11-11-2003, 15:54
"So God drove out the man; and he placed at the east of the garden of Eden Cherubims, and a flaming sword which turned every way, to keep the way of the tree of life." -Genesis 3:24
Some things are best forgotten, others should be remembered...
Either way, memory lives long but the body dies... sometimes, the memory can take on new forms or twist the old...
Fifteen Thousand Years Ago, Antares VII
A tundra. Large beasts trundle across the plain, foraging on the abundant grasses. A group of birds descend from the sky, kill one of the beasts with spears, and pick at its carcass.
These are the ancestors of what is to be...
Three Thousand Years Ago, Antares VII
It's the same tundra, only a huge city now takes most of the area up. The birds swoop around the city from the doors up high and low. The buildings are primarily cylindrical. If a radio transmitter was placed, almost any frequency would pick up a high-pitched chatter of language coming from the city.
The Capital of the Yet Hwee. They were proud, but pride has its cost...
Several ships swoop down from the sky and obliterate the city with disintigration rays. The ships are cubelike with a number of seemingly random fins prodruding everywhere.
They offended one too many other species. Only a colony on Antares VIIB survived the onslaught...
A desolate, lunar landscape. A number of high domes containing circular structures with Yet Hwee inside.
Present Day, Antares VIIB
-- Director?
-- Come in, Archcolonel.
-- Are we sure they're gone?
-- Of course. Would I lie to you?
-- So should we prepare, then?
The Director ruffles his feathers, a sarcastically affirmative gesture.
-- Right then. Body dies but mind persists!
-- Body dies but mind persists, Archcolonel. Dismissed.
A large number of small star schooners lift off from pads all around the base. They begin the descend to the surface of the tundra world.
Today, revenge is sworn...
Some things are best forgotten, others should be remembered...
Either way, memory lives long but the body dies... sometimes, the memory can take on new forms or twist the old...
Fifteen Thousand Years Ago, Antares VII
A tundra. Large beasts trundle across the plain, foraging on the abundant grasses. A group of birds descend from the sky, kill one of the beasts with spears, and pick at its carcass.
These are the ancestors of what is to be...
Three Thousand Years Ago, Antares VII
It's the same tundra, only a huge city now takes most of the area up. The birds swoop around the city from the doors up high and low. The buildings are primarily cylindrical. If a radio transmitter was placed, almost any frequency would pick up a high-pitched chatter of language coming from the city.
The Capital of the Yet Hwee. They were proud, but pride has its cost...
Several ships swoop down from the sky and obliterate the city with disintigration rays. The ships are cubelike with a number of seemingly random fins prodruding everywhere.
They offended one too many other species. Only a colony on Antares VIIB survived the onslaught...
A desolate, lunar landscape. A number of high domes containing circular structures with Yet Hwee inside.
Present Day, Antares VIIB
-- Director?
-- Come in, Archcolonel.
-- Are we sure they're gone?
-- Of course. Would I lie to you?
-- So should we prepare, then?
The Director ruffles his feathers, a sarcastically affirmative gesture.
-- Right then. Body dies but mind persists!
-- Body dies but mind persists, Archcolonel. Dismissed.
A large number of small star schooners lift off from pads all around the base. They begin the descend to the surface of the tundra world.
Today, revenge is sworn...