We hide in shadows. Our planet is dropped. We will be the last human beings, and we should go home.

Two thousand years ago, aliens destroyed Globe. Our fleets shattered. Billions died. The last human beings fled a burning planet, heading to the stars.

Today we are still refugees. Hungry. Afraid. Our foes hunt us everywhere.

So we hide. On faraway asteroids. In rundown space channels. In deep caves on freezing worlds. And we fantasy.

Of green hills. Blue skies. Golden fields. We imagine Earth.

And for the very first time, we have wish.

A few of us, just a handful of brave souls, form the Heirs of Earth. We are humans who stand tall. Who fight. Aliens give us a call terrorists. The human beings we save give us a call heroes. We’ve starships, weaponry, and warriors. We are able to bring humanity house.

Earth is much. We have not really seen her in lots of generations. But we’ve not forgotten. Earth is our traditions. Earth is normally our birthright. We will return!