Lord Sumguy
13-06-2008, 20:51
OOC: will probably edit to add more later.
The Hegemonic System, Planet H7:
The lone man trudged slowly through snow a foot deep, as the wind howled agaisnt him and the falling snow obscured the three moons shining above. Encased in many layers of clothing, the man was nonethless chilled to the bone, and would develop frostbite soon if he did not get out of the weather. Frostbite would be a small price to pay, thought the Reverend John Wall, for today I shall witness a miracle, the second coming of the Liberator.
He stopped in frnt of a snowbank and pressed a small cross-shaped button on the sleeve of his overcoat. The clothing was white, the insignia of the Abrahamic League emblazoned upon the back. He was one of the organization's leaders. For millenia the League had survived through making itself untraceable, operating in secret it had endured the ravages of time. This planet had been chosen for just such a purpose, It was barren, perpetually cold, and contained few natural resources. Nothing grew above ground, and it was sparsely populated. Within this wasteland the League had hidden, as they had done in many other worlds like it. Hidden and waited, preparing to reclaim the people that were once theirs. Today, John thought, We begin upon the path to greatness once again. Today, we shall begin the liberation.
As he pressed the button, lights began to flash in the snow. A steel panel on the ground slowly opened, revealing stairs leading downward. At the end of the stairs was a door to an underground complex. The Reverend stood in front of the door as his retinas were scanned. After a moment, it opened, and he stepped inside.
After entering, he was immediately grabbed by an exited scientist, who began pulling him down a long hall. "Thank the Almighty you are here, sir." Dr. Frederick Booker said. "We are waking him now."
"Was it succesful, doctor?" Wall asked as they approached a door.
Booker smiled as he turned the handle. "The memory and brain-pattern transfer went better than we could have hoped. He's perfect."
as the door opened, the room was revealed to contain a group of doctors and AL officers gathered around an operating table. Upon the table lay a 28-year-old Lord Sumguy. The body near exactly matached that of the fist Hegemon, though it was different in anuymber of ways. The form seemed to have been altered slightly, the structure improved. The man laying upon the table seemed to be near physically perfect, an ideal figure.
Wall and Booker walked to join the small crowd, looking at the figure upon the table. One doctor was sitting nearby at a computer. "He should be coming out of it any moment now." He said to the room at large. Several moments later, the man on the table opened his eyes.
Lord Sumguy sat up, looking at the men around him. They were bowing, on their knees before him. "Where am I?" He asked.
"You are within a base of the Abrahamic League, my lord." Wall said.
Lord Sumguy looked at him quizzically. "Have I met you before? You seem oddly familiar."
Wall smiled. "I am a partial clone of your old bodyguard, sir."
"Partial clone? What on earth are you talking about?"
A doctor stood up, as a monitor on the wall lit up. "Much has changed since you were last alive, sir. Please, let us explain."
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The Hegemonic System, Planet H3, one week later:
The Hegemon Nathaniel XII smiled sadistically from his throne as he watched his Royal Guard drag three men towards him. "Well, well, what do we have here?" He asked, standing up as the three men were forced to face him. He slowly bagan walking towards them. "Spies of the Abrahamic League, caught passing information of my government's activity. I am afraid that is both treason and aiding a terrorist organization, gentlemen. You know the sentence for such crimes against the Hegemony, I presume?"
One of the three began laughing, and the Hegemon paused. "Is something funny to you my dear sir?" He walked over to the man, studying his face. After a moment he smiled. "A partial clone of Archbishop Claxton, head of the Abrahamic League in the infancy of the Hegemony. Tell me, how does it feel to be an incomplete imitation of someone long dead?"
The man kept laughing. "It matters not what you do to us, your reign shall soon end. The true Hegemon has returned."
Nathans face went white. "What?! Do you mean that you actually... Captain, take these men to the holding facility and make them tell you everything they know, through any means neccesary."
The man continued to laugh, "I'm afraid we wont be telling you aanything." He said, as he and his two companions bit down upon capsules of poison hidden in their teeth. Within a minute they were dead.
"Sir, are you alright?" The Captain of the Guard asked, seeing that the Hegemon was trembling.
"Captain, eradicate the Abrahamic League. Hunt every last one of them down, wherever they may be hiding, and kill them all. Go to any expense you must, use any methods necessary, just destroy them. We had thought them to be a negligable threat, I fear we were wrong." Nathan said, leaning agaisnt his throne for support.
"Yes sir." the captain replied. He and his men picked up the bodies of the three prisoners and left, wondering how on earth he was to complete a task as near-impossible as the one he had just been assigned.
The Hegemon stared at the statue of Lord Sumguy in the center of the massive hall, nearly overwhelmed by fear, trying to convince himself that there was no need to be afraid. No, it cant be, it isn't possible. It's just an old legend. Superstition and myth, nothing more.
The Hegemonic System, Planet H7:
The lone man trudged slowly through snow a foot deep, as the wind howled agaisnt him and the falling snow obscured the three moons shining above. Encased in many layers of clothing, the man was nonethless chilled to the bone, and would develop frostbite soon if he did not get out of the weather. Frostbite would be a small price to pay, thought the Reverend John Wall, for today I shall witness a miracle, the second coming of the Liberator.
He stopped in frnt of a snowbank and pressed a small cross-shaped button on the sleeve of his overcoat. The clothing was white, the insignia of the Abrahamic League emblazoned upon the back. He was one of the organization's leaders. For millenia the League had survived through making itself untraceable, operating in secret it had endured the ravages of time. This planet had been chosen for just such a purpose, It was barren, perpetually cold, and contained few natural resources. Nothing grew above ground, and it was sparsely populated. Within this wasteland the League had hidden, as they had done in many other worlds like it. Hidden and waited, preparing to reclaim the people that were once theirs. Today, John thought, We begin upon the path to greatness once again. Today, we shall begin the liberation.
As he pressed the button, lights began to flash in the snow. A steel panel on the ground slowly opened, revealing stairs leading downward. At the end of the stairs was a door to an underground complex. The Reverend stood in front of the door as his retinas were scanned. After a moment, it opened, and he stepped inside.
After entering, he was immediately grabbed by an exited scientist, who began pulling him down a long hall. "Thank the Almighty you are here, sir." Dr. Frederick Booker said. "We are waking him now."
"Was it succesful, doctor?" Wall asked as they approached a door.
Booker smiled as he turned the handle. "The memory and brain-pattern transfer went better than we could have hoped. He's perfect."
as the door opened, the room was revealed to contain a group of doctors and AL officers gathered around an operating table. Upon the table lay a 28-year-old Lord Sumguy. The body near exactly matached that of the fist Hegemon, though it was different in anuymber of ways. The form seemed to have been altered slightly, the structure improved. The man laying upon the table seemed to be near physically perfect, an ideal figure.
Wall and Booker walked to join the small crowd, looking at the figure upon the table. One doctor was sitting nearby at a computer. "He should be coming out of it any moment now." He said to the room at large. Several moments later, the man on the table opened his eyes.
Lord Sumguy sat up, looking at the men around him. They were bowing, on their knees before him. "Where am I?" He asked.
"You are within a base of the Abrahamic League, my lord." Wall said.
Lord Sumguy looked at him quizzically. "Have I met you before? You seem oddly familiar."
Wall smiled. "I am a partial clone of your old bodyguard, sir."
"Partial clone? What on earth are you talking about?"
A doctor stood up, as a monitor on the wall lit up. "Much has changed since you were last alive, sir. Please, let us explain."
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The Hegemonic System, Planet H3, one week later:
The Hegemon Nathaniel XII smiled sadistically from his throne as he watched his Royal Guard drag three men towards him. "Well, well, what do we have here?" He asked, standing up as the three men were forced to face him. He slowly bagan walking towards them. "Spies of the Abrahamic League, caught passing information of my government's activity. I am afraid that is both treason and aiding a terrorist organization, gentlemen. You know the sentence for such crimes against the Hegemony, I presume?"
One of the three began laughing, and the Hegemon paused. "Is something funny to you my dear sir?" He walked over to the man, studying his face. After a moment he smiled. "A partial clone of Archbishop Claxton, head of the Abrahamic League in the infancy of the Hegemony. Tell me, how does it feel to be an incomplete imitation of someone long dead?"
The man kept laughing. "It matters not what you do to us, your reign shall soon end. The true Hegemon has returned."
Nathans face went white. "What?! Do you mean that you actually... Captain, take these men to the holding facility and make them tell you everything they know, through any means neccesary."
The man continued to laugh, "I'm afraid we wont be telling you aanything." He said, as he and his two companions bit down upon capsules of poison hidden in their teeth. Within a minute they were dead.
"Sir, are you alright?" The Captain of the Guard asked, seeing that the Hegemon was trembling.
"Captain, eradicate the Abrahamic League. Hunt every last one of them down, wherever they may be hiding, and kill them all. Go to any expense you must, use any methods necessary, just destroy them. We had thought them to be a negligable threat, I fear we were wrong." Nathan said, leaning agaisnt his throne for support.
"Yes sir." the captain replied. He and his men picked up the bodies of the three prisoners and left, wondering how on earth he was to complete a task as near-impossible as the one he had just been assigned.
The Hegemon stared at the statue of Lord Sumguy in the center of the massive hall, nearly overwhelmed by fear, trying to convince himself that there was no need to be afraid. No, it cant be, it isn't possible. It's just an old legend. Superstition and myth, nothing more.