HISTORY
OF THE END OF THE WORLD
- as we know it –
A
giant interstellar spacecraft was slowly approaching our solar
system. Commander Orlov, the captain of the Imperial Fleet, was in
charge of a galactic operation. Planet Earth had passed several
boundaries and was about to self-destruct. The Empire, as it always
did, would try to safe as much as possible of the sought-after
“substance of life” (dna,lna, chlorophyl, protein, art, slaves,
pets), to be re-used elsewhere in the galaxy.
Operations
like this (harvesting, cleansing and addapting) always drew a lot of
attention, from renegade tribes to remains of pre-Flood entities and
technology).
What
few people know is the fact, that Earth-representatives were in
constant contact with the Empire. Earth was a respected part of a new
and flourishing universe. But due to our own pride and greed Earth
spiralled down, more and more becoming the playground of dark and
evil forces, some alien.
Jian,
the craz monk, was one of the last, who had contact and influence on
high places. It was said, he stood under the direct protection of the
Empress.
FROM
THE CHRONICLES OF ATLAN
On
board of the “Tiamat”.
"
The operation has begun." Orlov repeated the sentence carefully.
It was the best argument he had and even his opponent had in the end
agreed with the goal of this galactic intervention. " So we were
behind the erupting volcanoes on Java." Jian didn't sound
surprised. The Impirial task-force was using equipment that was build
by humans. The Alaska-stated HAARP-installation was pumping billions
of volts into the stratosfeer. Created to manipulate the weather on
the battlefield, the effects had totally gone beserk. Creating
weatherchanges, earthquakes, hurricanes and volcanic eruptions. Still
the experiments went on and the effects spread around the world
creating total chaos. And that was only one of destructive
experiments of the governing Elite, creating another Big Bang and a
human cleansing. Had the point of no return not yet been reached or
lay this phase behind them. And now the forces of the Empire had
stepped in, to make things even worse.
" Commander, you must have heard stories about this sword." He pointed at the sword. " I would like to add a story to it." Some officers present grinned. That's why the Master had a nickname: the Crazy Monk. One reason of the name was, that even in dangerous situaties, the Master Jian was always telling stories, reciting poetry or singing songs.
Orlov's attention had been drawn and he nodded. As if he was presenting a Roman legion the Crazy Monk rose again. " My name is Jian, I am human. This sword's name is named Jian, it bears the essence of this human world and once played an enormous role when our world began.. It is mine by descend and by conquest. But it is broken. In this state his power is fragmented and chaotic." The dominant figure paused. " I know a way to heal this sword. On this planet lives the only craftsman, who can restore the sword and its power." The Master paused again, drawing every-one's attention, he smiled inwardly. " How easy they could be fooled". He turned his head to commander Orlov. " I ask permission to organize a searchparty to find this craftsmen or the necessary technique, before itr is too late and the harvesting of Earth has begun."
This all seemed innocent enough, Orlov thought, but the Master was known for complicated intriques and was a recognized conspiracy-expert. Plans behind plans. But he accepted the importance of the sword for the master, who was about to loose his homeplanet. " If there is no interference with the Emoirial plans," He looked up at the Master, which made him feel uncomfortable, who slowly shook his head, " Then I grant you permission for forming a small searchteam." The Master smiled. " You won't be disappointed. This sword will change my destiny and that of my home-planet's future." That last remark made Orlov uneasy, but Jian being away, did mean a lot less potential turbulence on the mothership. " Meeting closed." , Orlov said. He too thought to know what the near future would bring.
" Commander, you must have heard stories about this sword." He pointed at the sword. " I would like to add a story to it." Some officers present grinned. That's why the Master had a nickname: the Crazy Monk. One reason of the name was, that even in dangerous situaties, the Master Jian was always telling stories, reciting poetry or singing songs.
Orlov's attention had been drawn and he nodded. As if he was presenting a Roman legion the Crazy Monk rose again. " My name is Jian, I am human. This sword's name is named Jian, it bears the essence of this human world and once played an enormous role when our world began.. It is mine by descend and by conquest. But it is broken. In this state his power is fragmented and chaotic." The dominant figure paused. " I know a way to heal this sword. On this planet lives the only craftsman, who can restore the sword and its power." The Master paused again, drawing every-one's attention, he smiled inwardly. " How easy they could be fooled". He turned his head to commander Orlov. " I ask permission to organize a searchparty to find this craftsmen or the necessary technique, before itr is too late and the harvesting of Earth has begun."
This all seemed innocent enough, Orlov thought, but the Master was known for complicated intriques and was a recognized conspiracy-expert. Plans behind plans. But he accepted the importance of the sword for the master, who was about to loose his homeplanet. " If there is no interference with the Emoirial plans," He looked up at the Master, which made him feel uncomfortable, who slowly shook his head, " Then I grant you permission for forming a small searchteam." The Master smiled. " You won't be disappointed. This sword will change my destiny and that of my home-planet's future." That last remark made Orlov uneasy, but Jian being away, did mean a lot less potential turbulence on the mothership. " Meeting closed." , Orlov said. He too thought to know what the near future would bring.
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