[ WP ] Humanity is admitted to the Galactic Republic , however they have to meet one condition : to ban the production and distribution of music . Turns out humanity is the only species in the galaxy to create music , and its emotional affects are so potent it can incapacitate or entrance most species ' .

In the time since the joining, human progress has been growing at unprecedented rates. *The Galactic Republic* was eons ahead of our race in-terms of science and technology. They offered us a chance to be lifted, to enter into galactic society. 
 The price? To abandon our *Music*, our *Culture* and in many ways to abandon our very souls. We never realized the consequences, we never knew what we as humans would face in this new universe that has opened its doors wide. 
 
 They helped us expand, they helped us survive our initial days. They were our guides, our teachers, our protectors, our saviors. 
 
 They then proceeded to enforced their own rule, for our safety. 
 Food, lodging, employment, entertainment, everything was under their control. Nothing would pass without their sanction, the *human race* was peacefully enslaved. 
 Riot guards and drones with the ability to mute or silence vast areas were a standard means of policing us *Humans*. Compliance with the rules was non negotiable and the breaking of the rules was dealt with most mercilessly without exception. 
 
 The lies knew no end. 
 
 They curtailed our freedom, our imagination, our humanity and they expected us to sit quietly and take it. 
 
 But they were afraid, afraid of *Humans*. They were afraid of our *Music*. 
 
 50 years of oppression, 50 years of silence. The great taming of the human race was thought to have been accomplished, or so they thought. They never did know what it is to be human. 
 
 That night was deathly silent and not a soul stirred in *Horizon Prime*. 
 That night a single figure shrouded in darkness escapes the notice of the guards. They are lax in their duty pathetic vermin the lot. 
 That night the figure scaled the outer wall of the administrative wing and found his way to the control room. He found his way without the slightest hitch. 
 
 **CLICK** 
 
 The PA System crackles to life. 
 
 The sound of Beethoven's fifth resonates through the settlement. 
 It is a cry for freedom. 
 
 The monsters that would govern us, were stunned unable to understand, unable to think, they were vulnerable like a new born babe. 
 The music changed to *Death metal* of yesteryear, a near forgotten genre. 
 It wiped their minds leaving an empty shell. It left them soulless. 
 Humanity had won it's first victory. 
 Humanity was ready to step forth, with its Music as the greatest weapon imaginable. Only conquest remains. 
 
 **LONG LIVE THE HUMAN EMPIRE! **
