Abu-Dhabi Khristatata
25-01-2004, 03:48
Envision a habitable world. This world, covered mostly by water, holding trillions of inhabitants. Holding trillions more within it's orbit. Thousands of ships, millions of satellites, hustling and bustling about this world. Earth, Arda, Terra, Home.
Go past all the scheming, all the crying, the dying, the fighting, the rejoicing, the hatred, and the love. Focus on a city, a massive city; covered in grandeur, yet covered with clouds of rain, clouds of smog, clouds of depression, and clouds of hope.
Go to the far edge of this city, and see a massive palace, extending for miles down the banks of a mighty harbor.
This was reality. Rather, a reality, within, a reality, within a reality, to the point of infinity. Focused here on this world were infinite possibilities. Observe the the course of this reality, see the possibilities, and count the variables.
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A great hall within a great palace. A hallway from which thousands of corridors, sub corridors, alleyways, and rooms branched. Dozens of rows of columns lined the way of the hallway. People bustled about. Servants, pages, couriers, concubines, nobility, and the ruler of a nation, on his way to work.
This man was Quin Izumi, Grand Duke of the United Peoples Confederacy of Abu-Dhabi Khristatata. His blue eyes looked swiftly around the corridor, he was nervous, treachery was everywhere.
His silver hair shined with such radiance people turned from his back. Thousands of tiny bayonets, they were.
He was a tall man, six foot three inches. Red uniform, black phoenix on his right breast blazing in the sunlight that cascaded in from the windows. He was a man always ready for battle, knife at his right hand, pistol, his left.
He continued that cautious march down the grand corridor, knowing already, by the tone of his associate's voice, what his business was. The colonies... We can't loose the colonies...
Soon he stood before two great wooden doors, epic battles etched into them. He needed not to knock.
"I am of Him. I shed blood for Him. I give my life to Him. He is my master. He is my God. I am his servant. His rod and staff guide me. Open, great doors! That I may do his bidding. I serve the battlemaster of the gods!!”
After reciting the chant of the Khristyakin death commandoes, the magnificent doors swung slowly open.
Quin passed then through a hall that grew ever smaller, passing the endless checkpoints along the way.
He arrived in a conference room, four men turned to meet him.
Knalatos Tora, Omni Anubis, Mattarhaka Iesuchelivo, and a man simply known as, Kerchovi.
Quin walked to his seat at the head of the table.
“My friends, what distressing news of the colonies requires my attention?”
Knalatos Tora, distant cousin of Zona Tora on Mars spoke up, his crimson hair swatting the face of Mattarhaka Iesuchelivo as he turned his head to face his Grand Duke.
“Colony YK 246 is in danger of falling out of orbit, sire. It’s orbit is collapsing, and it’s power failing, people are already being shipped off the colony, but other colonies are beginning to show the early signs of run-down…”
What terrible purpose is this? Quin thought. He sighed.
“Let’s see if we can’t get some emergency power paks up there. Begin shuttling people down here, it’ll take some strain off the resource collectors.”
His tone remained calm. I have been dead before, I live, others live, I have died, others have died. People in the colonies are going to die, why should I be concerned? Millions in our world die each day.
“We will not reveal this to the world. We are not weak.” He added.
The meeting fell to other, less important business, but a sense of foreboding held a firm grip over the room. Harbingers and omens….
Go past all the scheming, all the crying, the dying, the fighting, the rejoicing, the hatred, and the love. Focus on a city, a massive city; covered in grandeur, yet covered with clouds of rain, clouds of smog, clouds of depression, and clouds of hope.
Go to the far edge of this city, and see a massive palace, extending for miles down the banks of a mighty harbor.
This was reality. Rather, a reality, within, a reality, within a reality, to the point of infinity. Focused here on this world were infinite possibilities. Observe the the course of this reality, see the possibilities, and count the variables.
*************************
A great hall within a great palace. A hallway from which thousands of corridors, sub corridors, alleyways, and rooms branched. Dozens of rows of columns lined the way of the hallway. People bustled about. Servants, pages, couriers, concubines, nobility, and the ruler of a nation, on his way to work.
This man was Quin Izumi, Grand Duke of the United Peoples Confederacy of Abu-Dhabi Khristatata. His blue eyes looked swiftly around the corridor, he was nervous, treachery was everywhere.
His silver hair shined with such radiance people turned from his back. Thousands of tiny bayonets, they were.
He was a tall man, six foot three inches. Red uniform, black phoenix on his right breast blazing in the sunlight that cascaded in from the windows. He was a man always ready for battle, knife at his right hand, pistol, his left.
He continued that cautious march down the grand corridor, knowing already, by the tone of his associate's voice, what his business was. The colonies... We can't loose the colonies...
Soon he stood before two great wooden doors, epic battles etched into them. He needed not to knock.
"I am of Him. I shed blood for Him. I give my life to Him. He is my master. He is my God. I am his servant. His rod and staff guide me. Open, great doors! That I may do his bidding. I serve the battlemaster of the gods!!”
After reciting the chant of the Khristyakin death commandoes, the magnificent doors swung slowly open.
Quin passed then through a hall that grew ever smaller, passing the endless checkpoints along the way.
He arrived in a conference room, four men turned to meet him.
Knalatos Tora, Omni Anubis, Mattarhaka Iesuchelivo, and a man simply known as, Kerchovi.
Quin walked to his seat at the head of the table.
“My friends, what distressing news of the colonies requires my attention?”
Knalatos Tora, distant cousin of Zona Tora on Mars spoke up, his crimson hair swatting the face of Mattarhaka Iesuchelivo as he turned his head to face his Grand Duke.
“Colony YK 246 is in danger of falling out of orbit, sire. It’s orbit is collapsing, and it’s power failing, people are already being shipped off the colony, but other colonies are beginning to show the early signs of run-down…”
What terrible purpose is this? Quin thought. He sighed.
“Let’s see if we can’t get some emergency power paks up there. Begin shuttling people down here, it’ll take some strain off the resource collectors.”
His tone remained calm. I have been dead before, I live, others live, I have died, others have died. People in the colonies are going to die, why should I be concerned? Millions in our world die each day.
“We will not reveal this to the world. We are not weak.” He added.
The meeting fell to other, less important business, but a sense of foreboding held a firm grip over the room. Harbingers and omens….