The Story
"The prince of darkness is a gentleman." ~ King Lear, 3, 4.
Wednesday, April 11th, 3472 A.D., 3:42pm: an assassin fighting against the Trade Federation sneaks behind Common Wealth borders during a parade of excellence to celebrate the liberation of Icarus, the man made planet inhabited by so called 'aliens'. The end result - one dead president, and an uproar throughout the world. But with perfect technology comes the perfect capture.
Wednesday, April 11th, 3472 A.D., 8:16pm: during a long string of questioning, the assassin, an alien by the name of Ixin tells investigators that the end of the world is near. As they hook him up to the cerebral scan, they see that his mind is functioning normally, but, he projects images of mass destruction. When administered a dose of truth serum, the patient says nothing more than "the end is near" and rocks back and forth. He shows signs of euphoria, and seems to brace himself for an impact.
Friday, April 13th, 3472 A.D., 11:47pm, investigators pace back and forth after two days of non-stop digging for information. They're trying to find out who is behind the assassination, and determine why it was an alien. As the clock ticks the seconds away, the convict begins to shake, convulsing as though he is having a seizure. He is a patient to highly trained mental health doctors now. When the clock hits 11:58 he rocks back and forth. He starts quietly, whispering the words "I don't want to die, I don't want to die," over and over again, and begins to boom, screaming at the top of his lungs. The officials are shaken by his behavior; there is something eerie about it. As they turn to face the window where their information is posted, they see something other than the city sky line filled with buildings and vehicles. They see a cloud of bio-hazardous smoke rippling through the air.
Saturday, April 14th, 3472 A.D., 12:00am, the capital city of the Common wealth is wiped off the map, throwing the world into a war that would last to the turn of the century.
The year is 3504 A.D. After a war that blew the scale of destruction off the wall, the world is in the process of rebuilding itself. The man made planet of Icarus has been destroyed, however two more have been built and scattered by the aliens. These planets are lands of filth and dirt. The aliens, while looking extremely similar to a human, have transformed these constructs into cesspools. Murder is common and so is theft and rape. They have become deserts, their resources coming from other planets and being falsely manufactured to create the best possible income for major corporations. But while these two planets are in bad condition, they are nothing like the war torn earth.
Lakes have dried up upon the beautiful planet known as earth. A once technologically advanced and 'perfect' planet, lay in ruins. It had once been known as a utopia to live in, but now it is simply a search for land that has not been scarred by the face of war. Death has become of all the plants and animals, food is scarce, and disease afflicts even the strongest of them all. Radiation has spread from person to person, making the deaths from diseases such as Leukemia and Cancer increase to match that of the war, which claimed the lives of millions.
The government has become corrupt, all former governments crumbled and formed anew. Earth is being rebuilt, but the government has blinded many people from the truth. They keep the fact of them selling slaves to the alien's a secret. They keep the fact that disease has made more than half the world in capable of reproducing. They simply tell the people to help construct a haven, a new utopia where they might live free again. They have chosen a bubble, but their materials are few.
While some have caved to the government, many understand the corruption and belong to their own separate organizations, owning their own ships, or traveling using human or alien transportation. Some kill for their former country, while others kill for freedom. They infiltrate and destroy, they research and create. They are the free-spirits who have maintained their humanity. While most of them are afflicted by disease, they all hold a strong interest in protecting their motherland. Many of them work hard at finding cures for the disease that brought a loved one to their knees, while many fight to make whatever difference they can, for they are the few who understand that we can no longer listen to man, for he has shamed us for the last time. This time there is no turning back.
It is now man against man, man against disease, and man against alien. While the war may have settled, it is well known amongst the people that the aliens are stealing from them. However, they do more than steal. They swoop down in their air crafts and take slaves, they steal our resources, and they desecrate our lands.
Wednesday, April 11th, 3472 A.D., 8:16pm: during a long string of questioning, the assassin, an alien by the name of Ixin tells investigators that the end of the world is near. As they hook him up to the cerebral scan, they see that his mind is functioning normally, but, he projects images of mass destruction. When administered a dose of truth serum, the patient says nothing more than "the end is near" and rocks back and forth. He shows signs of euphoria, and seems to brace himself for an impact.
Friday, April 13th, 3472 A.D., 11:47pm, investigators pace back and forth after two days of non-stop digging for information. They're trying to find out who is behind the assassination, and determine why it was an alien. As the clock ticks the seconds away, the convict begins to shake, convulsing as though he is having a seizure. He is a patient to highly trained mental health doctors now. When the clock hits 11:58 he rocks back and forth. He starts quietly, whispering the words "I don't want to die, I don't want to die," over and over again, and begins to boom, screaming at the top of his lungs. The officials are shaken by his behavior; there is something eerie about it. As they turn to face the window where their information is posted, they see something other than the city sky line filled with buildings and vehicles. They see a cloud of bio-hazardous smoke rippling through the air.
Saturday, April 14th, 3472 A.D., 12:00am, the capital city of the Common wealth is wiped off the map, throwing the world into a war that would last to the turn of the century.
The year is 3504 A.D. After a war that blew the scale of destruction off the wall, the world is in the process of rebuilding itself. The man made planet of Icarus has been destroyed, however two more have been built and scattered by the aliens. These planets are lands of filth and dirt. The aliens, while looking extremely similar to a human, have transformed these constructs into cesspools. Murder is common and so is theft and rape. They have become deserts, their resources coming from other planets and being falsely manufactured to create the best possible income for major corporations. But while these two planets are in bad condition, they are nothing like the war torn earth.
Lakes have dried up upon the beautiful planet known as earth. A once technologically advanced and 'perfect' planet, lay in ruins. It had once been known as a utopia to live in, but now it is simply a search for land that has not been scarred by the face of war. Death has become of all the plants and animals, food is scarce, and disease afflicts even the strongest of them all. Radiation has spread from person to person, making the deaths from diseases such as Leukemia and Cancer increase to match that of the war, which claimed the lives of millions.
The government has become corrupt, all former governments crumbled and formed anew. Earth is being rebuilt, but the government has blinded many people from the truth. They keep the fact of them selling slaves to the alien's a secret. They keep the fact that disease has made more than half the world in capable of reproducing. They simply tell the people to help construct a haven, a new utopia where they might live free again. They have chosen a bubble, but their materials are few.
While some have caved to the government, many understand the corruption and belong to their own separate organizations, owning their own ships, or traveling using human or alien transportation. Some kill for their former country, while others kill for freedom. They infiltrate and destroy, they research and create. They are the free-spirits who have maintained their humanity. While most of them are afflicted by disease, they all hold a strong interest in protecting their motherland. Many of them work hard at finding cures for the disease that brought a loved one to their knees, while many fight to make whatever difference they can, for they are the few who understand that we can no longer listen to man, for he has shamed us for the last time. This time there is no turning back.
It is now man against man, man against disease, and man against alien. While the war may have settled, it is well known amongst the people that the aliens are stealing from them. However, they do more than steal. They swoop down in their air crafts and take slaves, they steal our resources, and they desecrate our lands.
"Sweet is sleep to me and even more to be of stone,
While the wrong and shame endure to be without
Sight or sense is a most happy change for me,
Therefore do not rouse me, hush! speak low" ~ Michael Angelo
While the wrong and shame endure to be without
Sight or sense is a most happy change for me,
Therefore do not rouse me, hush! speak low" ~ Michael Angelo
