Abu-Dhabi Khristatata
22-11-2005, 04:55
October 30, 2356, was another boring day in the Palace complex on the Dramon station. Peter Ikatori sat comfortably upon his "throne". It was really more of a recliner, but made of fine mahgony and finely crafted silver. The apholstry on the throne was black velvet and Peter sat upon it yawning, watching the news on a vidscreen on the opposite wall in the medium-sized chamber.
His black tunic hung loosely about him, tied about his waste with a silver cord and clasped at his shoulder with a platnium medallion encrusted with amethyst. On his head sat a band of platnium, with suns and moons engraved on it's outside and it also heald gems of amethyst.
The throne sat atop a black marble staircase of seven stairs, their distance from each other almost perfectly equal. The base of the staircase formed an equilateral triangle with the top and the staircase was also inlaid with silver, platnium and amethyst, all portraying suns, and moons, planets and stars.
333 inches away were the two 12-foot double doors that entered the chamber. On the outside was mahogny wood with famous scenes of Khristian myth and lore carved into them, while on the inside was 3.33 feet of titanium. The floor and walls of the chamber was also black marble, while the high-vaulted celing(at 33.3 feet) was covered by the projections of rotating galaxies and other celestial bodies.
Two rows of seven columns each were spaced equally apart from the entrance to Peter Ikatori, and they disappeared into the projected heavens above. Hanging from these arches were scupltures of birds and aircraft, made of silver, platinum and amethyst. On the ground stood statues of famous Khristians, such as Quin Izumi and Emperor Adnedhel, made of Obsidian. False stainglass windows were illuminated by specially constructed LED's that simulated firelight hanging like torches from the walls.
Perhaps it was not the grandest king's chamber that ever was, but it would do for Peter Ikatori. He reclined in his chair, watching the latest news footage about the Pilonese-Aumanii conflict on Mars. The old man smiled as the doors opened in and a boy, about age 13 walked into the chamber.
His hair was silver and came down almost to his earlobes, his bangs fell close to his eyes. He also wore a black tunic, that was tied about his waist with a silver cord. "Hello father," said the boy as he drew close to the stairs.
"It has been awhile since I have seen you Timaeus, I trust that things are going well on Earth?" inquired the old man.
"They go as they usually do. The rest of Haven constantly being at each other's throats.... Daniel tells me that it's very much the same on Mars."
"When did you see Daniel...?" And then if the doors to the chamber could have bursted open they would have, and Daniel Byblos stormed in, his black cape a flurry of cloth behind him.
Peter sighed. There he is, that fool. He'll be the death of me and everything that I have created. Since when did my son meet him? It has been sometime since I have seen Timaeus.... I suppose that they had time to meet. Hopefully that bastard Daniel hasn't corrupted my son.
"And what is it, that you want, Daniel?" questioned the old man, stroking on his beard.
"I came to show Timaeus around our... facility. It has been sometime since he was here, five years correct?"
"Seven," corrected the boy.
"Yes, so... Since he shall be here for awhile anyways, I shall show him around the station."
"So be it," said Peter, reluctantly. "I shall see you later my son."
Timaeus bowed as Daniel grabbed him by the collar and stormed back out of the chamber.
Peter yawned and returned to watching his vidscreen, not giving much thought to Daniel or his son.
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Daniel and Timaeus walked down a corridor filled with Khristian girls in their late teens, all wearing tight, slightly revealing trainee uniforms. Timeaus blushed as he walked past them and through groups of them, causing them to giggle and mess with his hair and wailing in unison "Awwwwww.... how cute!" and causing him only to blush more, eliciting more giggling and wails of amusment. Daniel once again grabbed Timaeus by his tunic and drug him away, leaving the girls to go back to their everyday business.
Timaeus didn't look at the silent man who walked next to him. They continued down the halls taking several turns before coming to a nondescript metal door next to whixh was a keypad mounted on the wall. Daniel reached foreward and entered the seven key sequence that opened the door.
"Go on boy," he commanded. Reluctantly, Timaeus entered the dark room, Daniel behind him. As the door slid shut and the room was plunged into eternal darkness, Daniel mashed a button on the wall that lifted a blast shield to reveal a blazing light that caused Timaeus to cover his eyes. "Look Timaeus, upon what your forefathers have worked for decades..."
Timaeus turned and opened his eyes to see a half-terraformed little moon, with massive cyndrical shafts extending from the station which surrounded the moon and into it's core. Myraids of craft buzzed around the moon, building, reparing, delivering.... Timaeus looked upon the patches of red, green, brown and blue that formed it's surface. A forest here, unterraformed wasteland there... even a small city or two.
"Why exactly are you showing me this," asked the boy.
"Because, it's the first part of telling you the truth, about your origins. About your father. And more importantly... about your purpose. Here now... have a seat." Daniel pointed over at a stainless steel stool sitting in an opposite corner of the room.
"Now... where to begin.... Ah, yes. You do know, my boy, that you have no mother, correct?" Timaeus nodded.
"She died in a hovercar accident shortly after my birth."
"No, that's what your father tells you but what actually happened is that she never existed. You were concieved in vitro using ovum and sperm we had on file from deceased Khristian military personnel."
"So this means Peter isn't my father either, doesn't it?"
"Yes, he is only your father as far as he and the law are concerned now then. You gestated in an artifical womb so that I and my associates could shape and mold you very carefully Timaeus, because you have a purpose.
"Everything that Peter Ikatori has worked and dreamed for has opposed the very core of Khristianity. He only has helped demean and disarm our civilization. He appeases our enemies and cowers in fear instead of standing up for what is right.
"Now then, your purpose... Peter asked us to concieve you as his successor, but we concieved you to bring balance back to our culture. To restore the old ways."
"Do you mean the ways of the Izumists?"
"Very good, so your father told you about the Second Quin Izumi then did he? You see Timaeus... Izumism never really died out. There has always been an underground movement, even since the death of General Rudolph Corbelli, to restore Izumism. And you are part of that plan."
"What are you saying? The Izumists were nothing but heartless killers who brought about the destruction of the Khristians on Earth. They were selfish racists who squandered our natural resources and made the poor poorer."
"You're wrong Timaeus. It was the rebels like Peter Ikatori that cause the United People's Confederacy of Abu-Dhabi Khristatata to fall..." Daniel walked closer to the boy in the corner, and rested his hand on the boy's shoulder.
"But you see Timaeus... You're not really Timaeus Ikatori, son of Peter Ikatori, but my creation... You are the third Quin Izumi."
And the boy slumped back against the wall in disbelief, his heart pounding, blood racing.... The third Quin Izumi? Does this mean that I am to be more destructive, more ruthless? Will I kill millions? Will I keep the poor, poor and the uneducated ignorant? I am not a horrible person... no... no... Perhaps this is a dream? No, a nightmare. Quin Izumi.... That terrible name is not mine. I will not have that dual name of blessing and curse... that representation of the old ways. No... I am not Quin Izumi. I am Timaeus Ikatori, and will remain Timaeus Ikatori.
And that's when Timaeus noticed the dagger slowly poking into his shoulder...
His black tunic hung loosely about him, tied about his waste with a silver cord and clasped at his shoulder with a platnium medallion encrusted with amethyst. On his head sat a band of platnium, with suns and moons engraved on it's outside and it also heald gems of amethyst.
The throne sat atop a black marble staircase of seven stairs, their distance from each other almost perfectly equal. The base of the staircase formed an equilateral triangle with the top and the staircase was also inlaid with silver, platnium and amethyst, all portraying suns, and moons, planets and stars.
333 inches away were the two 12-foot double doors that entered the chamber. On the outside was mahogny wood with famous scenes of Khristian myth and lore carved into them, while on the inside was 3.33 feet of titanium. The floor and walls of the chamber was also black marble, while the high-vaulted celing(at 33.3 feet) was covered by the projections of rotating galaxies and other celestial bodies.
Two rows of seven columns each were spaced equally apart from the entrance to Peter Ikatori, and they disappeared into the projected heavens above. Hanging from these arches were scupltures of birds and aircraft, made of silver, platinum and amethyst. On the ground stood statues of famous Khristians, such as Quin Izumi and Emperor Adnedhel, made of Obsidian. False stainglass windows were illuminated by specially constructed LED's that simulated firelight hanging like torches from the walls.
Perhaps it was not the grandest king's chamber that ever was, but it would do for Peter Ikatori. He reclined in his chair, watching the latest news footage about the Pilonese-Aumanii conflict on Mars. The old man smiled as the doors opened in and a boy, about age 13 walked into the chamber.
His hair was silver and came down almost to his earlobes, his bangs fell close to his eyes. He also wore a black tunic, that was tied about his waist with a silver cord. "Hello father," said the boy as he drew close to the stairs.
"It has been awhile since I have seen you Timaeus, I trust that things are going well on Earth?" inquired the old man.
"They go as they usually do. The rest of Haven constantly being at each other's throats.... Daniel tells me that it's very much the same on Mars."
"When did you see Daniel...?" And then if the doors to the chamber could have bursted open they would have, and Daniel Byblos stormed in, his black cape a flurry of cloth behind him.
Peter sighed. There he is, that fool. He'll be the death of me and everything that I have created. Since when did my son meet him? It has been sometime since I have seen Timaeus.... I suppose that they had time to meet. Hopefully that bastard Daniel hasn't corrupted my son.
"And what is it, that you want, Daniel?" questioned the old man, stroking on his beard.
"I came to show Timaeus around our... facility. It has been sometime since he was here, five years correct?"
"Seven," corrected the boy.
"Yes, so... Since he shall be here for awhile anyways, I shall show him around the station."
"So be it," said Peter, reluctantly. "I shall see you later my son."
Timaeus bowed as Daniel grabbed him by the collar and stormed back out of the chamber.
Peter yawned and returned to watching his vidscreen, not giving much thought to Daniel or his son.
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Daniel and Timaeus walked down a corridor filled with Khristian girls in their late teens, all wearing tight, slightly revealing trainee uniforms. Timeaus blushed as he walked past them and through groups of them, causing them to giggle and mess with his hair and wailing in unison "Awwwwww.... how cute!" and causing him only to blush more, eliciting more giggling and wails of amusment. Daniel once again grabbed Timaeus by his tunic and drug him away, leaving the girls to go back to their everyday business.
Timaeus didn't look at the silent man who walked next to him. They continued down the halls taking several turns before coming to a nondescript metal door next to whixh was a keypad mounted on the wall. Daniel reached foreward and entered the seven key sequence that opened the door.
"Go on boy," he commanded. Reluctantly, Timaeus entered the dark room, Daniel behind him. As the door slid shut and the room was plunged into eternal darkness, Daniel mashed a button on the wall that lifted a blast shield to reveal a blazing light that caused Timaeus to cover his eyes. "Look Timaeus, upon what your forefathers have worked for decades..."
Timaeus turned and opened his eyes to see a half-terraformed little moon, with massive cyndrical shafts extending from the station which surrounded the moon and into it's core. Myraids of craft buzzed around the moon, building, reparing, delivering.... Timaeus looked upon the patches of red, green, brown and blue that formed it's surface. A forest here, unterraformed wasteland there... even a small city or two.
"Why exactly are you showing me this," asked the boy.
"Because, it's the first part of telling you the truth, about your origins. About your father. And more importantly... about your purpose. Here now... have a seat." Daniel pointed over at a stainless steel stool sitting in an opposite corner of the room.
"Now... where to begin.... Ah, yes. You do know, my boy, that you have no mother, correct?" Timaeus nodded.
"She died in a hovercar accident shortly after my birth."
"No, that's what your father tells you but what actually happened is that she never existed. You were concieved in vitro using ovum and sperm we had on file from deceased Khristian military personnel."
"So this means Peter isn't my father either, doesn't it?"
"Yes, he is only your father as far as he and the law are concerned now then. You gestated in an artifical womb so that I and my associates could shape and mold you very carefully Timaeus, because you have a purpose.
"Everything that Peter Ikatori has worked and dreamed for has opposed the very core of Khristianity. He only has helped demean and disarm our civilization. He appeases our enemies and cowers in fear instead of standing up for what is right.
"Now then, your purpose... Peter asked us to concieve you as his successor, but we concieved you to bring balance back to our culture. To restore the old ways."
"Do you mean the ways of the Izumists?"
"Very good, so your father told you about the Second Quin Izumi then did he? You see Timaeus... Izumism never really died out. There has always been an underground movement, even since the death of General Rudolph Corbelli, to restore Izumism. And you are part of that plan."
"What are you saying? The Izumists were nothing but heartless killers who brought about the destruction of the Khristians on Earth. They were selfish racists who squandered our natural resources and made the poor poorer."
"You're wrong Timaeus. It was the rebels like Peter Ikatori that cause the United People's Confederacy of Abu-Dhabi Khristatata to fall..." Daniel walked closer to the boy in the corner, and rested his hand on the boy's shoulder.
"But you see Timaeus... You're not really Timaeus Ikatori, son of Peter Ikatori, but my creation... You are the third Quin Izumi."
And the boy slumped back against the wall in disbelief, his heart pounding, blood racing.... The third Quin Izumi? Does this mean that I am to be more destructive, more ruthless? Will I kill millions? Will I keep the poor, poor and the uneducated ignorant? I am not a horrible person... no... no... Perhaps this is a dream? No, a nightmare. Quin Izumi.... That terrible name is not mine. I will not have that dual name of blessing and curse... that representation of the old ways. No... I am not Quin Izumi. I am Timaeus Ikatori, and will remain Timaeus Ikatori.
And that's when Timaeus noticed the dagger slowly poking into his shoulder...