The Doom Falcon was built to carry a people beyond the death of their world.
It became the first world they buried.
Created upon Old Earth, the vessel belonged to the Moonar Collective: defectors, lawmakers, survivors and dissenters who refused to perish with the collapsing civilization around them. They would later be remembered among the first Deviants—not because they lacked principles, but because they chose to deviate from an empire that had forgotten its own.
The Doom Falcon was never merely a ship.
It was an ark intended to preserve humanity against extinction.
It was a colony vessel carrying those who might begin again.
It was a warship armed with the weapons of the civilization it fled.
It was an archive containing knowledge, fragments of law and the recorded memory of Earth.
Within its chambers, humanity preserved both what it cherished and what it feared losing. Libraries rested beside arsenals. Civic records traveled beside instruments of war. The vessel carried evidence of human greatness, but also the inheritance of everything humanity had failed to overcome.
The Doom Falcon carried no innocent civilization.
It carried an unfinished one.
Its passage did not end upon a promised shore.
Catastrophe erupted within the vessel as it entered the world that would become known as the Hearthlands. A nuclear detonation tore through distant sections of the ark. The surrounding ocean contained much of its destructive force, but the Doom Falcon was wounded beyond recovery.
Then came Abalus.
The ancient leviathan seized the dying vessel and dragged it beneath the tides. In doing so, Abalus shielded what remained within its deepest chambers and buried the Doom Falcon beneath the sea.
The leviathan died with the ark.
Its halls became sepulchres.
Its archives became hauntings.
Its preserved memories became ghosts moving through a civilization that no longer knew whether it was a refuge or a tomb.
Yet humanity did not entirely perish beneath those waters.
Survivors emerged into the Hearthlands carrying memories of Earth, fragments of its laws, its weapons, its divisions and its sorrow.
They possessed history.
They did not possess a home.
The people of Holme would later preserve the meaning of that passage in three remembrances:
Earth was our birthplace.
The Doom Falcon was our refuge and tomb.
But Holme became our home.
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