Object 002-A is a spherical device constructed by an extinct extraterrestrial civilization.
Object 002-A is the progenitor of the Foxen race, and responsible for the elevation of life on Earth to sapience.
Object 002-B is a spacecraft within Area 002 that Object 002-A is contained within. Recovered logs from Object 002-B indicate that the crew of the ship was from a civilization that practiced a concept of "Uplifting" non-intelligent life in galaxies beyond their own.
Object 002-C is the complete unredacted history of the Foxen society, as written by a member of Object 002-B's crew, retroactively dubbed by the Thorian Reach as VIP-002-1
A collection of translated excerpts from Object 002-B follow:
Log 0143
Today we arrived at the target planet.
There was already life present on it, some bi-pedal proto avians, not anywhere near sapient though, there's no evidence of societies forming or any complex thinking beyond instinctual action.
Standard procedure recommends extermination, but I'd rather survey the entire planet to check for anything demonstrating some sort of protop-sapience before going all planetary sterilization.
Log 0144
WE FOUND SOMETHING!!!!!
While we were surveying the southern hemisphere, my Protoleanwent to get my attention that there was a ping on the psionic sensor. It was barely on the scale, but IT WAS THERE.
I'm honestly just happy that we can do this and go home, I'm tired of staring at a black void every time I get out of bed.
Log 2143
It feels like such a short time ago that we were ordered to stay with Prime as it develops. They're finally starting to form greater societies, empires that rise and fall, great works of art, all hallmarks of a great society. At long last, the Scarnan people will have a worthy enemy. Protolean Chalco needs me. I'll add another log when i'm done.
Log 2144
The Anti-Tachyon field generator is failing. I don't think we're going home.
Log 2149
Re-synching with the timestream is taking its toll on my body. I don't think I have long left.
To whomever finds this: prepare your people. I have attached all of my documentation of your history, along with my annotations to better inform you of what my people know of yours. They are coming. I don't know when, but eventually they will look for this ship, and they will find you. You will lose, but try to put up a good fight for my people's sake.
Abridged History of Earth and VIP-001 orientation, written by Baldar Llensin, Former VIP-001 as of your orientation
As you are certainly aware, the ruling body of our planet is the Thorian Reach Foundation. We are a spacefaring empire, spread throughout the galaxy, and across universes. Our capital was borne of a righteous bloodshed.
In the beginning, before the Thorian Reach Foundation, there were three nations controlling different portions of our planet. The first being the Empire of Thoria, our true progenitor, led by the steady hand of the master elder foxen race, the Empire of Thoria was once the Republic of Thoria, a weak democracy, allowing members of lower races into positions of power via elections, until finally the Elder Foxens took their rightful place as hegemons of a new order.
Obviously, as the proverbial light of the Elder Foxens shone across the nation, the vermin and undesirables of inferior blood scattered, taking refuge with the degenerate collectivists known as the Reach. The Reach were the confederation of our enemies, the worst den of criminals and impurities known to our planet. Our glorious leaders immediately, and rightfully, took this as a sign of war against the Foxen race.
Thorian crusaders cut swaths across the Reach's pitiful territories, snuffing out those of impure blood along the way. When the dust settled, Thoria reigned supreme, but the Reach had infiltrated our institutions. They were indoctrinating our children in our schools and universities, undermining our militaries with talks of diversity, controlling our banks and economics. Something had to be done.
And so began the Great Cleansing. Anyone suspected of being an adherent of Cultural Reachism was to be tried and executed on what is now known as the day of the rope.
Millions of patriots took to the streets, cleaning our nations hands of these Cultural Reachists, and the degenerates they harbored.
Finally, we were clean.
We were the frontrunners of our world, the only true superpower. Other nations knew to submit, or be subjected to a righteous fury that would burn through their people, clearing out the roots of degeneracy they held so dear.
Foundation chose to submit, bringing with them the remaining members of the Elder Foxen race, who were touched by the stars so many years ago.
Out of this alliance came the Crimson Council, named for both the pure and degenerate blood that fueled our race's apotheosis, and our people's grand expansion into the stars.
And that, my dear reader, is why we do what we do, to preserve the superiority of the Foxen race.
