posted on Jan, 17 2005 @ 08:21 PM
This has been a sad and most rediculous war. We have all lost and for what? To deny the squirely menace? No, this is not true. We have destroyed
everything that we know, and love. We have done this not for a good cause, but for our own selfishness. I must take the fate of what is left of
humanity into my own hands, and onto my prized desk. I will make right what has been made wrong and I will do this and I will do it for a better
reason than pride or power. I will do it for peace and security and a lack of annoyingly hyper squirels.
*Notices nobody is listening, packs desk into escape pod, jumps to the Barnard System where Shattereds' former employees reside*
Hear me men of war! The battle may be won, but the war lies before you! To stand idle while your chief objective remains un-accomplished is
cowardice!Stand before me and show your might, show your courage! I will lead you to victory, and when this is done, I will lead you to paradise! For
a universe without the constant threat of an attack by the squirels is paradise! This has always been each of our dreams, and together, we can make
that dream a reality! Stand tall and beside me as you all know that the only other alternative means eventual misery caused by the enemy!
*Watches as Shattereds' soldiers quietly board their vessels in a less than content maner*
Broadcast over all secure fleet channels, Ensign.
"Aye sir, all channels open and broadcasting"
All ships, plot a course for Kelithian Territory, stay in formation and be on guard as the locals there may or may not be hostile. Upon arrival scan
for the A-SCIA fleet. Intercept and the flagship will inform them we are friendly. That is all.
"Channels closed, Commander."
Mkay I'll be sleeping on my desk in the cargohold, wake me if anything happens.
*sleeps; in transit*
EDIT: Many typos
[edit on 1/17/2005 by SkyFox2]