by Insanity test on Tue Aug 14, 2007 3:14 am
Here's another. I've posted it on the inkwell, but I'm not certain how it works and I may have got it wrong, so I'll post it here as well!
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This was a primitive world, It's inhabitants convinced of their own uniqueness and self worth. He hadn't wanted this, but they wouldn't listen. They believed in independent evolution, that each society needed to find their own feet. But he knew otherwise; he knew that this race, like so many others, would reach the galactic scale only to find it alien territory, to be punished for trespass and most likely the use of banned propulsion systems. An intrepid, young race, punched in the face by a possessive older neighbour. They would probably fight. They wouldn't realise the vastness of their enemy and would commit suicide, eradicated under the dangerous races act.
So he would give them a helping hand, these humans. He would give them a chance to be the equals of the older races. So that he might prevent the annihilation of yet another species. He would give them the key to equality.
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The King looked down from his throne of shimmering energy. He loved his position almost as much as he loved his title - an ancient word whose origins were lost in the mists of time. But as far as he knew it had always represented the one of the greatest power, the champion, the ruler. He was simply the most recent of a family whose heredity disappeared into the past almost beyond record. One of the ruling race who conquered the galaxy in mere decades after achieving interstellar travel.
He looked down now upon the snivelling creature before him and a half smile of part amused mockery and part revulsion curled the side of his mouth. An envoy from a pathetic race. One of the "Elder", the indulgent name a group of weak races bestowed upon themselves for the simple achievement of being older by a few millennia.
The creature droned on about it's species importance to the substructure of the galaxy. How none of the Rulers could survive without their diligent efforts. Why was it here again? Oh yes. A group of so called "faithfuls" had attempted to seize control of an outlying starsystem. Their crime had cost the lives of several ruling overlords and over ten thousand of the ruling class. Unacceptable. Their race must, inevitably, face the consequences; a thorough cleansing to ensure no repeat.
'Appeal rejected.' The King said lazily. 'Take it away.'
He hadn't really been listening at all. Not to worry, none of it's kind would be bothering him again.
--/:Out of cheese Error:/--
Please shutdown Universe and reboot from Start.