough to be considered moons. Because of this, Novaya lacks the daily tides of Earth. The local animal and plant life are adapted to that kind of world, making them distinctly different to Earth species in many ways.
I am the mind of Normandy. She is an old ship, part of the first generation of gravtech carriers the Republic of California built after Contact. They retired her long ago, after more capable designs eclipsed her capabilities. I got her during The War, after Malcolm and I found her rusting away. Not that ships rust in space of course. I just like the poetic nature of the word. She’s better now. The Peloran saw to that. She’s a good body to have.