Two body problem

The Second Sovereignty War had left the galaxy in ruins. 

Once-thriving planets were reduced to ash, their civilizations obliterated in the crossfire of empires vying for dominance. The human civilization of the First Aeon, as it came to be called, was nearly wiped out. Only a fraction of the population survived—Less than .01 percent, scattered across the stars like embers clinging to life in a dying fire. 

Among the remnants of humanity, one world stood as a fragile beacon of hope: Oasis.

Oasis had not always been a planet. Once, it was a moon orbiting a supergiant planet, a jewel in the crown of a vast and ancient system. But the war changed everything. The cataclysmic forces unleashed during the final battles had ripped Oasis from its orbit, hurling it into the void. By some miracle—or perhaps some cruel twist of fate—it was caught in the gravitational pull of a nearby solar system, a system dominated by two massive yellow giants. The survivors, those few who had managed to escape the destruction, found themselves on a world that was both a sanctuary and a prison.

The new solar system was a place of extremes. The twin stars loomed large in the sky, their light bathing Oasis in a perpetual golden glow. But this beauty came at a cost. The planet's orbit was unstable, caught in the tug-of-war between the two stars. The inhabitants of Oasis faced a myriad of challenges, each more daunting than the last.

Eternal daylight was the first and most obvious problem. 

The twin stars ensured that night was a rarity, a fleeting moment that occurred only during the brief eclipses when one star passed in front of the other. These eclipses were unpredictable, their timing and duration governed by the chaotic dance of the stars. For the people of Oasis, the concept of a regular day-night cycle became a distant memory. They lived in a world of constant light, where the shadows were short and the heat was relentless.

The erratic seasons were another challenge. The planet's orbit, influenced by the competing gravitational forces of the two stars, was highly irregular. One decade might bring scorching heat, the air thick with the smell of burning vegetation. The next might plunge Oasis into a deep freeze, the ground cracking under the weight of ice and snow. There was no predictability, no way to prepare for what was coming. The people of Oasis learned to adapt, to build shelters that could withstand both extreme heat and bitter cold, to store food and water for the lean times that were sure to come.

But the greatest threat came from within. 

The constant gravitational tugging of the twin stars kept Oasis's interior molten, its core churning with volcanic activity. The ground shook regularly, and the skies were often filled with ash and smoke. Tectonic shifts were common, reshaping the landscape in ways that were both beautiful and terrifying. Mountains rose and fell in the span of a generation, rivers changed course overnight, and new islands emerged from the seas only to vanish just as quickly.

For the survivors, life on Oasis was a constant struggle. They had escaped the war, but they had traded one form of destruction for another. Yet, amidst the chaos, there was hope. The people of Oasis were resilient, their spirits unbroken by the trials they faced. They had survived the end of one world, and they were determined to build a new one.

They called themselves the Children of Oasis, a name that reflected their connection to the planet that had become their home. They built their cities in the shadow of volcanoes, their homes designed to withstand the tremors that shook the ground. They developed new technologies to harness the energy of the twin stars, using it to power their homes and grow their food. They created a new culture, one that celebrated their resilience and their determination to survive.

But even as they adapted to their new world, the people of Oasis could not forget the past. They told stories of the First Aeon, of the civilizations that had once thrived among the stars. They dreamed of a future where they might once again take to the skies, to explore the galaxy and reclaim their place among the stars.

For now, though, they focused on survival. The twin stars loomed large in the sky, a constant reminder of the challenges they faced. But the people of Oasis were not afraid. They had faced the end of the world and emerged stronger for it. And as long as they had each other, they knew they could face whatever the stars threw at them.

The Second Revolution—known as the "Restart"—had given humanity another chance. After the chaos of the Second Sovereignty War, the survivors on Oasis had rebuilt their civilization from the ashes. Over the course of half a millennium, they clawed their way back from the brink of extinction.

The Children of Oasis, as they called themselves, had endured the planet's erratic climate, its volcanic fury, and the relentless pull of the twin stars. They had adapted, evolved, and thrived. By the time the Third Sovereignty War loomed on the horizon, they were on the cusp of a new era: the industrial age.

The signs of progress were everywhere. Steam-powered machines chugged across the landscape, their pistons hissing and gears grinding. Factories rose from the ground, their chimneys belching smoke into the golden-hued sky. The cities of Oasis, once small and scattered, had grown into sprawling metropolises, their streets bustling with life. The people had begun to dream again—not just of survival, but of exploration, innovation, and a future among the stars.

But the universe, it seemed, had other plans.

The Third Sovereignty War erupted without warning. It was not a war fought with armies or fleets, but with something far more insidious: the Sovereigns themselves. These ancient, godlike beings, remnants of a time long forgotten, wielded power beyond comprehension.

Their battles were not fought with weapons, but with raw, unfiltered energy—ether, the lifeblood of the cosmos. And when the Sovereigns clashed, the consequences were catastrophic.

Ether, in its pure form, was both a blessing and a curse. It could fuel civilizations, heal wounds, and power machines. But when unleashed irrationally, as it was during the war, it became a force of destruction. The ether emissions from the Sovereigns' battles swept across the galaxy like a tidal wave, obliterating everything in their path. Planets were reduced to dust, stars were snuffed out, and entire civilizations were wiped from existence.

Oasis, despite its resilience, was not spared. The ether wave reached the planet just as its people were on the brink of modernity. The cities that had taken centuries to build were vaporized in an instant. The factories, the machines, the dreams of a brighter future—all of it was gone. The Children of Oasis, who had endured so much, found themselves facing extinction once more.

But then, something extraordinary happened.

As the ether wave approached Oasis, two figures appeared in the sky. They were not human, nor were they Sovereigns. They were something else entirely—beings of light and shadow, their forms shifting and shimmering like mirages. One radiated a sense of calm and order, her presence soothing even as it commanded respect. The other exuded an air of inevitability, his gaze piercing and unyielding. They were the Angel of Justice and the Angel of Death.

The Angel of Justice raised her hand, and a barrier of pure light erupted from the ground, shielding the planet from the ether wave. The energy crashed against the barrier, sending ripples across its surface, but it held firm. Behind her, the Angel of Death stood silently, his presence a reminder of the fragility of life. Together, they formed an impenetrable defense, protecting Oasis from the destruction that had claimed so many other worlds.

For a moment, it seemed as though the planet had been saved. The people of Oasis, those who had survived the initial onslaught, looked to the sky in awe and gratitude. But then, something even more astonishing occurred.

Behind the two angels, one of the twin stars—the larger of the two—began to flicker. Its light dimmed, then winked out entirely, as though it had been snuffed out like a candle.

The sky, once dominated by the golden glow of the twin stars, was now illuminated by only one. The disappearance of the star sent shockwaves through the solar system, its gravitational pull vanishing in an instant. Oasis, already unstable, was thrown into chaos once more.

At least now the children of oasis will be at a peaceful constant revolution.

The Angel of Justice and the Angel of Death exchanged a glance, their expressions unreadable.

They had saved Oasis from the ether wave, but at what cost? The disappearance of the star was a mystery, one that even they could not fully comprehend. And as they vanished from the sky, leaving the planet to its fate, the people of Oasis were left to wonder: had they been saved, or had they merely been granted a temporary reprieve?

The Third Sovereignty War had come and gone, leaving destruction in its wake. But Oasis, the fragile world caught between two stars, had endured.

Its people, battered but unbroken, would once again rise from the ashes. And as they looked to the sky, now dominated by a single star, they knew that their story was far from over.

The angels had saved them, but the future of Oasis—and of humanity—remained uncertain.