BOOTING UP SYSTEM.
UPLOADING DATA FILES TO ADMIN CONTROL PANEL.
We're a go.You spoke. We listened.
So... now what?
Previously on Shattered Planes.
They do not know the mistake they have made.
They do not know the pain they have caused.
They do not know that I await, even after the death of my creation.But. I. Am. Here.
And soon enough, I will show them my power.
Soon enough, I shall show them all.
It is the dawn of a new day...
And the dawn...
Of a new power.
/ * / * /
C-C-Cchaaaaooossssss.
Burning
FIELDS.
A DYING PEOPLE."Remember. No mage," the masked leader of the DACI said to his fellow soldiers before they went into the Sage Dimension. "Make it slow and painful."
The DACI soldiers were geared up, armed to the teeth. They were in a DACI Keeper, and ready to execute their plan.
The Keeper put up a Denial Field, and then JD'ed into the Sage Dimension, at the heart of the Sage Dimension's largest city. The city has a variety of mage races, but it's comprised mostly of Sages. The entire city was engulfed in the Denial Field, which left the city population defenseless. The Keeper beamed down the DACI troops.
The DACI troops unloaded their weapons on the city population. One by one, the mages were shot to death. Cruelly, they were shot in areas of the body where it was a slow and painful death. The ammunition was designed to make gunshots as painful as possible. The murderers were merciless. The mages pleaded and begged for mercy, but to no avail. Some were simply shot down, while others were stabbed to death.
One of the DACI grabbed a baby Sage from her mother, sliced the baby's neck open in front of her, which resulted in blood spraying everywhere, and stabbed the baby in the forehead. The mother, covered with blood, screamed bloody murder. The Aralang simply laughed, and then shot her in the stomach several times with a rifle. The mother died after minutes of agonizing pain.
The mages tried to strike back, but they quickly found out that their magic was used against them. Some of the mages exploded with their innards splattering everywhere.
It was complete chaos.
/ * / * /
It was the most peculiar thing. Why would a lighthouse be sitting in the middle of nowhere, with only grass nearby for miles -- and no water what-so-ever? And why would it have a forted wall around it that resembled that of a military complex? It was abandoned, yes, and anyone could see it. But why had it ever existed to begin with?
Outside the tower's fortifications, in the dead of night, a doorway appeared. From the other side came K2323 and his two sons. They looked upon the tower in awe. Kaleb and Fiske's eyes were full of questions. They, too, wanted to know why this lighthouse existed. What was inside? What... What did it DO? It was the most... peculiar thing.
K2323, though, looked upon it with familiarity. He... he had been here before... And now, he was back.
/ * / * /
The keening wail of grief, loss and revenge echoed throughout the system, spreading out like a ripple caused by a thrown rock on the intergalactic scale. As the voice shouted out through the comm-speakers of the ships of the stunned survivors, the wail faded, replaced by a shout of an unfamiliar voice. It was broadcasted across each and every one of the speakers in the system, magically overriding the various comms, the same voice being heard by hundreds of thousands at the same time.
WARRIORS! You have lost another battle! You have lost more friends, more family! Once again, you watch one of your planets burn! HOW DO YOU FEEL? Hundreds of voices shouted at once from the comms.
Most ships were from the Sixth Fleet, veterans from the Lorcar War. All had been hurt and stunned by loss before, the fireball of Temar opening up old, half healed wounds, broke the healing hearts and souls of the Zarethian crews. This voice, mysterious but alluring led many a mind astray, raising the call of fury and revenge. It broke many of the crew's minds. Around the fleet, great crowds of crewman attacked one another in a great, riotous orgy of mindless violence. Many ships' vital systems were damaged, leading them to drift towards the conflagration. Some ships were so damaged by the crew's revolts that they burst asunder as munitions and engine cores were set off, sending debris everywhere.
Those crew who did not immediately lose their minds, found within their souls a deep, unrelenting darkness, a fury born of loss and pain that gripped at their very souls and led them to respond to this voice. It was a unified shout of anger, pain and vengeance that they answered this man with.
NEXT ON SHATTERED PLANES...?
The blackness of space. A figure floats through it, alone.Crraaaaaaaaaaashhhhhhhhhh.
A PLANET APPROACHES.ACCESSING DATA FILES.
SEASON 5, SAGA TWO.
FUTURE... UNCERTAIN.
_shattered planes_
