be. The rebuild of the lost cities of the planet was now underway, yet it was clear the emotional scars would not heal as fast as the physical ones. Humanity had gotten up after an immense beating and showed its collective fortitude in doing so as they continued on in life. They had built an extreme shield in which to fend off any other attacks, but behind their defenses they were still as afraid as they had been when the Husk had landed. There was much anger and hate built up towards anything alien; old habits and prejudices were difficult to let go. Now the planet was almost divided in its beliefs, and that division showed on how the rebuild progressed around the planet.
Europe, Asia, and Africa showed the most progress in the rebuild, and along with an influx of population from the west, these parts had grown into the more refined part of civilization. Old cities such as Rome, Paris, and Berlin were repaired of any damages and became new homes for many of the world’s displaced population. New lives were carved out in the defence industry and the new political scope; through the endearing nature of these people the Earth, was able to move forward towards a better future. Enhancements in technology were more prevalent here; gifts from the Empire to help bridge the gap of trust that still existed. It was here the tourism industry thrived; it was the Eastern world that reached out to embrace all the new things to be discovered with the partnership of the Lyarrans. Aside from Moscow, which was a desolate wasteland of death where nothing would grow or survive, the Eastern world was happy and thriving.
The remains of the continental United States, Central and South America were the opposite. Here, the full might of the Husk had been unleashed and almost sixty percent of the population had been decimated by the attacks. Here the line in the sand had been drawn and here the hate still burned white hot. The clean-up and rebuilding had been slower to proceed here; the crews of Lyarran workers had constant barrages of violence to impede any major progress. After time, the Lyarrans had given the task over to a newly trained crew of humans; but even these crews faced resistance and hatred. So the western shores of the Americas lay barren; cleared of the debris from the attack, but yet to be rebuilt in any way. Miles and miles of the coast were empty; reclaimed by the sand brought by the ocean waves. The East coast remained buried in rubble; only the dead had been removed, as the clean-up had been abandoned before any signs of progress could be made. Once proud cities like Philadelphia, Boston, and New York were left in shambles in comparison to their former glory. There was life here, but not of the quality of the Eastern World. Here the scars hadn’t healed one bit; here wounds stayed open and raw as if the Husk were still in full attack mode.
But not all of the west was bad; mid America thrived under advancements from the Lyarran partnership as farmland and research facilities grew and prospered. In the battles, many Husk corpses had been saved from the Ifierin purges and were now being studied in great detail. Cities grew and flourished here, a stark contrast to the former world that saw riches and success in the hands of those on the coasts. Though all this success and growth was happening, there still showed the shadows of resentment towards anything not human.
It was this division that fueled some of the political strife that slowed much of the advancements the planet sorely needed. Sara had hoped the Husk would galvanize the forever divided cultures of humanity - and for the most part it had - but there was still much work to be done to unify Earth as one voice amongst the stars. It was this constant that kept her worn down and forever tired; the planet needed her as a voice for all of them, united or not.
But it was not all good times coming from transforming the world to mesh with the Imperial ways; many things were slow