Naggeroth
29-09-2005, 13:30
Home Planet of the Collective, Nag
“My Lord Collector.” A voice shattered across the intercom. “You should want to see this.”
The collector swore, standing he rushed, in his night gown, to the main command room. It was a nice Night gown, except for the fact it was Pink, and had love hearts all over it. As he entered the command room, a few bursts of laughter had to be silenced with a glare.
“What may I ask is it to disturb me this time of night?” He snapped.
“Well…we discovered a unidentified ship, it just appeared, no vectors, it just came from no where. When it failed to respond to hails, we unleashed the entire Defence grid on the damn thing.” He shivered. “It didn’t even scratch the shields. It then proceeded to lay waste to the defence grid. We have…nothing. And people are dieing out of no where.” There was a pause before he pressed his ear to the intercom. “We are receiving contact.”
“Punch it through.” The collector said with…fear in his voice.
Hello My Pretty Play thing.
I am Lord Emperor Samuel Coote II of the Recently collapsed Empire of Tsurani. This craft is the IRS Arkyla a Dragon class war cruiser. Your people have been in this galaxy for a long time. Thus I offer you. Should you forever live in this galaxy and this galaxy only, you will not be destroyed. Should you hand over your Milky way Population, then I shall not crush you to the dust. And lastly, all knowledge of how to build FTL Drives must be removed from afore mentioned colonies. This is what you must do to survive.
Your Lord Emperor Samuel Coote II
The collector stood shaken…looking at those before him.
“How many people live in the milky way?” He asked simply.
“Over three billion. Not many really” The man replied.
“Begin the operation then.” The collector sighed softly.
Milky way Planet Talimara
Over five weeks, the planet was evacuated of all Faster then Light Travel drives. With all the engineers and data taken. Samuel, with power unknown to most, created a time distiller around the system. People inside began to move slowly, while only a month past in normal time, within the sphere, three hundred years. Over that time, the Globe grew bigger, taking into its depths Many systems. They where lead by a Man like none other, an Oracle. The home planet became a wasteland, Water was precious, and imported.
And then, it just collapsed. The bubble fell apart, and Hundreds of stars appeared once more, an…the home world was Renamed Arrakis.
There where no announcements, only the Iron fist was sent a message, and that was mealy one to tell them that the alliance was still True. But a new age had started, with Muab’dib Leading those who now called themselves Fremen, the people of the Desert. Now and forever, an Empire had been born.
And in time, all would be brought before the light of Muab’dib.
“My Lord Collector.” A voice shattered across the intercom. “You should want to see this.”
The collector swore, standing he rushed, in his night gown, to the main command room. It was a nice Night gown, except for the fact it was Pink, and had love hearts all over it. As he entered the command room, a few bursts of laughter had to be silenced with a glare.
“What may I ask is it to disturb me this time of night?” He snapped.
“Well…we discovered a unidentified ship, it just appeared, no vectors, it just came from no where. When it failed to respond to hails, we unleashed the entire Defence grid on the damn thing.” He shivered. “It didn’t even scratch the shields. It then proceeded to lay waste to the defence grid. We have…nothing. And people are dieing out of no where.” There was a pause before he pressed his ear to the intercom. “We are receiving contact.”
“Punch it through.” The collector said with…fear in his voice.
Hello My Pretty Play thing.
I am Lord Emperor Samuel Coote II of the Recently collapsed Empire of Tsurani. This craft is the IRS Arkyla a Dragon class war cruiser. Your people have been in this galaxy for a long time. Thus I offer you. Should you forever live in this galaxy and this galaxy only, you will not be destroyed. Should you hand over your Milky way Population, then I shall not crush you to the dust. And lastly, all knowledge of how to build FTL Drives must be removed from afore mentioned colonies. This is what you must do to survive.
Your Lord Emperor Samuel Coote II
The collector stood shaken…looking at those before him.
“How many people live in the milky way?” He asked simply.
“Over three billion. Not many really” The man replied.
“Begin the operation then.” The collector sighed softly.
Milky way Planet Talimara
Over five weeks, the planet was evacuated of all Faster then Light Travel drives. With all the engineers and data taken. Samuel, with power unknown to most, created a time distiller around the system. People inside began to move slowly, while only a month past in normal time, within the sphere, three hundred years. Over that time, the Globe grew bigger, taking into its depths Many systems. They where lead by a Man like none other, an Oracle. The home planet became a wasteland, Water was precious, and imported.
And then, it just collapsed. The bubble fell apart, and Hundreds of stars appeared once more, an…the home world was Renamed Arrakis.
There where no announcements, only the Iron fist was sent a message, and that was mealy one to tell them that the alliance was still True. But a new age had started, with Muab’dib Leading those who now called themselves Fremen, the people of the Desert. Now and forever, an Empire had been born.
And in time, all would be brought before the light of Muab’dib.