The Eternal Swarm
28-12-2008, 10:25
Dear Sirs, Madams, and all the other assorted sexes of the Universe,
Once every few hundred years, The Consortium opens it's doors to guests. Kings, Queens, Emperors, Empresses, princes, princesses Presidents, even diplomatic Ambassadors, these are just a few that RSVP our invites to the annual ball.
This year's celebration centers around an important event, in which we finally cross into an area of research we have never before set foot in, the field of Military Science, and it's practical application.
As you well know, for countless years we have stood for the peaceful pursuit of science, and it's continued benefit for all, regardless of who they are. Rest assured, we won't be stopping our peaceful ends, but as a new threat has arisen, of a kind never before encountered, so too must we arise to the challenge.
We do not take this step lightly, having deliberated over it's taking for several months, and we will not become common arms dealers. We will devote ourselves to the relentless pursuit of The Eternal Swarm, and pledge to never rest, until it's relentless hunger exists as only a memory, for the benefit of every other living thing in the universe.
So come celebrate with us one last time, before we begin our long journey, at 6 P.M., Galactic Standard Time, three weeks from the date on this letter.
- Yours,
Sir Einstein Hawkings, Director of the Consortium
The letter was mailed to only a select few, and not mass-mailed to every wanna be crack tin-pot dictator with two or three of his best buds and a few acres of land to call his own. No the letter was hand-written, several times over, in a fancy flowing script, gold lettering on black silky paper, and mailed to only those who were known to be in positions of real power.
Meanwhile, only one place could ever truly be worthy of hosting the gala event. Consortium Headquarters on Galaxia Prime, which is of course, where the letters were marked as originating from. No one, not even employees and members of the Consortium were allowed on the Consortium owned world of Galaxia Prime very often. It was a very secure location not even marked on any maps, for the world itself was hidden.
To get there, those who chose to attend would be directed to the nearest Consortium Research station, and Trans-shipped to Galaxia Prime.
OOC: Anyone who knows me knows, things are gonna get ugly. A research subject breaks loose, goes even further insane, and attacks the party...
And, yes, it's a Character RP.
Once every few hundred years, The Consortium opens it's doors to guests. Kings, Queens, Emperors, Empresses, princes, princesses Presidents, even diplomatic Ambassadors, these are just a few that RSVP our invites to the annual ball.
This year's celebration centers around an important event, in which we finally cross into an area of research we have never before set foot in, the field of Military Science, and it's practical application.
As you well know, for countless years we have stood for the peaceful pursuit of science, and it's continued benefit for all, regardless of who they are. Rest assured, we won't be stopping our peaceful ends, but as a new threat has arisen, of a kind never before encountered, so too must we arise to the challenge.
We do not take this step lightly, having deliberated over it's taking for several months, and we will not become common arms dealers. We will devote ourselves to the relentless pursuit of The Eternal Swarm, and pledge to never rest, until it's relentless hunger exists as only a memory, for the benefit of every other living thing in the universe.
So come celebrate with us one last time, before we begin our long journey, at 6 P.M., Galactic Standard Time, three weeks from the date on this letter.
- Yours,
Sir Einstein Hawkings, Director of the Consortium
The letter was mailed to only a select few, and not mass-mailed to every wanna be crack tin-pot dictator with two or three of his best buds and a few acres of land to call his own. No the letter was hand-written, several times over, in a fancy flowing script, gold lettering on black silky paper, and mailed to only those who were known to be in positions of real power.
Meanwhile, only one place could ever truly be worthy of hosting the gala event. Consortium Headquarters on Galaxia Prime, which is of course, where the letters were marked as originating from. No one, not even employees and members of the Consortium were allowed on the Consortium owned world of Galaxia Prime very often. It was a very secure location not even marked on any maps, for the world itself was hidden.
To get there, those who chose to attend would be directed to the nearest Consortium Research station, and Trans-shipped to Galaxia Prime.
OOC: Anyone who knows me knows, things are gonna get ugly. A research subject breaks loose, goes even further insane, and attacks the party...
And, yes, it's a Character RP.