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|Posted - 2008.01.19 04:25:00 -
Edited by: Securitas Protector on 19/01/2008 04:28:15
White Cloak gazed out the window, into the depths of space. His face, covered to hide his identity by a one-way screen, smiled. Below him lay a beautiful, ice-covered planet; pristine. From his fingers dangled a small collection of puppets, and from time to time he would move one of them in a certain direction. The puppets bumped together, and one fell to the metal deckplates. His lips curved farther upwards. Just then, he heard a small, polite cough behind him. tMay I join you, sir?v came the intimidated question.
tCertainly. I trust that the convoy will be arriving soon?v
tYes, my lord. The attack will go as planned.v
White Cloak smiled again, but this time it was cut off with a grimace.
tHow much of the Noxcium vein remains?v
The attendant mirrored his master's expression. tAnother few billion cubic meters. It might last through next year.v
tHmmmm. Bring up the feed of the attack on the convoy.v
The servant tapped a few keys, the lights dimmed, and a holographic image of space appeared in the center of the room. A massive Amarrian freighter, piloted by ORE members, of course, heaved its way through space. Its gold exterior glinted in the weak sunlight. 3, 2, 1, now, he thought. Mere kilometers away from the massive ship, space began to distort and churn. Then, seemingly from nowhere, Guristas and Serpentis ships materialized, immediately targeting the convoy. Of course, those are ORE pilots too. An image of the freighter pilot came onscreen. His face was twisted in an expression of fear. All fake, of course. The puppets knocked against each other softly.
Within seconds, the freighter's armor was nearly gone, and the escort ships were nowhere to be seen. The thick armor sloughed away in rivers that instantly flash-froze mere moments later. With a mighty explosion, cargo of all shapes and sizes flew away. A few choice pieces were retrieved by the fake pirates, and then they were gone.
The plan is going perfectly.
White Cloak turned to his servant. tTell the pilots to bring those parts to the manufacturing array immediately! Begin construction on the project.v
tYes, my lord.v
Caldari Delegate Thyris smiled gently at his Amarrian counterpart. tAs I'm sure you know, of course,v he said in passing, tGod doesn't really exist.v
The Amarrian's eyes bulged. tIt's probably just a fabrication that you use to keep the population in line,v Thyris said softly. Now the Amarrian diplomat turned a deep shade of red; almost bordering on purple. tHe will punish you for this blasphemy!v
The Caldarian delegate's smile widened. tI'm sure he would. If he existed.v Now the righteous believer stood up. tTake those words back, or it will be war!v
Thyris stood up. tBring it on,v he said with an ever-larger smile.
Bring it on.
tRouse the Golden Fleet immediately! I want every purist who can fight ready for the heretic onslaught. We will purge the depths of space of these 'mega corporations.' They roll in blood money, extorted from all the rest of the deserving souls. The fact that they possess so much, and the poor possess so little is a testament to their crimes.v
Priest Termine Uin spoke loudly as he readied the fleet for battle. All around the station and on literally hundreds of thousands of ships in Amarr space, crew-members woke from cryogenically assisted sleep. Capsule pilots woke in their gel-filled pods, a cleansing fire emerging deep in their souls. The Golden Fleet was awakening; the hand of the Lord himself, and it would not rest until every heretic had been burned at the stake.
Or, at least, forced to die screaming soundlessly in the depths of space, Uin thought rather dryly as he watched a stately Abbadon cruise by outside the viewport, followed by it's attendant fleet of cruisers, destroyers, and frigate gunboats. He felt a flush of pride, thinking of the metres thick armor and the pure energy of the lasers it carried. It is a fitting chariot of war.
tFather, your vessel is ready.v
|Posted - 2008.01.19 04:27:00 -
Edited by: Securitas Protector on 19/01/2008 04:28:30
Termine followed his attendant at nearly a run through the pale yellow halls of the space station. tMy lord,v the Minmatar servant said, voice thick with emotion, tthe Avatar.v Kilometers from one end to the other, it seemed the very manifestation of the Lord himself. It was His divine fury given shape and form. Uin bowed to the vessel. tAllow me, Lord, to enter thy sanctuary on this plane. I do so in your name and I will use this weapon you have so kindly provided to cleanse our universe of disbelievers. Amen.v And with that, the Golden Fleet ignited it's blue engines, and entered the chaos of warp.
Many light-years away, on a remote part of the outer ring, White Cloak began to smile. tIt has begun already. It simply took a few meager words, and now the entire universe has been set on an irrevocable path. My path.v
Feel free to critique and praise. More coming.
|Posted - 2008.01.20 08:15:00 -
Edited by: Securitas Protector on 20/01/2008 08:16:19
The executives of ORE shifted slightly. One of them raised his hand. White Cloak gestured slightly. tYes?v
tWe know the Noxcium asteroid is running dry, and we know your plan to bring about new riches. I do have a question, however.v
tAsk away,v White Cloak said dryly.
tDo we have a fleet, a navy, or something to the end of actually conquering the universe?v
White Cloak pondered his answer for a moment; his thoughtful expression hidden by his facial cover. tNo, nor do we need one. The existing pirates, CONCORD, and Empire forces will do our work for us, whether they realize it or not.v
Another executive board member twitched before raising his hand. tWhat about the recent attacks on our convoys? Expensive and very valuable parts and cargo have been stolen. How does this affect our plans.v
Now White Cloak smiled broadly. tNot at all. Those attacks were orchestrated by me. I obtained some Guristas and Serpentis ships and put ORE pilots in them. The Titan and Dreadnought parts are now ours. Fleet construction is happening as we speak.v
Almost universally, the facial expressions of the executive officers shifted from an awe for White Cloak to a burning, helpless anger. tWhy didn't you tell us you were doing this! Are we not deserving of your plans?v
White Cloak chuckled; an out-of-place sound in a conference room. tForgive me, comrades,v he said, watching their body language shift to relaxation and relief, tI am too used to working alone. Fear not, however, we shall soon be the richest men in the universe.v
Ambassador Thyris sat back in his luxurious Gallente shuttle as he hurtled away from the station. He had shed his Caldari clothing and had now slid into the more sinuous, less conservative Gallentean clothing. ORE had paid him well; and all he had to do was insult an Amarrian delegate.
I would have paid to do that, much less have asked for money. Life is just too good.
tWarp drive active.v
Secure in the information that another 2 billion credits had been sent to his account, he decided to take a nap until he had reached Federation space.
Just two more wars to start, and then I can live a life of plenty.
Caldari State Command, or CSC as it was more commonly called, was a hive of activity. Officers in drab but efficient clothing hurried in all directions, trying and succeeding to look and be busy. Admiral Jas'ne oversaw it all. As the Supreme Commander of all Caldari militaries, she was responsible for every soldier and pilot in the State. Not betraying her surprise as a rather low-ranking aide ran in, she looked at him sternly.
tCan I help you?v What are you doing here?
tAdmiral, admiral, something terrible has happened!v
tYes, what is it?v Spit it out already! Jas'ne caught herself thinking that it was probably some problem with paperwork.
tThe Amarrian Empire has declared war on us. I've already asked for a truce, so we can negotiate, but they said that they would not back down! We must rally the corporation forces immediately.v
Jas'ne gripped her desk, not worrying about the state of the antique wood; her mind worked at furious speeds. tDid they say what the problem was?v
The aide shuffled his papers before nervously glancing at one of them.
tYes. Apparently one of our ambassadors insulted the Amarrian delegate, challenged their belief system, a-and declared intentions of war!v
The admiral gripped her desk even harder, scoring marks across its surface. tWhere, precisely,v she asked in a shaky voice, tis this ambassador?v
The man's eyes fell, and his entire body slumped. tWe-we don't know, Admiral. He vanished shortly after.v
Jas'ne leaned back in her chair, thoughts whirling through her head. War again. The Gallente war didn't go so well last time. Now another? What has the universe come to.
Finally reaching a decision, her manicured hand moved forwards and pressed a hidden button. War had come to her beloved State, and she would answer in kind.
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