| Gaining the Upper Hand. (Part I); The Rise of the Dark Gods. | |
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| Solarian | May 26 2009, 12:00 AM Post #1 |
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"It's about time we let him out. He's been cooped up there for who-knows how long!" Two Dark Ones were arguing, that much was sure. About what, one would have to listen instead of passing by- if there was anyone else in the room to listen in, that is. The occupancy level of the room was very low with only twelve people total, five of which were guards or military members; the rest were of the Ministry of the Dark Gods Sect. And of course, there was one very special person in this group; The current and only Psionic of the entire Dark Ones race. He had been a long kept secret. No-one knew about his abilities, and many in the Ministry feared him; but he showed promise. They wanted to get him onto the playing field of the council meetings. They would use him, as every Psionic had been used in the past. The only difference being that this time the Psionic wouldn't get out of hand. There was no way he could; there would be no uprising for people to want to follow him for. But for this to work they would have to let his abilities become known. Everyone always flocked to the side of the Psionic. Those that didn't quickly met their end in the mostly bloody conflict that followed. This would be just like any other time; the fear of death would drive people to believe, and those that believed war would save them would gladly sacrifice their lives. But for now... Nothing would stop them. They had already had him attend meetings in the past; he knew many of the secrets of all of the councilors, thanks to his telepathic abilities. Now it was the time to bring them to light, and for them to resign their commissions from the council. Then... Well, the Dark Gods Sect would become the new and greatest main sect of them all. Even the Crusaders would have to follow their will. But, back to the argument. They were arguing over if now really was the time. "If we rush this, we could end up losing our lives." "We have the people necessary for the uprising. We can place him into the Council of 9, and we can put him straight into the Masters seat. It's the perfect plan!" "But what if something goes wrong, what if the council doesn't buy into this?" "Then we'll kill him, for misleading us. It's as simple as that." "Shh! Quiet, he'll hear you!" "By now he's already read my mind, it's useless. Now lets get going, the Vraika- a bar I Know- has really good drinks." "I'm part of the Dark Apostle Sect now, I can't drink." "Well, too bad for you. Always with the new sects for you. Always." Edited by Solarian, May 26 2009, 12:03 AM.
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| Solarian | May 29 2009, 01:25 AM Post #2 |
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It had been done! The council was easily brought down to its knees. It was more than easily broadcast across the flotilla's and planets, as few of them as there were, that there was a new era to be had. Even the Crusaders couldn't do anything but bow down. The emergence ((not misspelled)) elections were quickly and thoroughly rushed and put into affect. The new Council of 9, made up of nothing but supporters of the Sect of the Dark Gods, watched and re-watched their victories. "Now, is there any new business for the day?" "Yes! The Sect of the Dark Gods has new business for all of the councils. We wish to bring forth our newest Councilor, the Council Member-" "Oh, skip past this part! They just begin to ask boring questions after this!" "Fine, fine." "What are you saying, that each and every councilor in here has done something wrong?" "We are saying just that; and we have the only proof necessary. You see, the new Council Member is the one and only Psionic of the Fifteenth Age of Expansion. This means that not only will the new age come to be; The Fourth Age of Revelations, but that we shall begin a new era of politics! Nothing can hide from a Psionic. And now, he shall list all of your foul deeds!" "Skip past this part too, we've seen it way too many times already." "But I like this part!" "It's so boring though, agreed Sria'ra?" "Agreed. Skipping." "Well, it seems that... we really have no choice but to back down. There are no other options left. Who do you choose to lead in our stead?" "We choose the New Council Member, Fi-" "I'm bored of this. End it already, we know what happened next. Psionic-boy over there gets to be head of all that is Dark." "Indeed, this has become tiresome." "Well, I'm going to the Club. Anyone want to come with me?" "I've decided to drop my new obsession sect, I need something to help me unwind. I thought for sure this would all fall through!" "Indeed. Hey, Psi-boy, don't forget to put away the holo-tapes." "Of course, as you wish." Was all he said. His black-with-red-highlights fur shook as he shuddered when they walked out. He took the remote, and pressed play for just a quick moment. "-rain. Firain of 'Firefly', Firain of Amaraikor, Firain of Central 5 District, Firain of the Dark Prophecy!" "Very well. Your title, Firain of the Dark Prophecy, shall go down for all time. Pray that your prophecy comes true." He sighed. Sometimes he didn't think anyone would believe him if he told them that it would; soon, very soon. But what was he to do? He had no say what-so-ever. He was merely 16 cycles old; a youngling by many standards. Sure, he was the head councilor, but in truth he held little to no power; until the prophecy came true, or he was able to rally the people necessary, he wouldn't have that power. "Dark gods, save me... I pray to thee... Save me." He projected his thought out as far as possible... [INVITING THE KHAI SUZERAINTY FOR OPTIONAL RESPONSE IN THIS THREAD, ANY RESPONSE IS ALLOWED AS LONG AS IT'S IC!] |
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| The Khai Suzerainty | May 29 2009, 02:06 AM Post #3 |
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The great mind of the Ith bristled. Until that moment, it had been slowly digesting a rebellious town, hearing the comforting cries of the dying resonate across the mental expanse, feeling their pain (and them feeling it feeling their pain) in a calming feedback loop of sorts. But something had startled it. A voice. Faint, unreadable, but most definitely intelligent. No matter. It was not the Mouth, nor a Priest, and while interesting, it therefore had no bearing. |
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| Solarian | May 30 2009, 03:24 AM Post #4 |
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The age of Revelations had been declared. Everything had been set into motion. A new fleet had been commissioned and built up. It would be sent to a nearby star-system, where they were sure there was intelligent life. It was merely now up to this fleet to determine this, and up to this fleet what to do with them. Their actions would be dictated by the council, once they returned with their report of course. "Firain, Master Councilor of the Council of Nine, has given this fleet the will of the Dark Gods. Unfortunately he has taken ill, and cannot fully give the proper commemoration speech. For now, we shall have to settle for these words; The Dark Gods will be watching and judging you. Do what is right." That was the extent of the message from one of the Ministers of the Dark Gods Sect. |
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