NationStates Jolt Archive

In orbit above Allanea

The ships where ready. Grand-Admiral George Dukakis smiled as he surveyed the force – an unbelievable mass of dark steel hulls, marked with the fabled white star which was for decades the sign of the United States Air Force and the United States Stellar Navy. Two hundred ships, mused the Grand-Admiral. Two hundred military vessels, and a two hundred and first one, a FEMA vessel.

USS Miriel nos Feanor. The ship the Grand-Admiral was standing on the bridge of. Two miles long and armed to the teeth, she was still not a military vessel. With two red crosses painted onto her hull and a crew of fifteen thousand professional doctors, Miriel was to become the star of this show. The rest were just escort.

In the belly of the monstrous vessel, medical personnel awaited. Vats full of Zikaron substance bubbled in the cargo holds. The personnel bunks, supposed to hold three hundred fifty thousand people, were re-equipped to hold twice that – at conditions that some prison inmates would shudder at.

Finally, Allanean Orbital-Deploying Collapsing Evacuation Devices – stargates – where stocked too, ready to be deployed, hooked with the small, precious black boxes of Rabinovich devices. A similar one was linked to the onboard computer of the Miriel – and to that of every Allanean vessel in Operation True God.

George Dukakis took out a Palm and read out, to himself, a verse that he always loved re-reading during the preparations of project Egypt. Today, it seemed more appropriate than ever:

And I am come down to deliver them out of the hand of the Egyptians, and to bring them up out of that land unto a good land and a large, unto a land flowing with milk and honey;

The drives of the great rescue vessel began powering up for the hyperdrive jump, with a low, menacing hum – one that was overpowered by the loud, clear voice of the Grand Admiral. And the crew paused and listened:

Now therefore, behold, the cry of the children of Israel is come unto me: and I have also seen the oppression wherewith the Egyptians oppress them.

Leonid Filipovich Brodsky, the ship’s pilot, laid his hand on the “Big Lever” – the big,red, symbolic monstrosity, a relic from times past, that would launch the ship into a pre-programmed FTL jump. “Admiral, can we start?”

The Admiral was still reading:

”…and ye shall put them upon your sons, and upon your daughters; and ye shall spoil the Egyptians.

“Now you can… I finished the chapter.” – smiled the Admiral.

And Brodsky pulled the lever.

OOC: You hate Allanea? You ignore me? Don't spam my thread with it.

OOC: Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

*ahem* Sorry. I meant to say, "tag."

And in those times it came to pass that there was great unrest among those who were servants in the land of the Izaroi. They were rejected by both the Voice and the Prophets, those emisarries of God on earth that dictated the daily standards of living. And it came to pass that the merchants were higher in status than those pesants who worked the farmlands. While the Prophets rewarded the merchants, the pesants received little and it was the same throughout the world. So it came to the attention of Melchezidek Izumi to pass a decree that stated that every merchant and landowner must pay each of his serfs one percent of his yearly income. And it came to be that while the landowners lived in their stone houses the serfs lived in their straw huts, and it was good in the eyes of the Prophets. But the Prophets were greatly angered by Melchezidek Izumi's actions and they evily plotted against him. And it came to be on the night before the celebration of birth of the Messiah that they slew him on the steps of the temple. In the morning when the worshipers came to worship at the temple they found the body of Melchezidek Izumi hanging from the temple's pinnacle. And the Prophets said, "Ye shall not disobey they Lord's command,or thou shall be smote like Melchezidek Izumi." And in those times the Izaroi had no emperor, and every man did as he pleased.

In Orbit of Mercury IV

Here it was, mused the Admiral. Modern-day Egypt. Mercury IV, where a billion people were deprived of freedom – of the very essense of it – of their personalities. Today, it was going to help. He looked at the control screens with grave determination as the enormous gravship descended towards the surface. Of all ships they had, it was the only one that could enter the athmosphere with one hundred percent safety – and ninety-five was not really enough.. It hung high above the city Izumoati, obscuring the sun, like a mythical monster of old.

From the USS Miriel Nos Feanor, a single dropship moved down to the city square. From it, a strange device exited, which quickly unfolded – into a large, magnificient ring. The ring, as it turned outt, was a stargate – one big enough for ten people abreast to file through. Then, two people in powered armour moved in, protecting the gate. With their armour and fully-automatic 25mm rifles, this would be enough.

From the ship, a voice boomed out:

Oh people of Izumoati! Harken to my voice! Harken all, and spread my word to your friends in the fields, and in the cities of other nations, and in the cabins far in your woods! You have been lied to! You have been lied to by your prophets, your leaders, your priests!

They have told you lies about your God! I am your God! And I tell you, here, in this city, that your God does not want you to be slaves! He wants you to be free! And to be free, today, I ask you do one last act of slavery, to follow one last order: to step through this gate – to the Garden of Eden.

The gate is small. In order to help you, I will send my Angels to those remote from it, and carry them away to Paradise. But all those who can must get through this gate – or to the AngelShips I sent – and get out. This is my reward to my faithful. Those who choose to refuse Paradise shall die – and they will be tortured in the darkest pits of Hell for all of eternity, for disobeying their Lord.”

And so, the lies and evil of Farragut and his gang where used against him.

(OOC: Allanea. You and ADK can RP to your hearts content, but please leave FSP and Myself out of it. Further, please refrain from using the same system names, as to avoid confusion. People might think that we were somehow involved...

Basically, edit your posts. Remove all mention of 'Farragut,' change 'Mercury IV' to something else. If you have a problem with this, don't bother contacting me. Figure this post will serve as sufficient note...

In effect: Neither the Federation of Sentient Peoples (Sentient Peoples) or the Exalted Star Supremacy of Revenia (Revenia) nor their players are in any-way involved with this RP. (Too my knowledge. Admittedly, I am basing this on assumption and without the involvement of FSP's player.)

Thank you, and have fun.

-Rev
(END OOC)

(OOC: Allanea. You and ADK can RP to your hearts content, but please leave FSP and Myself out of it. Further, please refrain from using the same system names, as to avoid confusion. People might think that we were somehow involved...

Basically, edit your posts. Remove all mention of 'Farragut,' change 'Mercury IV' to something else. If you have a problem with this, don't bother contacting me. Figure this post will serve as sufficient note...

In effect: Neither the Federation of Sentient Peoples (Sentient Peoples) or the Exalted Star Supremacy of Revenia (Revenia) nor their players are in any-way involved with this RP. (Too my knowledge. Admittedly, I am basing this on assumption and without the involvement of FSP's player.)

Thank you, and have fun.

-Rev
(END OOC)


OOC: It's rather difficult to RP this and not to mention FSP considering that they are the ones who are mainly responsible for the situation. To totally leave them out would render this RP essentially worthless. In fact it might just even neglect the entire storyline leaving ADK still on Earth in the midst of a conflict with NYNJ.

I was not going to even deign that with a response, but still: Mercury is the plant ADK's people are on. He, and not you decides what to put on his posts, whether or not my actions affect his people or not, and so forth. Now get the front door off my thread.

The Khristians were rather afraid by the booming voice and backed away slowly from the gates that now sat in the midsts of their cities. But eventually a few curious Khristians went and approched the odd rings. They poked and prodded and eventually entered the event horizon. Others soon followed them trying to find them....

Zara-Khrishta

When the Khristians got accross - unknowingly, crossing light-years of distance - what they would see would be a beautiful grassy meadow. Ten Allanean Marines in gold-coloured powered armour stood by the gate, preventing exit from Paradise. And a wonderful paradise it was: all over, their unknown "gods" have prepared supplies, food, even wine crates to celebrate their salvation.

More troops in powered armour worried about, causing the people to spread out from the gate to prevent a stampede. In the meanwhile, more and more Khristians poured through the gate. And back on Mercury the voice went on:

"Go forth, my sons! Leave this place! Go forth, into Paradise! Go, and I shall beset you in gold and riches, and you will each be as plentiful and as long-lived as your wealthiest mearchants and oldest men!"

In the meanwhile, hundreds of dropships reached to those parts of the planet where people could not reach the stargate, and scooped anybody they could.
Thousands were put into cryogenic storage aboard Allanean ships. Thousands were moved to the gate location.

And so it continued. Man after man after man. And every man or woman who made a step through the gate was striking a blow for freedom and didn't know it.

OOC: Quin told me I could proceed, since he has exams or such

Aboard the USS Miriel

Admiral Dukakis smiled at the large counter on his main screen. It had two numbers on it:


People Evacuated Through Gate: 1,345,344
People in Cryogenic Storage on Fleet: 1,545,567

He smiled. It meant they were making progress. Slowly, but surely, Khristians were leaving their prison - at least with they bodies. They would leave by spirit, too, but that would have to come later. Soon, they would fill the fleet to capacity. Then, over nine hundred million people would have to leave by gate. But one gate was not enough. He turned to his subordinate: "Go on, Mike. Launch ten more gates, ten more cities. Let's get this done."

And they did.

Aboard the USS Miriel

Admiral Dukakis smiled at his main screen. The numbers now read:


People Evacuated Through Gate: 9,997,000
People in Cryogenic Storage on Fleet: 3,000,467

The surface below the Admiral was no longer Mercury IV, of course. Once the last Khristian went into the gate, the Miriel swung around and disappeared in a brilliant flash of power. A few more flashes, and the entire guard fleet went along. Behind, SADM devices implanted in the gates went off, obliterating all memory that the planet was ever visited – save hundreds and thousand of now-abandoned Khristian homes, shed by the people who lived in them in the way the cocoon is shed at the birth of the butterfly.

Dukakis smiled as he looked down below, at the huge crowds of the Khristians dispersing slowly across ZaraKhrishta. They were too shocked, yet, by their transit, to note the strange fine mist descending on them from the sky. Soon they would begin to feel dizzy – the Zikaron substance was taking effect. Soon enough, they would regain their memory – and their freedom. Of course, when they did, they’d probably be angry – very angry.

Dukakis didn’t mind that. It was the job of the new Khristian government to prevent a new war, not his.

Ooc: Tag

The Khristians exited the gates in Zara Khrista. They looked about at the domed city with a sense of awe and wonderment. Soon Zara-Khristian disaster releif teams began immunizing the newly arrived Khristians.