Wars are made by choices. By those who begin them. Those who fight them. And those who die for them.
The world is a dangerous and unforgiving place. Yet we must share it.
Too vast for any one people to possess. Too small for its peoples to escape one another.
Generations have fought, suffered, and died beneath countless banners for what they believed in. Kingdoms have risen. Empires have fallen. And the dreams of one age have become the forgotten tragedies of another.
This is a world of kindness and cruelty. Of wonders and horrors. Of dreams too precious to surrender, and hatreds too old to forget. Yet even in the darkest of times, there have been those who dared to dream of peace.
A peace their children might inherit.
And as another age draws to its close, the world dares to hope once more. That this time, it may endure.
Twelve habitats. Only one world.
The end begins now.