by Jim DiGriz » April 14th, 2007, 3:58 pm
The Galactic Parliament slowly spins across the face of New Alexia, reflective glass creating a mirror image of the galaxy. Millennia have passed and conference attendees have marvelled at the beauty of the twin suns, certain in the knowledge that their worlds promise nothing like the wonders that New Alexia promise the average attendee.
All is a mirage. Conference goers are blind to the truth. Theres has not been a galactic meet for four hundred years. Union representation, propositions, amendments to the executive have merely been fronts for a steadily crumbling system. THere is no galactic council; there is no truth. One starlord stands alone representing all. Business to Barnabus is everything.
Sadly the time of the starlords has passed. This is not to mean that business can't continue. Barnabus will exploit new markets and conquer new worlds. Frankly the spread of Oceanic should guarantee enough interest to control all galaxies so long as Barnabus exists.
But there's no sport. Controlling all is one thing but where is the fun? Battlestars with the corpses of Silvershiro, Alastor, Rhialto, Gray, Tortoise etc bonded to the hulls of my ships is unappealing. Unappealing because weakness is not a trait of warriors. Lack of interest is the trait of FOOLS!
If I could spit on the feet of those people that called themselves Vets I would. Loyalty is all. Clearly my understanding of a veteran is different from those vets that call me friends!
BRING IT ONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ever wondered how a US soldier explains to an Iraqi detainee that they are about to undergo a strip search? Till now, we assumed they cracked open a beer and produced their camera, but it turns out the method is way more sophisticated.