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The HorsemenTribes arrived from a distant galaxy

HorsemenTribes
25-11-2006, 09:44
When we disembarked from the enormous inter-galactic colony vessels, our people had lived and died many generations during the long journey from our distant home galaxy. We had thus forgotten how to use the strange automated technology of our spacecrafts upon which we had blindly depended for so long.

So we blended into the landscape of this planet called "earth" and found strange beasts upon the vast "Siberian" plains the local inhabbitants called "horses". These local inhabitants, who called themselves "human", showed us how to ride these horses, and in return for our strange metal objects from our spaceships we purchased many, many herds.

We also learned how to survive the harsh environment of the empty plains with help from the local humans. We fashioned our clothes and armor after them, and learned their ways. We learned how to raise livestock and fashion 'leather' from the skins of elk, deer, and cattle, making harnesses with which to tame even more of the many strange beasts of the lands.

Having learned what we needed from the humans, we wished to stop trading our strange metals from our spacecrafts, but these humans had grown to depend on our trade, and thus turned on us and attacked us to steal the remnants of our spaceships from us. They came in vast waves of armies wearing armor fashioned from the very metals we had traded with them.

We had been betrayed, and thus vengefully we lashed out upon these humans. We fashioned "stirrups" with which we could stabilize ourselves when we shot our arrows against them. With the most dense of our spaceships' metals we tipped our arrows. They easily punctured the armor of their sturdiest and most reknowned warriors.

We soon realized that we had a vast military superiority against the humans, because their horsemen did not have stirrups. Where they fell off their horses, we remained saddled. And where their horsemen had to stop and shoot their arrows, our horsemen could shoot with accuracy while riding at a gallop. When in close-combant with infantry, they were horrified to see that because of our stirrups we could fight them without dismounting. We lashed down upon them powerful blows with our swords while secured by our stirrups, high in our saddles.

Although small in number, we decimated their armies. We stained our flags with their blood and rampaged across the plains for over a hundred of their "earth" years.

When we felt our vengence had been fullfilled, we retreated back to our homeland we had named xenoland, and attempted to relearn the ancient technology our fore-fathers had used to bring us here.

For nearly 2000 years we remained secluded in the barren wastes of the endless Siberian plains, our society kept secret from you humans while we studied and tried to relearn the ancient technology. That is, until now.

Try as we did, we could not fathom the ancients' technology and could not reconstruct our spacecrafts. Little by little, our nation's numbers dwindled as those who had lost all hope of us ever repairing our spaceships left our society and inter-mingled with the humans.

As a result of this inter-minling, over the centuries the humans gradually became more like us genetically - to the extent that they became able to develop new technologies themselves, technologies even beyond our own capability or understanding.

In fact, while they developed weapons that could destroy entire cities in a flash, we in our seclusion lived in the ancient ways, still riding our horses and herding our livestock on the plains.

The humans, however, waged massive wars against themselves with their new technologies, wars that on more than one occasion threatened to destroy their way of life completely. When they came to an awareness that warring amoungst themselves with their new abominable war technolgies would destroy them all, they finally stopped and attempted to demilitarize their world, undergoing a vast de-armament campaign of the most heinous of their technologies: nuclear weapons.

However, the process was fraught with political stalling and the de-arming of their nulcear weapons is still today not even close to being completed. Moreover, they have developed even more abominable technologies which cause disease amoung their own populations. Pollution, chemicals, and various forms of substances they injest afflict vast numbers of them with various new diseases. The cures they develop for these diseases cause mutations amoung the micro-organisms of the planet, which in tern causes and thus new viral diseases to afflict them. Viral pan-demics threaten to kill nearly half of their population.

Yet still they do not stop their process of self-destruction. In fact they are only accelerating it.

Eventhough a period of relative peace and quiet finally had come over them during the late 20th century, they still continued their manufacturing process using "fossil fuel", as they called it. In essence their post-wartime consumerism and materialism-based economies produced an enormous increase of green-house gasses in their atmosphere, causing the warming of temperatures throughout their world. The result is melting polar ice-caps, flooding of their coastal areas, desertification of the interior of their continents, and turbulant atmospheric storms in their ocieans - all because of their production of luxury goods.

As we have witnessed them undergo this process of self-destruction over the millenia, we have hastened our research into the technology of our ancestors, trying with even greater urgency to find a way to leave this planet.

However, in this their year of 2006, their flagrant destruction of the planet has begun to threaten our ability to finish our research into our ancestors' technology. We have thus come out of our seclusion to offer you "humans" an ultimatum:

Immediately stop and find a way to reverse the trend of your destruction of your own planet or we will lash out and make you stop.

In our secluded region of Xenoland in the vast Siberian plain where we first landed on your world, we have adhered to the ancient and time-tested way of life: hunting and fishing in moderation, living nomadic, peaceful lives in balance with nature.

We urge your to join our way of life, and thereby save your planet from yourselves.

The more who join us, the longer we will have to complete our research and thus leave your world.

It is in all of you humans' best interest! It is only logical that you join us! The sooner we do, the sooner we will leave.

However, if you continue in your irrationality and madness and thus hundering our ability to leave this planet, we will destroy you.

If you refuse to join us, we will have little choice but to stain our flags with your blood once again, as we did in antiquity.

We will ride into your civilization and destroy the means by which you destroy yourselves.

Don't you see that this is for the good of your own people? So join us!

To join us is to destroy those who will destroy your world! So defend it! Join us!

Our goal will be to stop the destruction of this planet so that we may have the time we need to complete our research and leave it. After we have finished our research, those of you who are left will be free to revert back to you old ways and destroy yourselves if you wish.

Or you could come with us!

When we have completed our research, we will happily take you all with us to a new promised land in a galaxy far away.

Those of you who come with us, will find that the new inter-galactic colony ships that we have been constructing over the passed 2000 years are very luxurious and spacious, with many tropical habitat sections which are essentially just like the Garden of Eden spoken of in your ancient myths.

For some reason, over the millenia that we have been stranded here on your planet, we have become genetically compatible with you humans. Also, we are very, very sexy. ;)

But, alas, to those of you who refuse to live our sustainable way of life and continue destroying this your only planet, be assured that you will be destroyed.

Your technology will not deter us.

This is your ultimatum. Consider you humans both welcomed to join us and warned of your demise if you don't.
Oslea
25-11-2006, 10:38
OOC: How is this message being delivered? E-mail? Oh, and welcome to NationStates.

IC:

The young man monitoring messages at the Oslean International Intelligence Agency called his boss over.

"Hey yo boss, some guy smoking weed sent us a message."

"Lemme read that...HA HA HA!! Nothin' like a Mongolian smoking weed to liven up your day! Do what you want with it, I'm not going to consider this a classified communique. Heck, send it to a website or something, the world's gonna crack up over this."

The young man sent the message to his friends and his friends sent it to their friends, effectively creating a chain. Now over a million people knew of the message, and they were not taking it seriously. On Midnight Hour Live, Oslea's top weekend late-night show, someone made a spoof of Borat, changing it into Borat: Cultural Learnings of Earth to Make Benefit Glorious People of Xenoland. It was a cartoon of Borat, making fun of fat Mongolians, apparently doing drugs, that are going on and on about Star Wars and various other Sci-Fi flicks, and with the Mongolians apparently living in a flying saucer.

The HorsemenTribes message to the Human race had been ridiculed. The message, intended to be serious, was now a laughingstock.
HorsemenTribes
27-11-2006, 13:21
Early in the morning before the first battle the HorsemenTribes would wage in over 2000 years, the General of the Army Varra Keeram sat in her saddle atop the cliff overlooking the plain below - the plain filled with concrete settlements - a "city" as such places where then called.

She saw from a great distance the owl Hao flying towards her. It brought news of whether or not the city would yield to the HorsemenTribes' sizeable force.

Upon seeing the familiar red flash of the rubby in Varra's crown, the owl dipped down towards her - its master - from out of the bright blue midday sky. Hao addored Varra, and anticipated her gentle, rough touch fluttering its feathers and massaging its neck after a long flight from the edge of the world.

Finally Hao turned and glided in long arching circles down and landed on her outstretched, thick-hide gloved forearm. Hao waited patiently as Varra secured its claws with the leather cord.

Hao had been Varra's - and Varra Hao's - for over 20 years. Their bound was deep; their souls intertwined. They understood each other without speaking.

Varra reached into her sachel and took out a morsel - a rat she'd killed earlier in the morning, when it had awakened her, scurrying around in her tent at dawn. She had killed it with the dagger she kept in her wrist-sheath for such purposes amoung others.

When she had killed it she saw that the rat had been pure white with blue eyes, one of the sort she had seen only in her dreams. She had gutted the creature and examined its entrails in hopes it might decipher her the reply of the message she had sent the enemy of the world.

But the reply had been ambiguous. So she had sent Hao.

It gobbled it down and craned its neck around to see the army - 200,000 riders with bows and swords, all clad in leather armor.

It would be an easy victory, but should they attack? What was the reply from the world?

What was the response to our ultimatum, Hao? Varra's mind motioned her thoughts to the bird .

She lowered the owl Hao down in front of her to look in its eyes, and see what it had seen - flashes of ambivalence, apathy, mockery towards the horsementribes.

Varra could hear the curses and the laughter around the world while looking into the eyes of Hao. She had seen enough. She shut her eyes in dismay.

"Harras!", she called her first lutenant colonel, who promptly trotted his horse up beside her.

"Yes, General?", he said, saluting, motioning his mind to his subordinates tocome to attention. The sound of the rank of 10,000 lutenants echoed for a long moment - too long she thought to herself.

"We shall use the uranium arrows."

"Yes, General, but won't that kill everyone, even the inocent?"

"I know it is unfortunate," she said, lowering her eyes from him and recalling the visciousness of the mockery she had beheld in the eyes of Hao, and then she looked up again, confidence glaring, burning, "but we must set an example. In the end it will save lives. Other cities will surrender to us without resistance when they see what we can do to them."

"I see your strategy, General, and I somewhat agree with it. In the end, they will have seen that we can destroy them, but, with all due respect, will they have seen that they will destroy themselves if we do not?"

It was a good point. What lesson would they learn if the horsementribes simply destroyed them all. She was uncertain. There were children, many children, and it was a cowardly tactic to use.

"Wait. I have changed my mind. We will ride in and destroy them with the sword. And make sure it is only the adults - all those over 18 years of age. Then they will know that it is the adult generation which we hold to blame for the destruction of the world, not the children. In the children, we still hold hope."

"Yes, General. It is a noble philosophy to follow, but many of our horsemen will die. ... Are you sure, General?"

"I am sure. And our darkmatter armor is impervious to their steel, what do they call them - "bullets"?. Inform the army we will dorn our darkmatter breastplates, leggings, helm, gauntlets and shield. They are to take only the one sword. Tell them to whisper their horses into spirit-form for the assault so they don't detect our approach. Inform the army."

"Yes, sir."

And she looked out over the dust-bowl which was their "city", and despised it. But she could not despise them, not the people within, at least not the children.

She looked into the eyes of Hao.

We shall spare only your children.

And she released it to fly into the dusk.