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by Shadow, 21:41 8-21-2556Pacing around the briefing room aboard the Capital Ship Escobar, Engineer Frederick Bison looked in awe at what he was seeing on the multiple screens in front of him. He was watching various battles that have been fought for the past 15 years. That’s how long the Eight Galactic War had gone on. Factions have died and others have arisen, some have been here since the dawn of time and some are clinging to existence.
Flicking the screens off Frederick turned to his associates and said, “War, it is such a lovely thing. Most people don’t like it, but I sure do. You see, the thing about war is that it is veeeerrrrryyyyyy entertaining. Especially if your not in it and don't care about the outcome. I have been pretty bored lately. Since this year old footage there hasn't been much fighting going on and that annoys me. In fact it really annoys me. But all isn't lost.....no...no....I have this plan, or should I say this invention...that will take me back to my happy place. War shall commence once more. I shall make it so. To wage war is human nature. It is only fitting that I, Frederick Bison, should incite it. Mmwwaahahahahaah!!!!!”
*Aboard Flagship Currency in the Commonwealth Armada*
“Sir, here are the hourly finance reports from yesterday,” said the secretary.
Looking over the report, Admiral Lucas Credit replied, “What is this! The national income is down 0.0034 percent. This is preposterous! Raise the taxes in sectors 14-25 by 12%. “Surely you are overreacting sir. Raising taxes that high would cause the people to riot,” said the secretary. “If they riot then impose martial law,” replied the admiral.
“But sir…… “WHAT is my last name?” asked the admiral. “Cre…Credit,” replied the secretary. “What do I love most in this world?” asked the admiral. “Credits,” said the secretary feebly. “And what have I given my life to attain?” the admiral asked. “Credits…sir,” the secretary replied. “Exactly, and that is why I rule this wealthy nation we know as the Commonwealth,” stated the Admiral.
A Lieutenant rushed into the room. Panting he said, “Sir, the entire armada has just been sucked into a wormhole. “What,” the admiral boomed. “Where did it come from?” “We don’t know sir,” replied the Lieutenant. “It just popped up in front of us. We don…” “What galaxy are we in?” asked the Admiral. “Well that’s the thing sir. We have no idea. The universal navigator has gone haywire and none of the maps are telling us anything. There doesn’t seem to be anyway back. I think we’re stranded.” After hearing him the admiral bellowed for hours locked in his cabin, worrying about his lost fortune. When he came out he had one thing on his mind. To kill whoever was responsible for this!
* Onboard the Flagship Hedondria in the Alliance Armada*
“Tonight's bout is for the Galactic Alliance Fighting championship,” said the ring announcer. “In this corner weighing 205 pounds is the challenger out of Altaris Prime, Joe “Light's Out” Mason. And in this corner, He is your Galactic Alliance Champion who is undefeated in professional fighting.”
“Prodigy, Prodigy, Prodigy, Prodigy,” shouts the fans.
“Weighing 210 pounds your champion Mike “The Prodigy” Johnson!” said the announcer. At this the champion went to the center of the ring and did a pose with his hands spread open. The fans erupted in screams of joy. One of these fans was the General of the Alliance Armada, Caden Knox.
“There is no way Joe Mason has got a chance of beating Mike Johnson,” screamed the General to his associate. “Mason is going to get mauled.”
“I'm sure it will be a good fight sir,” replied the associate. “This ships readings appear to be normal.”
“Yeah, yeah, why don't you put that hunk of junk away?” asked the General as the ring bell rung. “Don't you see that you got a quality beat down about to happen.”
“Sir, it is essential that at least one of us pays attention to what is going on with the armada,” replied the associate.
“Whatever, what’s the worst that could happen?” asked the general? Suddenly the ship lurched. Mike lost his balance and Joe Mason took advantage and hit Mike square in the jaw. Mike dropped like a sac of rice. He was knocked out cold.
“Your winner and NEW Galactic Alliance fighting champion Joe “Lights Out” Mason. Boo's erupted from the fans. Everyone saw what happened and knew that that was a cheap shot. “No freaking way did that just happened!” screamed the general. “When I find who is responsible for this.......”
“Sir the......” said the associate.
“I'm going to rip their head off. Who is at the ship bridge?” asked the General.
“GENERAL CADEN KNOX!” screamed the associate.
“What?” the general screamed back.
“The ship navigation has gone haywire,” said the associate. “I am getting reports that we got sucked into a wormhole that appeared out of the sky.” “This is no time for jokes,” replied the General.
“This is no joke. I swear. We are stranded in another galaxy with no clue where we are or how to get back.” said the associate.
“Back to the bridge, double time.” commanded the General. “We got some shit to sort out.”
* Aboard the Battleship Arkshar in the Association Armada *
“What are your thought’s on the new battleship we have developed Mr. President.,” asked head researcher Dr. William Matthews.
“I’d say that it is just the ship design we are looking for,” the President replied. “With the new armor we just synthesized and the innovative shield technology we researched, it should be a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield. Gone are the days when a battalion of fighters could take down a battleship. Now begins a new era in modern warfare.”
“But sir,” said William. “With the new peace treaty that was agreed upon how will the other factions reacts to this new development.”
“What the other factions don’t know won’t hurt them,” the President replied. “How long do you think this peace will last, Dr. Matthews? How long will it be before some ruler gets greedy or for some accident to occur? The answer is that we don’t know. It could be tomorrow or it could be five years from now. But when it does happen you will be sure that The Association will be ready for it. I, Lionel Dent, shall make it so.”
“Attention! Attention! Hyper Drive Initiated!” said the computers voice.
“What’s going on William?” asked the president. “Why are we entering hyper drive?”
“It seems like we have entered a wormhole of some sort,” replied the doctor from a computer.
“Where did it take us to?” asked the President.
“It’s some unknown galaxy,” the doctor replied.
“Could this be some plot from one of the other factions,” the president thought to himself. “Seems like war might come sooner than even I expected, rally the generals to me. It seems like we got work to do.”
* Aboard the Prayer ship Sunrise in the Unitology Armada*
Prime Minister Dende walked the halls of the temple reflecting on the recent peace talks between the factions. “Things had gone well for the most part,” thought Dende. “They had all agreed to a ceasefire and the updated galactic boundaries were now set. The only thing left now is for the factions to take their armadas to the intergalactic junkyard to be scrapped and recycled. They all agreed that if true peace was to be obtained then a vast amount of the military would have to be decommissioned. Dende was more worried about the soldiers returning back to society and living a normal life. Civil unrest will surely occur and could threaten the economy that the mighty Unitos had given them.”
Kneeling in front of the altar Dende prepared himself for the noon prayer. It will also give him time to relax and meditate before he has to continue with his duties. Dende breathed in the aroma from the incense that he just lit and calmly closed his eyes. He was soon in a trancelike state, one that proved useful to him in the past. It was in this state that he was able to decide what was best for his people. It was in this state that he discovered a way to end the galactic war. It is because of the importance of this that he locked the door every time he came here to pray.
It is in this state that Dende saw what was to come. He saw the factions fighting once more. He saw more bloodshed than ever before. He saw treaties broken, allies betrayed, and the death of millions. It is in this vision he saw the figure of a man; a man whom he could not recognize. The shadow was laughing hysterically at what lay before him in the ravine. He was sure he was the one responsible for all this. Dende looked into the ravine and gasped. What lay below him was a pit of dead bodies farther than he could see; the bodies of innocent civilians that were killed in the battle. This man, this wretched man, was...........BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Someone was banging on the prayer room door. Dende hobbled to the door and opened it for those that were frantically trying to get in and said, “May Unitos help us all......”
(Crimson Moon Accord)
*Aboard the Crimson Colossus Requiem in the CMA Armada*
Amwalik Patero awakened from his slumber smiling at the events that had occurred the day before. All for of the human factions had arrived at the unknown galaxy just like they had. Now being sucked into the random wormhole isn’t as bad as it first seemed. Long ago were the days when humans and the crimson moon accord happily shared galaxies together. Long ago was the time when the CMA was betrayed and hunted down by humans. The people of the CMA were forced to flee by the very humans they helped survive. Humans that they once trusted, humans they considered their friends. Now fate had brought them back together once more. Face to face with the ones who caused the dark ages for the entire CMA. Revenge is Sweet………
* A vid screen conversation between Frederick Bison and the Faction Leaders*
“Welcome o great faction leaders and ministers. I see that we have ourselves quite a predicament now don’t we,” said Bison.
“You bet we do jackass!” said General Caden Knox from the alliance.
With an unwavering smile Frederick mute Knox's audio and continued, “There is no need for that type of temper Mr. Knox. I will not take anymore interruptions. I'm sure you all want to know why you have been brought here. Well it is simple. This Galaxy is called Iota Chi. it is a distant galaxy on the edge of the universe light years away from any modern civilization. There are no wormholes to take you back from which you came. To even attempt a journey through open space shall be suicide. You would wander the universe forever. The only choice you have, no....the only thing you can do is fight. Fight and destroy all the opposing factions. Only then will I supply you with a means of travel that will get you back to your native land. HHAHAHAHAHAHA.”
“You can't do this. This isn't right,” complained the Lucas Credit, leader of the commonwealth.
“I can do whatever I please. Who's going to stop me,” Bison replied. “I can travel anywhere in the universe, you won't ever be able to catch me.”
“It is a wormhole creator of some kind,” said Amwalik Patero mastermind of the Crimson Moon Accord. “The thing you used to bring us all here.”
“Seems like we have a smart one eh,” Replied Bison. “It is precisely so, I have developed a device that generates a wormhole for me anywhere I want. This is the device for which you must fight for.”
“And what if we refuse,” said Lionel Dent president of the Association.
“Then you all die,” said Bison slyly. “I shall create an unstable wormhole that will suck this entire galaxy from existence. Taking whatever is nearby with it. It is your choice. You must understand
I....I am a warmongeror. Not a fake wannabe but a true one. You see, I'm obsessed with war. It's like a wife that I can't live without. War completes me and I want to do NOTHING MORE THAN TO WATCH YOU ALL RIPPING EACH OTHER TO SHREDS!!!!!
“But why us; why must the people of the Unitology be forced to fight against our will? Why must we fight?” asked Prime Minister Dende.
“Why, you ask?” said Frederick, “because nothing is more entertaining than Warring Factions.”
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