Today we remember a community lost.
We remember those who woke from their beds but would not return to them. We remember those who tended their crops but would not reap them. We remember those who had dreams and aspirations but would not achieve them.
Reschard V was once a fertile world, lush with life, a green jewel nestled away in low-security Placid. Millions of people called it their home. They had built a successful agrarian society they were proud of, and had lived peacefully for generations without the need of any military.