Post by Maya on Jan 17, 2015 5:24:40 GMT -5
Warning, the sirens, blaring in the ears of those that were close enough to hear, warping like that of heat on metal, long since they had known of these days to come and yet what had been done to prevent it was only but a buffer between the present and the future, the times of reckoning was upon them, fear was held tight, binding in their chest like a snake coiled around its prey, rapid, heavy with burden, watching, eyes glistening as what they were ready to behold, the end of days, a new wave, one in which they could spread their ways across the many stars that littered the skies, there was no good nor evil in this, there just was. Time, time was a factor in which no one had any say, it went along, its rhythm was the base for all things that had come and those in which had not arrived, a pace which all allowed regardless of how they fought, pushed, resisted against its will, time was its own master, lord of those it conquered over, the one being in which took all and gave all. Stock, armed, ready at an beckoning call they had risen, the knowledge of what was to come was pressed deep into their thoughts, not just the cause but those who their banner stood over, their people, eyes watched those brave enough to endure pain, suffering, even death of their behalf, no longer shall the shackles that weighed them down burden them, the scars were a constant reminder, etched into their soft flesh of what could happen, if not to them once again them to another, they must push the boundary, break the walls that encased them and see the light of day with their own eyes, then, only then would they know what they had been deprived of for so long. The long carving path to this point had never been an easy one, those that opposed them sought to hold them back, littered the trail, using everything in their powers, within their reach to halt their actives, and their movements but they were smarter, quicker, and their cause drove their will further than even the most distance stars, they were one now.
Standing ready at attention where those so bold to stand against the giant, the looming beast which had held them, berated them, tortured, raped them for as long back as their people could remember, in their eyes they were the just, those that had been beat down in the soil, smothers in ashes of those they loved, trampled across their tombs like a stampeded of crazed animals, right or wrong matter little now, was it avenging those that had fallen, or was it vengeance for eons of injustice? History is told by the victors as they saw fit, idolizing those that captured the most fear and power, crushing those that stood in their path, today would be the one that was written, those that fell would be forgotten in the vast pages of the universe, those that stood amongst the charred remains would claim strength showing the power of their legions through out time itself.
The wailing ceased, the air heavy with breath and sweat, it was time, the lord had committed to the cause when it first set off, ticking away the minutes, waiting through the worlds birth and those that tried to claim it, empires rose and fell but their marks on space were left, scars in which all seemed to carry. Movements began like the strokes in a symphony, each shift of a hand generated waves of death, hardening those that took witness to the events but fight they must, force was a show that only the most foul would listen to, the extreme for those that sought nothing else. Those that led in their comfy rooms waited, watched the blue screens hovering before, the battles had begun, everything had started from one such event, recorded in their own books they knew what they were fighting for, decades passed before they sought justice, equality but found nothing but oppression to fuel their suffering, their hate, longing for what they knew so little of. Though they all shared the same cause they would not all suffer the same fate, hidden, kept away those with the intellect to lead did so, barricaded away, leading their own through means of machines, crafted in the midnight fires all under the noses of those that kept their chained in shackles. Tensions had risen every day, every second, this event had been a long time coming, though blind stricken from under their feet they had been caught off guard, the lust for power, ruling over those with no means to fight back kept them sloth ridden, careless in their actions, eyes else where they were off balance. The empire was waning, every blast sending more and more crumbling into the beds they had make so long ago, their great ancestors where the sheets in which they would be covered in, stained with blood and ash.
There was no victory with out sacrifice, a long known fact among their people, they had seen wars, the countless tries to tame others to the will which was implemented upon them, do as they say no as they do, conquer, slay, move on, repeat till the end of days, and the time was upon them. Each strike, each movement, sent the nail deeper into the casket, sealing their fate, once their actions had been displayed across the empire it was but a short time till the uproars could be heard even through out space, in once voice they called out to all that would listen, we are slaves no longer, heart beating as one they pushed, and pushed, the glory of a once proud empire broke at its knees, bowing down in the dust of those that had once been their servants, slaves, even those they might have called friends, but such deeds could never go over looked, they shared the same fate as those they dined with, spoke with, loved, each one was a threat to their being, only in mercy would hate grow once again. All or nothing, and they had taken all, valleys, mountains even the cities now bowed down to them, history would remember the chains, the whips which traced their backs as weights, holding them back from their true potential.
Times changed during the wars, not just those that lead the people, but the people themselves, it soon became clear that with life styles changes that the battles could not be won with mere men any longer, numbers stacked higher each day with pits of charred remains toppled on top of one another. Fleshy, soft, there was only so much a mere body could with stand even outfitted with the most advanced warfare suits, they were but mortals, a bullet was still a bullet regardless of how many layers of protection they held. The decision was cast, what was the price of their freedom? They started to appear one by one, volunteers, those that wished to see those they fought for to live a long life, no chains to will their minds. Sleek, metal, machines, taking place of the bodies of those who wished so, the minds were held but different afterwards, fogged, blank, but strong like an ox, tougher than steel and followed those that commanded them before; the tide of the war shifted.
It was not in days, weeks or months that rockets filled the skies, lands scattered with craters, blades were locked, intertwined for a thousand years, raging from world to world in conquest, the destruction of one sprouting the life of another, in the wake of its birth mass graves stood, exposed in the open fields, those that watched over held tears in their eyes from what came, blood, and tears shed across the age of war but the clouded death was not for a vain act, the shackles were shattered, cast in the winds a mark of an ending era but the coming of another. Peace came after, filled with stunned silence of the new found independence, fogs clouded minds at an idea that had only ever been seen, an idea, now something in which could slide between their fingers and under their skin, filling hearts and mind alike. The population once filled with organic life had changed, slowly at first but with worlds become safe from the outside threat they saw this a new time to transform into something new, the idea wasn't always popular but the shift could be seen, mechanical factories popping up like wild fires, false eyes, limbs, even the most vital of organs, it was a transcend into something new, a fresh start meant a new way of life in more than just one way. Soon the shock troopers that fought in the wars became as the others, held high in society for their deeds, eventually they reclaimed some cognitive thought others hardly took notice as they out paced and out lived the rest, more machine than organic their life spans stretched as long as the stars themselves.
Time passed, the worlds lived peacefully in what had come before, they rebuilt in what they saw fit for themselves, breaking away from ideas of the old they sought for new ideas, equality for all; questions raised from this new found ideas, had what they done be considered just? Historians wrote what the victories spoke, justice, liberty and yet... it was genocide for another race of beings for their own preservation, mass murder. Happiness was brought to their people and yet was the cost far to great? The discussion was rough, debating that such ideas could never had existed before with their mouths sewed shut, at the same time the idea was correct, a catch twenty-two. In the eyes of law what had been done was a crime most heinous but without such deeds the bindings they had broken from would be latched to walls, beating, and all else that come in days before. A sick feeling lay in the pits of their stomachs, what could they do with such knowledge? Where they hero's for the actions they had done, saving others from the fates that had been thrust upon them for eons, where they not in the right for what they had accomplished, or where they just as wicked as those who lives they taken... the question was lay before them, they slayed the beast and yet had they only taken its place?
In the wake of the dead,
stood the people.
Hands bloodied,
their eyes wept,
for which they fought,
they had become.
Justice. Vengeance.
Fog clouded the duo,
as in the mist of passion,
they could not be told apart.
It was then,
when the clouds lifted,
they saw the beast.
It was not they,
but them.
A choice,
A new forged way,
seeking to right the wrongs,
stained with the past,
once again,
they where shackled.
Word Count: 1840
Standing ready at attention where those so bold to stand against the giant, the looming beast which had held them, berated them, tortured, raped them for as long back as their people could remember, in their eyes they were the just, those that had been beat down in the soil, smothers in ashes of those they loved, trampled across their tombs like a stampeded of crazed animals, right or wrong matter little now, was it avenging those that had fallen, or was it vengeance for eons of injustice? History is told by the victors as they saw fit, idolizing those that captured the most fear and power, crushing those that stood in their path, today would be the one that was written, those that fell would be forgotten in the vast pages of the universe, those that stood amongst the charred remains would claim strength showing the power of their legions through out time itself.
The wailing ceased, the air heavy with breath and sweat, it was time, the lord had committed to the cause when it first set off, ticking away the minutes, waiting through the worlds birth and those that tried to claim it, empires rose and fell but their marks on space were left, scars in which all seemed to carry. Movements began like the strokes in a symphony, each shift of a hand generated waves of death, hardening those that took witness to the events but fight they must, force was a show that only the most foul would listen to, the extreme for those that sought nothing else. Those that led in their comfy rooms waited, watched the blue screens hovering before, the battles had begun, everything had started from one such event, recorded in their own books they knew what they were fighting for, decades passed before they sought justice, equality but found nothing but oppression to fuel their suffering, their hate, longing for what they knew so little of. Though they all shared the same cause they would not all suffer the same fate, hidden, kept away those with the intellect to lead did so, barricaded away, leading their own through means of machines, crafted in the midnight fires all under the noses of those that kept their chained in shackles. Tensions had risen every day, every second, this event had been a long time coming, though blind stricken from under their feet they had been caught off guard, the lust for power, ruling over those with no means to fight back kept them sloth ridden, careless in their actions, eyes else where they were off balance. The empire was waning, every blast sending more and more crumbling into the beds they had make so long ago, their great ancestors where the sheets in which they would be covered in, stained with blood and ash.
There was no victory with out sacrifice, a long known fact among their people, they had seen wars, the countless tries to tame others to the will which was implemented upon them, do as they say no as they do, conquer, slay, move on, repeat till the end of days, and the time was upon them. Each strike, each movement, sent the nail deeper into the casket, sealing their fate, once their actions had been displayed across the empire it was but a short time till the uproars could be heard even through out space, in once voice they called out to all that would listen, we are slaves no longer, heart beating as one they pushed, and pushed, the glory of a once proud empire broke at its knees, bowing down in the dust of those that had once been their servants, slaves, even those they might have called friends, but such deeds could never go over looked, they shared the same fate as those they dined with, spoke with, loved, each one was a threat to their being, only in mercy would hate grow once again. All or nothing, and they had taken all, valleys, mountains even the cities now bowed down to them, history would remember the chains, the whips which traced their backs as weights, holding them back from their true potential.
Times changed during the wars, not just those that lead the people, but the people themselves, it soon became clear that with life styles changes that the battles could not be won with mere men any longer, numbers stacked higher each day with pits of charred remains toppled on top of one another. Fleshy, soft, there was only so much a mere body could with stand even outfitted with the most advanced warfare suits, they were but mortals, a bullet was still a bullet regardless of how many layers of protection they held. The decision was cast, what was the price of their freedom? They started to appear one by one, volunteers, those that wished to see those they fought for to live a long life, no chains to will their minds. Sleek, metal, machines, taking place of the bodies of those who wished so, the minds were held but different afterwards, fogged, blank, but strong like an ox, tougher than steel and followed those that commanded them before; the tide of the war shifted.
It was not in days, weeks or months that rockets filled the skies, lands scattered with craters, blades were locked, intertwined for a thousand years, raging from world to world in conquest, the destruction of one sprouting the life of another, in the wake of its birth mass graves stood, exposed in the open fields, those that watched over held tears in their eyes from what came, blood, and tears shed across the age of war but the clouded death was not for a vain act, the shackles were shattered, cast in the winds a mark of an ending era but the coming of another. Peace came after, filled with stunned silence of the new found independence, fogs clouded minds at an idea that had only ever been seen, an idea, now something in which could slide between their fingers and under their skin, filling hearts and mind alike. The population once filled with organic life had changed, slowly at first but with worlds become safe from the outside threat they saw this a new time to transform into something new, the idea wasn't always popular but the shift could be seen, mechanical factories popping up like wild fires, false eyes, limbs, even the most vital of organs, it was a transcend into something new, a fresh start meant a new way of life in more than just one way. Soon the shock troopers that fought in the wars became as the others, held high in society for their deeds, eventually they reclaimed some cognitive thought others hardly took notice as they out paced and out lived the rest, more machine than organic their life spans stretched as long as the stars themselves.
Time passed, the worlds lived peacefully in what had come before, they rebuilt in what they saw fit for themselves, breaking away from ideas of the old they sought for new ideas, equality for all; questions raised from this new found ideas, had what they done be considered just? Historians wrote what the victories spoke, justice, liberty and yet... it was genocide for another race of beings for their own preservation, mass murder. Happiness was brought to their people and yet was the cost far to great? The discussion was rough, debating that such ideas could never had existed before with their mouths sewed shut, at the same time the idea was correct, a catch twenty-two. In the eyes of law what had been done was a crime most heinous but without such deeds the bindings they had broken from would be latched to walls, beating, and all else that come in days before. A sick feeling lay in the pits of their stomachs, what could they do with such knowledge? Where they hero's for the actions they had done, saving others from the fates that had been thrust upon them for eons, where they not in the right for what they had accomplished, or where they just as wicked as those who lives they taken... the question was lay before them, they slayed the beast and yet had they only taken its place?
In the wake of the dead,
stood the people.
Hands bloodied,
their eyes wept,
for which they fought,
they had become.
Justice. Vengeance.
Fog clouded the duo,
as in the mist of passion,
they could not be told apart.
It was then,
when the clouds lifted,
they saw the beast.
It was not they,
but them.
A choice,
A new forged way,
seeking to right the wrongs,
stained with the past,
once again,
they where shackled.
Word Count: 1840