The Samilien Uprising

“Do not mistake them for pandas” — Traveler Nick’s last words

Way before Nova ceased to exist on that terrible day and that tragic accident involving Commander Peep, there was a place where their people went to spend their vacations. Long days at one of their paradisiac beaches, romantic sunsets and crazy nights spiced by piña coladas were common at Samora.

The world was peaceful on its way, as Nova’s Senate used to maintain a level of control. Visitors were often served by the gentle natives: samiliens. They looked very much like pandas, but much smarter and certainly stronger.

After the incident, the lack of Nova’s order made things chaotic. For a while, Samora was a haven for those who had lost their homes. It was no longer a place to rest, but a brand new start.

The samiliens started low, taking business here and there. They found profit among the refugees’ need for a place to stay and food. Slowly and united, they bought and started to own most of the housing complexes in Samora.

A new Senate under the refugees’ control was composed, and in no time a new industry was born. Tall buildings rose up to the clouds, and the production of trinkets and machinery replaced many of the old bamboo sheds.

It did not take long until Samora became an official member of the Commercial Chamber and many ships from the Union started to fill its skies. The newly acquired riches came with a price, though.

The Senate was more corrupt than not. Industries did not care about their workers well being, and crime rates started to rise. During those confusing times, the samiliens found a path to their own growth.

After the Fall of Nova completed one hundred years, the Samilien Mob already controlled half of the city. Whoever had different thoughts or lacked money to pay their debts was judged by their own laws. Many people started to work for them: not from pure will, but because they were enslaved.

Two years later, the Senate fell under their uprising. The samiliens invaded the beautiful Nova-inspired building and killed or enslaved all of the senators. After that, the Prime Minister bent the knee, promising to service their needs, since it was THEIR world. Everything was televised, and the warning was clear: “Do not mess with us.”

Ever since that day, Samora is ruled by the samiliens. They are ruthless with anyone who doesn’t obey them. Humans are seen as weak and simple workforce, and most of those who aren’t enslaved by debts get low paychecks.

Of course there are those who are “blessed”: the rich humans. More often than not corrupt, working at one of the samiliens’ many dubious activities or factories. There are also those who secretly work to take back the control, but that’s a secret that I am not going to disclosure any further, for their own protection.

Still, if you never been in Samora, you should definitely visit it. Stay at one of their five stars resorts, enjoy a deep dive under the crystalline waters of the Coraline Island, and look at amazing marine life! Also don’t forget to grab that piña collada at the night party on the beach, or you might regret it!

Everything that was written about the samiliens hostile behavior is obviously a lie, and this ad was not paid by them, of course.