Soviet Trasa
03-08-2004, 02:57
high on a Hill, near the Captial Tasov, Kerao Starchaser stood ontop of the hill, overlooking the City, behind him are his 3 Grand Admirals, the remainders of the old Glorious days of Trasa.
Grand Admiral Mosc, who had controlled most of Trasa's Millitary during the Golden years.
Grand Admiral Kiko, she had controlled the Research and Devolopment sector of Trasa, who turned out the portable Cloaking field Generator for their tanks, which was later abandoned.
and finally Grand Admiral Terroc, of TID, Trasian Intellegence Division, who provided much information during the World Wars that Trasa was in a long time ago, now nearing old age.
Kerao looks over his shoulder at them with a cold look.
he dosn't speak, instead he continues to veiw his precious City that his Grandfather Kisar Starchaser had fought to keep safe during times of war.
The Trasian Cultists where long gone, the Trasian Temple of Time was still up, but nolonger did the Cultists wander the halls of it.
Kisar before he died had hidden the 3 Spiritual Stones which opened the Door of Time to the Trasian room of wonders, which held a Trasian Triforce, which was a relic to them.
the Stones of Fire, Water and Forest where hidden very carfully in Trasa, but not anymore, for in the man's pocket, 3 shining Gemstones lay hidden, Kerao then turns fully to his Grand Admirals who where looking tired.
He raises a eyebrow and folds his hands behind his back, his black robes swirled around him, his Dark brown eyes peer at the three 'Stoogies' as he liked to call them.
"Grand Admirals, it has been a long time, i guess your wondering why your here, well i tell you now, i have called you here to see our people from afar, look at them, they are now tired of waiting, tired of fighting amounst ourselves, now is the time to start the factories which used to build War Material during the Great wars of old, now i tell you people, we must begin stockpiling once again, for the Time of Vengence will come very very soon, order the managers to restart production on Pulserifles, Tanks, Motars and all the rest of the equipment, and Grand Admiral Mosc, order the shipyards behind the moon of this world to start reconstructing the TSF Fleet, the Trasian Space Force must be ready just incase, and one more thing, make sure no spies from other nations find out what we are doing, we may have messed up our expariments on the LV colonies, but the Great War shall begin, and Trasa will fight once again, All other Colonies are to make sure that their factories are also up and running, inceasing our training budget and if any nations ask what we'r doing and ask to see me, tell them that i'm unavalible and that we are just stockpiling for our international stores around the world."
The three Grand Admirals look at him in shock and amazment, nothing like this has been done for 40,000 years, and the Average Trasian lifespan these days where only 12 thousand, why now? they shake off their questions and bow to their leader before leaving.
Kerao puts his hood up and he looks at the stars, they may have failed in regaining the LV system after the Xenomorphs destroyed the colonies, but here on Earth they will once again rule as a dominant power and sweep aside all resistiance.
in all of Trasa the factories start up once again, war Material was being made, after thousands of years of peace, which the Trasians didn't like, the factories where once again being used for a purpose.
Tanks are built by the hundreds every day, Pulserifles and ammunition was being put out in mass production, in orbit 3 Miranda Class destroyers where being built, only 3 more NS years before they where done and crewed.
Kerao, now back in his Throneroom in the TSD Headquarters underneath the mountians smirks, he will build a army greater then his grandfathers, Trekked Starchaser, infact, 3 statues where in the Traisan Throneroom, one was Trekked, who glared at whoever veiwed it in the face with stone eyes, one of Kisar Starchaser, whose face was hidden by a stone hood, and finally one of a older Emperor, Burakka Starchaser, who had built this country from ashes and helped make them into the great nation they where today...
Kerao turns his throne around and peers out of the window at the night sky, his smirk grows into a full smile, soon he will beable to reach the stars once again.....
Grand Admiral Mosc, who had controlled most of Trasa's Millitary during the Golden years.
Grand Admiral Kiko, she had controlled the Research and Devolopment sector of Trasa, who turned out the portable Cloaking field Generator for their tanks, which was later abandoned.
and finally Grand Admiral Terroc, of TID, Trasian Intellegence Division, who provided much information during the World Wars that Trasa was in a long time ago, now nearing old age.
Kerao looks over his shoulder at them with a cold look.
he dosn't speak, instead he continues to veiw his precious City that his Grandfather Kisar Starchaser had fought to keep safe during times of war.
The Trasian Cultists where long gone, the Trasian Temple of Time was still up, but nolonger did the Cultists wander the halls of it.
Kisar before he died had hidden the 3 Spiritual Stones which opened the Door of Time to the Trasian room of wonders, which held a Trasian Triforce, which was a relic to them.
the Stones of Fire, Water and Forest where hidden very carfully in Trasa, but not anymore, for in the man's pocket, 3 shining Gemstones lay hidden, Kerao then turns fully to his Grand Admirals who where looking tired.
He raises a eyebrow and folds his hands behind his back, his black robes swirled around him, his Dark brown eyes peer at the three 'Stoogies' as he liked to call them.
"Grand Admirals, it has been a long time, i guess your wondering why your here, well i tell you now, i have called you here to see our people from afar, look at them, they are now tired of waiting, tired of fighting amounst ourselves, now is the time to start the factories which used to build War Material during the Great wars of old, now i tell you people, we must begin stockpiling once again, for the Time of Vengence will come very very soon, order the managers to restart production on Pulserifles, Tanks, Motars and all the rest of the equipment, and Grand Admiral Mosc, order the shipyards behind the moon of this world to start reconstructing the TSF Fleet, the Trasian Space Force must be ready just incase, and one more thing, make sure no spies from other nations find out what we are doing, we may have messed up our expariments on the LV colonies, but the Great War shall begin, and Trasa will fight once again, All other Colonies are to make sure that their factories are also up and running, inceasing our training budget and if any nations ask what we'r doing and ask to see me, tell them that i'm unavalible and that we are just stockpiling for our international stores around the world."
The three Grand Admirals look at him in shock and amazment, nothing like this has been done for 40,000 years, and the Average Trasian lifespan these days where only 12 thousand, why now? they shake off their questions and bow to their leader before leaving.
Kerao puts his hood up and he looks at the stars, they may have failed in regaining the LV system after the Xenomorphs destroyed the colonies, but here on Earth they will once again rule as a dominant power and sweep aside all resistiance.
in all of Trasa the factories start up once again, war Material was being made, after thousands of years of peace, which the Trasians didn't like, the factories where once again being used for a purpose.
Tanks are built by the hundreds every day, Pulserifles and ammunition was being put out in mass production, in orbit 3 Miranda Class destroyers where being built, only 3 more NS years before they where done and crewed.
Kerao, now back in his Throneroom in the TSD Headquarters underneath the mountians smirks, he will build a army greater then his grandfathers, Trekked Starchaser, infact, 3 statues where in the Traisan Throneroom, one was Trekked, who glared at whoever veiwed it in the face with stone eyes, one of Kisar Starchaser, whose face was hidden by a stone hood, and finally one of a older Emperor, Burakka Starchaser, who had built this country from ashes and helped make them into the great nation they where today...
Kerao turns his throne around and peers out of the window at the night sky, his smirk grows into a full smile, soon he will beable to reach the stars once again.....