Sambizie
05-05-2004, 04:24
In the tallest tower of the tallest building in New Sambizie, sits the Grand Councel Chambers of the former "Protectorate" Rulership. The distant past of the begining of an Empire, the memories, the names, the faces...all long forgotten, before this day...
A distant thunder in the air, as the sun sets deep within the Sambizie Desert, no doubt...a storm is approaching. The purple, red and orange clouds swirll with grace and elegance, while the hot sands fly through the air like tiny shards of molten glass. In the past, these storms have come with the footsteps of the ShaRa. In the present, they are welcomed by the Sambizie.
An elderly woman stares up into the sky. She is witness to the multitude of "shooting-stars"...well just ships entering and leaving the dusty planet. A small spec of light catches her eye as the Sambizie Defence Platform enters the night sky, as it has done for so many years. A flicker of a candle in this torchlit room, she turns away from the window and slowly takes her seat...waiting for her past to become present...
A distant thunder in the air, as the sun sets deep within the Sambizie Desert, no doubt...a storm is approaching. The purple, red and orange clouds swirll with grace and elegance, while the hot sands fly through the air like tiny shards of molten glass. In the past, these storms have come with the footsteps of the ShaRa. In the present, they are welcomed by the Sambizie.
An elderly woman stares up into the sky. She is witness to the multitude of "shooting-stars"...well just ships entering and leaving the dusty planet. A small spec of light catches her eye as the Sambizie Defence Platform enters the night sky, as it has done for so many years. A flicker of a candle in this torchlit room, she turns away from the window and slowly takes her seat...waiting for her past to become present...