The video transmission shows a average hight man, standing on a bridge of a gunboat. Through a large illuminator, neverending fields of blue and purple nebulas, the Iota system alive and so welcoming...
Arthur Dgahr turns his face to look at the viewers, his face shadowed by the light comming from ouside. Two nomadic forms glide right outside of his ship. He gives a quiet sigh, his voice tired, stuffy, allmost as if he was ill. [/l]
Brothers...my human kind. In this hour, I call to those minds, who have yet to be stained by the horrors of our humanity...the minds, who have shed the dark blindfold, that is our politics, government, our trade and our currency. . .Minds, who have not sunk so low to open fire on their own species, for money and fame...
It is time to gather...It has been years, my brothers and sisters, years since I spoke to a human being...I thout I was alone, living in what was left of the untainted space we call our home...Sirius. Yet there came a day, when I met a human, who had not came to these sacred lands for fame, profit or to seek his own death...No. They...a small group of men and woman like you and me...unarmoured and weaponless, stepped forth from the defiled space of the Omicrons. They saught my name, they asked to be saved.
My brethren, do not beleive the lies of those around you...the beings they call the Nomads are not your enemy...unless you make them.
[i]The man paused for a moment, looking back at the viewer and holding up a hand, his palm pointing at the nebulas.
Is this not what our souls seek...peace...tranquillity. No wars or hunger both mind and body? Has this urge been so hard to sate, we must take it by force from those around? Must the houses deselate eachother, only to save their own population by the cost of others?
He shook his head.
Why do we not take, what is offered. Are we so primitive to step beyond our fear of Different and see to what these beings are? What makes them stronger than us?
Make no mistake, my friends...I have not been infested...I have not been controled...I came to this place years ago to find what our people saught the most. A true life. A family.
The man chuckled silently and looked outside.
I was not trusted, ofcourse...nor you will be either. You have to prove, you are willing to open your mind and body, to accept, that you, like I, we are wrong in so many, only our ego does not let us say such things.
I say enough, my friends. Followers of Light. Seekers of a normal life, a home...come, unite...hide from the lies and corruption of our kin, as they will hunt us down soon.
I come to you with no promices of eternal life, knowlige of the dead, power of the stars themselves. No. All i can offer...is a home. A true home. Not to be a slave to the masses, yet to see, what true life is.
Do not beleive in the tales of so called "Infestation"
Upon that word, the young man frowns.
Punishment, nothing more, of those, who are so deep in the pools of hatred to life and love for materialistic things...I am not one of them...but are you?
The screen fades once more, the transmission ends, leaving no more information. No location, no gathering point. Yet the motivation for a new group.
DW just finished watching the video. One phrase, one phrase, just one phrase kept popping in his mind. Make no mistake, my friends...I have not been infested...I have not been controled...I came to this place years ago to find what our people saught the most. A true life. A family. Out of that... there were five words, just five words that wouldn't go away. A true life. A family. DW thought about this. It was what he always wanted. To get away from the fighting, to get away from everything. He couldn't be like his brother DR, allways killing...causing trouble. He didn't want to live with his faithful doctor anymore anyways. This could be his only chance, to get away from all the madness around him.
The nomads... I thought they were evil... arn't they terrible creatures? This can't be..no no no.. it is. The man says so, it has to be true! So the nomads..are actually...good? Yes Yes i see it now! They have all been mistaken...mistaken...that is all... mistaken...I must try to contact the creatu.....the nomads
The screen on the communications console inside the Armored transport flickered off. The small Kusarian woman watching the screen smiled and nodded to nobody in particular, for there was nobody else there.
"Bravo, Arthur. Never figured you for a motivational speaker..." She said to herself, and giggled slightly.
However, she was fully in agreement with the young man who had just spoken. Although her story was not one of peace and harmony. Quite the opposite... as the 'presance' within her mind intended. But her and -it- were by not warring minds, but co-operating toward that same mutual goal.
As much as the woman desired these peaceful overtures to come to pass, she was far from achiving them. Being on the front lines, she was forced to fight, or atleast help instigate the demise of 'non-belivers'. Not by her, or -it's- own desire for blood, but because of the simple fact that the humans would never relent so long as they clung to their primitive presets and fear of the unknown.
As much as she feared when her mind was first opened as any human would, she had gotten to know the truth... the light. Abiet, Perhaps in the most cynical way possible, given that she and -it- had met and grown together under the threat of a vastly more dangerous and immediate threat.
These thoughts troubled the woman. Was she infact any better then the rest of humanity? With as much free will as -they- had allowed her, even after the 'merger', she was still atleast in part motivated by vengence, self-preservation, and perhaps lonliness...
Alien intellects were no replacement for another human. One atleast caring and open minded enough to be diffrent from the others that sought her, and -their- destruction...
Quorg checked the clock. It was a bit after 4 AM. The first beams of artificial sunlight were seeping through the cracks of his door from the hallways of the Barrier Gate Station. He crushed the can of synth beer in his hand and chucked it in the general direction of his trash bin. He reached for the remote; it was time to sleep. He looked up one last time. A young man was on the holovision platform.
Quorg sat and listened to what he had to say.
"Wow, what a kook. Just my type; it's good to see that someone out there sees the foolishness of this thing called war. If only there was some way to contact him..."
Quorg flipped off the holovision and fell asleep where he sat.
The man sat down and quickly felt a hand on his shoulder. The hand slowly moved towards his neck, towards his chin and back again. A figure calmly moved into his sight. A figure he hadn't seen for a while. A figure off a woman dressed in white robes, decorated with blue marking all over its silken fabric. As the man looked up he recognized a face of comfort. A face of trust. A skin fairer than in stories of angels, brown hair hanging gently on the figures shoulders, and eyes, eyes ever shifting like the nebula the ship found itself in.
You missed the show, love.The man said looking up.
He stood up and embraced the woman. Smelling her hair, touching her neck. They kissed in a way only sixteen year old lovers would. The man let go, and the woman gracefully walked towards the window where the man stood recording a few minutes earlier.
I know, Sil, my sweet. I got the message out to a few, I think. Maybe more will hear it in the comming days, I don't know.
She shook her head into the direction of the passing Marduk Nomad Battleship.
If..If that's the path they choose, then yes. I'm just trying to save as many souls as I can.
The Marduk Guardian vanished into thin air and a silent humming could be heard as a pack of Sascya's passed the ship. The woman looked at the man, and smiled. He could hear her thoughts in his mind...
I know, my love. I know. It would seem that we can't do anything but wait now, can we?
The lights aboard the ship flickerred and went out. The man could feel the woman close to him
Now what are y-..Ooh, sweets. Looks like there -is- something we can do!
...Incoming Transmission...
Source: Oracle Miranda
-Begin Transmission-
"The Oracles listen, and understand. We welcome all who would see the truth, and shed human ignorance in the face of our masters. So many humans fight one another, steal from each other, plunder and murder and rape and pillage, human society feeds on itself like a cancer or parasite. The masters do not do this, they live in harmony, they do not struggle against each other with conflicting interests, they act as one unified body working towards the greater good of all."
"When humans come to understand this philosophy, and cast aside their greed and thirst for power, perhaps then mankind will come to join the rulers of the stars. We preach for peace but are greeted with violence and aggression."
"We will join the masters in time, but for now remain humble servants to spread word of their benevolence. Any who will open their eyes, cast aside petty rivalries, and listen to the call of the void, the siren's song of this black sea, are welcome to join us and experience the purity and peace bestowed by those we worship."
The man was just about to finish another transmission into Sirius as the woman appeared once more. Dressed now in black instead of white, and her blue sigil's turned red. Her eyes looked solid black instead of the ever moving mirrage of the nebula. She approached him, stopped him from sending the message and roughly pussed him aside.
S-Sil..Wai-
She turned her head around and looked at the man in a way only something unearthly evil can. He stared into her pitch black eyes, and inmediatly held his tongue. Knowing it would be the safest thing to do. She lay her hands on the pannel, raised her head, closed her eyes and let her fingers explore every part and button on it. She seemed to go into some sort of trance as she was engulfed by flames of black and red. Of darkness and anger. She lowered her head, opened her eyes and looked straight into the communications recorder, right before she burned an image into it, and shutting it down.
She let go of the panel, twisted her wrists around abit, then looked at the Man sitting in his chair. She walked up to him, put her finger around his chin, kissed him, walked around his chair and disappeared into the void.
Shade sat in his Eagle and stared at the transmission. "Now...you don't see this everyday." He said watching the man talk. "Seem's our lovely boys in blue aren't so bad after all..." He muttered, He looked down to his right and sighed. Seeing another Artifact, similar to the one he jettisoned to the Nomads earlier in the week.
"I do need answer's. Maybe, maybe this can help." He said placing his hands on the throttle. "Nomads, apparently aren't our enemies...How could I be so ignorant and foolish?" He continued on, to himself. Just as the sun peaked over the horizon, Shade engaged his engines and lifted off from the dark side of Manhattan.
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