Posts : 259 Join date : 2014-01-06 Location : Evanthar
Subject: Radio-Based Communication Message Tue Feb 17, 2015 3:23 am
A decades old channel returns to life. A species of the most robust kind had fallen in a great and vast war that had destroyed so many races, and sent others into permanent isolation from which they would finally perish; grasping at the last strands of life that they could manage from their crumbling grips.
Yet these species had survived the ages. From their great World War to the battles of Teffuel, the Rage over Talarin, the Genocide of the Ballo'Krechka System, and the Victory over the Chicago and Washington systems; this species had demanded and fought for every single strand of life.
The fiery words of their great leader, the mystical empress that reigned over their species, would announce their return. The words were in their alien language, and the signal was distant and barely able to get through, but the passion in her voice was unmistakable..
++-"....-allen on hard times, my brothers and sisters. We have lost so many, and the passion in our hearts is lost. We all fear of the loss of our Goddess' favor. We fear we will be the last of our kind to traverse the stars, and our children and their children will be the last of our kind to breath the wondrous air of our home world. Yet... This is not so. Our Alliance was weak; unable to handle the harsh realities of the dark skies that lie above us. Our warriors left unable to release their true potential, because of the decadent ways of a political system that was broken and corrupted by corporate influence and bureaucracy!
No longer shall they stand in our way. No longer shall we fall prey to these negative aspects of a life we tried to live. We are warriors! We are scientists! We are innovators and beings of wonder and might! We are united under the banner of Kal'Bavakor! Under the love of our Goddess! Under the shield of Hakara'Un and the sword of Vakur'Un!
We shall not fear Humanity! We shall not fear their weapons of mass destruction! We shall never live in fear again! Kal'Bavakor will RISE! Kal'Bavakor will FLOURISH! KAL'BAVAKOR WILL RELISH IN THE LOVE OF IT'S PEOPLE AND THE BLOOD OF IT'S ENEMIES. WE WILL STRIKE DOWN THOSE WHO OPPOSE US, AND STRIKE FEAR INTO THE HEARTS OF OUR FOES! THEIR CHILDREN WILL KNOW THE STORIES OF OUR FEROCITY WHEN IT IS BURNED INTO THEIR HOMEWORLDS!
We ARE Kal'Bavakor! We are warriors of the Goddess! You are my sword and shield, and I am Her instrument for our salvation! We will bask in the glory of Her Light and see true wonder in our future! We will see... The rise of Hegemony! AND IT WILL SET US FREE!"-++
The speech is followed by static; what can only be discerned as thousands upon thousands of screaming Kal'Bavakorians. The message cannot be traced, and it cuts out soon after the speech is finished.
The Kal'Bavakorians are returning. Their Hegemony is their new face, and their hearts burn with an anger that will not soon be put out..