Tokiwong
First Post
Interlude
In the place between Time and Space
”Well I awakened the Sleeper, she is going to be quite useful when the conflict begins, though the cost may be high; it is needed,” Chaos replies to the tall ebon woman standing before him.
Chrono nods, ”The council has spoken, they will not interfere, for fear of destroying their precious creation, but if they fail to act then we must do what we can to avert disaster. Overseer grows strong each day, and soon, my wards will fail, and the invasion will begin. We cannot act as we wish to, but we can act via proxy, it is nearly time for those two mortals to return to their own realm. Once we commit to this path Chaos, we may never be able to set foot in the council again.”
Chaos shrugs, “Sure, they are boring as it is. Besides the events on these two Earths is much more interesting, much more lively, I burn with anticipation to see if our gamble will pay off. Do you think it is wise to have the two scions meet, perhaps it will do more damage then good…”
“Perhaps, but we have no choice, come we have much to do now that we have chosen our path,” Chrono speaks as she walks along the paths of infinite possibilities.
It’s Genocide…
“So Mr. President, your device is now nearly complete? Overseer would be pleased, this world will fall quite easily to his power. The boy will be easily found once our forces invade en masse, he will come to us, and in so doing, to his very destruction,” Genocide snarls, his lizard-like hide literally glowing with pride.
President Adid nods, “Genocide, you do realize that this device is highly unstable, the effects of its use last time, were, unexpected to say the least. Mexico City was lost, we learned a terrible lesson in that incident.”
Genocide cracks a grin, a toothy fang ridden grin, but a grin nonetheless. His large hulking bulk paced languidly towards the elite dictator, “The death of those innocents is nothing, Mr. President. You will begin preparations for activating the Dimensional Slide Engine, immediately or I will find someone that will,” bearing the long dagger like talons on his hands.
President Adid replies slowly, “Mexico City was destroyed because both cities from both dimensions shared the same space, in turn annihilating each other. There is nothing but a smooth glass crater, we must refrain until I can fully understand the forces at work here…”
Genocide narrows his eyes, “I hope that tone of dissent is in jest, because I did not ask you, for your opinion, Mr. President. I did not ask for your weak human emotions of guilt and remorse, I do not ask, I command. The device will be prepared for activation, do not play games. You seem to think you have a choice, you are wrong. How long will you need to make your final preparations, Mr. President?”
President Adid gulps, “72 hours, I will need 72 hours to bring the device on line, and reroute power grids, for the amount of power output you are asking. Contact Overseer, we will have to synchronize our attempt, or else it will fail and the backlash from that much energy will wipe this continent from the face of the Earth.”
“Good, then proceed,” Genocide finished, looking less then pleased.
The Voice of the Gods…
“My brothers and sisters, the time has come, the loyal scions of the order, the children of the next Age. Pantheon must now rise, and face the tyranny of a world that will turn its back upon us, that will attempt to destroy us,” a lithe woman floats over the deck of a ship out in the midst of the Indian Ocean.
Her skin was like alabaster, her features perfect, her radiant white hair, billowing in the wind, and her most striking feature were her wings. They were white and feathery, and flapped silently as she continues her speech, “Our brother Bishop is in need, we have been betrayed by a heathen, we have entered the time of trials as foretold by our mistress…”
An ebon skinned elite whose body radiated barely controlled heat hisses, “Cardinal? Why do we continue to wait for the guidance of one we have yet to meet, Metatron, why does she not reveal herself to us, and lead us to our rightful glory? Does she fear baseline persecution that much?”
A thin figure in a robe, simply nods, “Perhaps its is a test of faith?” her voice was soft, and barely above a whisper.
“Faith?” the ebon skinned elite turns, his voice laced with heat, “we have existed on mere faith for years! We have waited the war that has not come, we have honed ourselves into weapons for the cause, to guide the pitiful baselines into the new era as our servants and in turn elevating them to glory they have yet to see. But my faith is waning in the one we call, Cardinal.”
The winged woman speaks in a calming voice, “You would do well to watch your tongue, Brother Forge. For we are always tested on our faith, on our devotion to do what must be done. Do you renounce your faith in the cause?”
Forge scowls, “Sister Metatron, you speak so eloquently as the voice of our mistress. But how do we know that it is not you that has twisted the words of the Cardinal to your own ends? How do we not know that you have not become the heretic in our midst’s?”
The robed woman floats above the gathered elites shedding her robe, bathing them in purple light, “She knows because her faith is strong my children, and the weak amongst us, shall see the light or perish in the darkness. Forge your lack of faith in my will is the instrument that will lead to our destruction. I will overlook it for now, but you show another sign of weakness and your existence will be ended by my hands.”
The gathered elites all bow, dropping to their knees in devotion to their master, their leader, and in many ways their god. Cardinal turns to Metatron who simply bows her head to her master, “Mistress what would you have me do?”
“Sound the call Metatron, it is time we strike at our enemies. I still have need of Bishop, we will strike tonight, and we will reveal our true power to the baselines and the UNJE. Now go, we have no time to waste!” Cardinal replied.
In the place between Time and Space
”Well I awakened the Sleeper, she is going to be quite useful when the conflict begins, though the cost may be high; it is needed,” Chaos replies to the tall ebon woman standing before him.
Chrono nods, ”The council has spoken, they will not interfere, for fear of destroying their precious creation, but if they fail to act then we must do what we can to avert disaster. Overseer grows strong each day, and soon, my wards will fail, and the invasion will begin. We cannot act as we wish to, but we can act via proxy, it is nearly time for those two mortals to return to their own realm. Once we commit to this path Chaos, we may never be able to set foot in the council again.”
Chaos shrugs, “Sure, they are boring as it is. Besides the events on these two Earths is much more interesting, much more lively, I burn with anticipation to see if our gamble will pay off. Do you think it is wise to have the two scions meet, perhaps it will do more damage then good…”
“Perhaps, but we have no choice, come we have much to do now that we have chosen our path,” Chrono speaks as she walks along the paths of infinite possibilities.
It’s Genocide…
“So Mr. President, your device is now nearly complete? Overseer would be pleased, this world will fall quite easily to his power. The boy will be easily found once our forces invade en masse, he will come to us, and in so doing, to his very destruction,” Genocide snarls, his lizard-like hide literally glowing with pride.
President Adid nods, “Genocide, you do realize that this device is highly unstable, the effects of its use last time, were, unexpected to say the least. Mexico City was lost, we learned a terrible lesson in that incident.”
Genocide cracks a grin, a toothy fang ridden grin, but a grin nonetheless. His large hulking bulk paced languidly towards the elite dictator, “The death of those innocents is nothing, Mr. President. You will begin preparations for activating the Dimensional Slide Engine, immediately or I will find someone that will,” bearing the long dagger like talons on his hands.
President Adid replies slowly, “Mexico City was destroyed because both cities from both dimensions shared the same space, in turn annihilating each other. There is nothing but a smooth glass crater, we must refrain until I can fully understand the forces at work here…”
Genocide narrows his eyes, “I hope that tone of dissent is in jest, because I did not ask you, for your opinion, Mr. President. I did not ask for your weak human emotions of guilt and remorse, I do not ask, I command. The device will be prepared for activation, do not play games. You seem to think you have a choice, you are wrong. How long will you need to make your final preparations, Mr. President?”
President Adid gulps, “72 hours, I will need 72 hours to bring the device on line, and reroute power grids, for the amount of power output you are asking. Contact Overseer, we will have to synchronize our attempt, or else it will fail and the backlash from that much energy will wipe this continent from the face of the Earth.”
“Good, then proceed,” Genocide finished, looking less then pleased.
The Voice of the Gods…
“My brothers and sisters, the time has come, the loyal scions of the order, the children of the next Age. Pantheon must now rise, and face the tyranny of a world that will turn its back upon us, that will attempt to destroy us,” a lithe woman floats over the deck of a ship out in the midst of the Indian Ocean.
Her skin was like alabaster, her features perfect, her radiant white hair, billowing in the wind, and her most striking feature were her wings. They were white and feathery, and flapped silently as she continues her speech, “Our brother Bishop is in need, we have been betrayed by a heathen, we have entered the time of trials as foretold by our mistress…”
An ebon skinned elite whose body radiated barely controlled heat hisses, “Cardinal? Why do we continue to wait for the guidance of one we have yet to meet, Metatron, why does she not reveal herself to us, and lead us to our rightful glory? Does she fear baseline persecution that much?”
A thin figure in a robe, simply nods, “Perhaps its is a test of faith?” her voice was soft, and barely above a whisper.
“Faith?” the ebon skinned elite turns, his voice laced with heat, “we have existed on mere faith for years! We have waited the war that has not come, we have honed ourselves into weapons for the cause, to guide the pitiful baselines into the new era as our servants and in turn elevating them to glory they have yet to see. But my faith is waning in the one we call, Cardinal.”
The winged woman speaks in a calming voice, “You would do well to watch your tongue, Brother Forge. For we are always tested on our faith, on our devotion to do what must be done. Do you renounce your faith in the cause?”
Forge scowls, “Sister Metatron, you speak so eloquently as the voice of our mistress. But how do we know that it is not you that has twisted the words of the Cardinal to your own ends? How do we not know that you have not become the heretic in our midst’s?”
The robed woman floats above the gathered elites shedding her robe, bathing them in purple light, “She knows because her faith is strong my children, and the weak amongst us, shall see the light or perish in the darkness. Forge your lack of faith in my will is the instrument that will lead to our destruction. I will overlook it for now, but you show another sign of weakness and your existence will be ended by my hands.”
The gathered elites all bow, dropping to their knees in devotion to their master, their leader, and in many ways their god. Cardinal turns to Metatron who simply bows her head to her master, “Mistress what would you have me do?”
“Sound the call Metatron, it is time we strike at our enemies. I still have need of Bishop, we will strike tonight, and we will reveal our true power to the baselines and the UNJE. Now go, we have no time to waste!” Cardinal replied.
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