Sephrioth
16-12-2004, 09:18
Explosions in the distance, and close gunfire. Flares descended upon the planet from the atmosphere, causing enormous explosions kilometers off. He sat in the decimated remains of a home, watching the firefight. Knowing that their time was limited, most of the former military had form a new group (as the capitol had been long nuked, there was no government to lead them anymore), and were desperately trying to procure a means of escape, and supplies for the journey. Civilians who had decided to defend themselves from the pillaging were being ruthlessly slaughtered.
All of that was cut short when another flare, a massive gigaton nuclear weapon pierced the atmosphere, and get the ground not far from where he was sitting. Suddenly, everyone was dead.
Except him.
Three years prior
Noted temporal scientist Doctor Edgar Ruthord, stepped back from the machine, and a tear trickled down his face.
He had seen the future, what lay in store for his nation. Destruction. Total oblivion. This was the fifth time he had looked into the future, and the same thing happened every time. The government, which he had refused to believe at first, had, or will, rather, go on a massive imperialistic spree, declaring war on many of its neighbors, and losing almost all of the battle. It had climaxed with a “terrific” bombardment of the capitol planet, where the last of the Sephriothans had been viciously murdered by various spacefarers seeking revenge (and rightly so, in Ruthord’s opinion).
However, that did not change the fact that in three years his people would all be dead. He would have to change this, oh yes, he would. He loved his people, but the leadership was expendable. They would be expended.
He rolled across the floor on his aging chair, to the awaiting comm. screen. In the moments after he saw the future the first time, he had hastily contacted a mercenary group, with the intentions of assassinating the current government. However, he soon viewed that he was too hasty in contacting them, and suspended his request.
Now, however, there was no doubt. The government had to be eliminated. For the people.
All of that was cut short when another flare, a massive gigaton nuclear weapon pierced the atmosphere, and get the ground not far from where he was sitting. Suddenly, everyone was dead.
Except him.
Three years prior
Noted temporal scientist Doctor Edgar Ruthord, stepped back from the machine, and a tear trickled down his face.
He had seen the future, what lay in store for his nation. Destruction. Total oblivion. This was the fifth time he had looked into the future, and the same thing happened every time. The government, which he had refused to believe at first, had, or will, rather, go on a massive imperialistic spree, declaring war on many of its neighbors, and losing almost all of the battle. It had climaxed with a “terrific” bombardment of the capitol planet, where the last of the Sephriothans had been viciously murdered by various spacefarers seeking revenge (and rightly so, in Ruthord’s opinion).
However, that did not change the fact that in three years his people would all be dead. He would have to change this, oh yes, he would. He loved his people, but the leadership was expendable. They would be expended.
He rolled across the floor on his aging chair, to the awaiting comm. screen. In the moments after he saw the future the first time, he had hastily contacted a mercenary group, with the intentions of assassinating the current government. However, he soon viewed that he was too hasty in contacting them, and suspended his request.
Now, however, there was no doubt. The government had to be eliminated. For the people.