Underwater Asylum
16-06-2006, 15:53
Time: 0000 hours, Terran time.
Location: Planet Albia, Albion System, Empire Space.
Every single city on the largely untouched, paradise world of Aliba was packed to capacity with off-duty military personnel of every race in the Empire. Elegant, winged Terrans known as Sirens walked beside grotesque, worm like beasts. On every available surface was projected a rather unusual sight- A battle finished two Terran years ago. The battle that had marked one of the first major losses in the ESUS-Shivan conflict, as well as involving vessels from states scattered throughout the cosmos. The battle where an entire star system had been destroyed.
The spaceports were open to everything and everyone from everywhere on this day of mourning. Countless creatures who would normally have been turned away were already celebrating on the streets by 0300 hours, Terran time. At 0301, the massive speakers that had been installed in every city started up, projecting the voice of the Emperor across nearly the entire world.
"We're all here for one reason. To comemmorate those hours two years ago when billions of lives were destroyed. Should we be sad? We should. Should we still be angry? We should. Should we be drunk and disorderly? We probably shouldn't, but will be anyway.
Because two years ago an alliance was forged in the heat of battle, one that has brought great joy to everyone in the Empire. This is not a day for sadness any longer, now it is a day to celebrate! "
And as soon as the speakers cut out, so did the projection of battle footage. A pair of carriers disgorged hundreds of droid fighters to dogfight above the cities, firing their main cannons as fireworks.
Funny how a sad day can end up with people drunk, dancing and regretting what they did last night.
Location: Planet Albia, Albion System, Empire Space.
Every single city on the largely untouched, paradise world of Aliba was packed to capacity with off-duty military personnel of every race in the Empire. Elegant, winged Terrans known as Sirens walked beside grotesque, worm like beasts. On every available surface was projected a rather unusual sight- A battle finished two Terran years ago. The battle that had marked one of the first major losses in the ESUS-Shivan conflict, as well as involving vessels from states scattered throughout the cosmos. The battle where an entire star system had been destroyed.
The spaceports were open to everything and everyone from everywhere on this day of mourning. Countless creatures who would normally have been turned away were already celebrating on the streets by 0300 hours, Terran time. At 0301, the massive speakers that had been installed in every city started up, projecting the voice of the Emperor across nearly the entire world.
"We're all here for one reason. To comemmorate those hours two years ago when billions of lives were destroyed. Should we be sad? We should. Should we still be angry? We should. Should we be drunk and disorderly? We probably shouldn't, but will be anyway.
Because two years ago an alliance was forged in the heat of battle, one that has brought great joy to everyone in the Empire. This is not a day for sadness any longer, now it is a day to celebrate! "
And as soon as the speakers cut out, so did the projection of battle footage. A pair of carriers disgorged hundreds of droid fighters to dogfight above the cities, firing their main cannons as fireworks.
Funny how a sad day can end up with people drunk, dancing and regretting what they did last night.