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Guess I should start with the events that led up to my dubiously untimely arrival on the human planet called Earth.

I was known as Tetrarch Dammek, one of four rebel leaders within the underground revolution of Alternia. My caste name was top secret, classified information known only by my moirail, Xefros. Yeah, alright, I was kind of a huge dick to him, but he was my closest friend at the time and I did care about him deeply. I wouldn't have put just anyone in that quadrant, especially considering my uneasy position in the Alternian social hierarchy, what with being a lowblood and a rebel leader in possession of various sources of treasonous information.

All that pressure and responsibility turned me into a bit of a paranoid whackjob, to be honest. I set up CCTV cameras all around my hive and Xefros's that I monitored closely as often as physically possible. I put myself and Xefros through some crazy stuff under the delusion that we were constantly in a state of peril and that anyone and everyone was out to kill us all the time. I enforced rigorous sleep training on both of us, only allowed Xefros to eat food that I felt could be trusted, and didn't let him go anywhere without telling me or taking me with him.

Although, I kind of assume that he probably managed to sneak out without my knowledge a handful of times. I kept a close eye on him, but it wasn't uncommon for me to get so wrapped up in my conspiratorial planning and research that I would clock out from the world around me for hours at a time. Besides, I know he probably hated it when I tagged along with him, seeing as I would always drag him through back alleys and inconvenient routes to get wherever it was we wanted to go.

All of this to say that I had a heap of shit riding on my shoulders night in and night out to keep up with the overwhelming conditions of organizing a rebellion and it didn't do great things for my mental health (not that that had ever been a major concern in Alternian culture; healthcare in and of itself was not only a privilege but such a cagey practice that even highbloods didn't trust their medicullers and tended to rely mostly on their own personal medicalizers instead, but I digress). I worked closely with the other three Tetrarchs on Alternia, but who were we kidding? We were all a bunch of pupae playing with weapons and technology we didn't fully understand in a race against time before we hit our Rites of Maturation and were forced off-planet, cutting off all communication with the inhabitants of Alternia.

We all came to the conclusion that our best bet of overthrowing the Alternian hierarchy was from the homeworld itself, since adult trolls who passed their trials were never seen or heard from again. None of us actually knew what happened after the Rites of Maturation, other than what the Empire told us to prepare for. Frankly, none of us were interested in finding out, either. Even if getting shipped off meant potentially recruiting more powerful comrades, we couldn't be sure, and that meant it wasn't worth the risk.

When I came into possession of the Cherub Portal, I was convinced that it was the means to our salvation as a species. I didn't really have a clue what it did, what it was for, or where it came from, but I could just feel something powerful and imminent about it, as if it were calling out to me to use it in some way. After some time spent studying its technology, I was able to create a battery to power it on. When I sent Xefros to insert that battery, I never expected that it would throw such a ginormous, fuck-faced wrench into all my hard work and diligent planning. I was whisked away from Alternia, my moirail, and the revolution entirely and planted in some dingy, unfamiliar hivehold in front of the ugliest fucking alien I had ever seen.

That ugly fucking alien happened to be named Jude Harley and, in spite of first impressions, he turned out to be my greatest ally and asset.

I'm bored of this and exhausted from trying to recall memories. I'll add more to this page later maybe.