Atlantian Outcasts
08-02-2005, 17:13
OOC: Ok, pt.2 of my Demon wars arc. May the plot thicken.
IC:
"Heaven"
The beings where gathered in the hall, ready to discuss strategy.
Michel spoke.
"The nations of the Milky Way have rejected our offer. They have rejected paridise"
Another replied "They are still children. They must be brought under our supervision. Too long they have gone without parental supervision. Too long have they fought each other"
Michel nodded "We will unite them. We will teach them how to be civil to one another. It is in their best interests, even though it may seem unfair to them at the moment"
Gabriel turned to Michel "May the disipline begin"
"Not yet" said Michel "We will give them one last chance. An ultimatum"
****
Many small, silver orbs left the globular cluster and headed for the Sol system. A few of them broke off and headed for other systems, but the main bunch where aimed at Sol III. Each one landed in a different nation's government's main chamber, whatever it was called. They let loose the following message.
Attention nations of the Galaxy proper. We have come to the conclusion that you need guidance. Unity. Peace. You will agree with us, or we shall be forced to disipline you.
IC:
"Heaven"
The beings where gathered in the hall, ready to discuss strategy.
Michel spoke.
"The nations of the Milky Way have rejected our offer. They have rejected paridise"
Another replied "They are still children. They must be brought under our supervision. Too long they have gone without parental supervision. Too long have they fought each other"
Michel nodded "We will unite them. We will teach them how to be civil to one another. It is in their best interests, even though it may seem unfair to them at the moment"
Gabriel turned to Michel "May the disipline begin"
"Not yet" said Michel "We will give them one last chance. An ultimatum"
****
Many small, silver orbs left the globular cluster and headed for the Sol system. A few of them broke off and headed for other systems, but the main bunch where aimed at Sol III. Each one landed in a different nation's government's main chamber, whatever it was called. They let loose the following message.
Attention nations of the Galaxy proper. We have come to the conclusion that you need guidance. Unity. Peace. You will agree with us, or we shall be forced to disipline you.