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| Topic Started: Jun 5 2012, 07:00 PM (715 Views) | |
| Narration | Jun 5 2012, 07:00 PM Post #1 |
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Date: May 20th Brussels, Belgium. Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzz. The incessant sound of vibration was silenced as the Blackberry eventually skittered off of the highly polished table, landing on the floor with a crack. The screen dimmed and went silent. Out in the hallway, the front door to the chic apartment still stood ajar. But it did not matter; there was no one there to slip within anyway. Not anymore. Outside, the sky was still inky dark. It spread over the city of Brussels like a velvet blanket, comforting the beautiful city that was a cluster of the very old and very new. But, as old as some of its buildings were, it still had a certain vibrancy to its streets and people. Somewhere, there was always something going on, a light shining, a coffee pot brewing, a song playing…Something. Stillness covered the city thicker than the night sky. It was almost audible, pressing in on the houses, shops and parks and even the leaves were quiet as they rustled in the gentle breeze, for fear of disturbing the deep silence. To the east, the sky began to pale, streaking with greys, reds and then gold and blue. On any normal day, birds would herald in the dawn with a chorus that would be uplifting to those who rose early enough to appreciate it or a pain to those light sleepers misfortunate enough to be stirred too soon from their slumber by it. Eventually, the sun rose fully over the horizon, bringing with it the promise of a new day to shine upon nothing but empty streets and buildings. Caught in the breeze, a plastic carrier bag danced down a street, coming to rest against the windscreen of a car. The car had both front doors open and the keys were still in the ignition. It had come to rest against a traffic barrier, another car crumpled against its rear bumper. Both driver and passenger however, were nowhere to be seen, with nothing to indicate where they had gone. A similar story was told in the second car, in the backseat a doll being the only witness to what had occurred. All over the city, such scenes were repeated over and over; here a room in chaos, there a café as pristine as the day it had opened. Cars parked neatly or rolled onto pavements. In the train stations, trains stood idly by waiting for drivers who would not come and passengers who would not be boarding. Hotel lobbies, normally bustling as people checked in and out and went to breakfast, stood cold and hollow, their marble floors now free from the threat of scuffs. All empty. Schools would be silent, theatres vacant. Offices would not be buzzing with the sounds of chatter, board meetings, phones ringing and presentations. Stores would not be opening their doors to sell their wares. There was no one to open them. No one to sweep the streets, tow the cars, mend the railings or pick up the items dropped by their owners in whatever haste they left in…or were taken. Outside of the Espace Léopold, flags gently fluttered in the breeze, but even behind all of its security, the buildings were empty and everyone gone from the most important members of the European Parliament who were working there, to the cleaners. Every office, every room was empty and silent as the grave. Brussels, capital of Belgium and de facto capital of the European Union, stood as a ghost town, devoid of its 1.8 million population. On the breeze there was but the memory of one little sentence, the only explanation for the elegant city turned ghost town. She loves you… |
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| Narration | Jun 5 2012, 07:02 PM Post #2 |
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All across the world, there was a shudder in space-time. What seemed like mirages gave way to large, hulking behemoths, floating in the skies. Over the Atlantic, an airliner was confronted with a sudden cloud, out of place on an otherwise cloudy day. When the Skrull Dreadnought appeared from it, there was no time to send a distress call, and a hundred lives were silenced. Fleet upon fleet jumped into existence, their arrivals surrounded by thunderous cracks that echoed for miles. All over the world, massive hulking ships phased into the world, their dull roars and siren blares filling the skies and the streets and the world below with cacophonous noise. They moved slowly, their droning thrums a harbinger to those ahead, and they began their work, priming shells full of terra-forming agents that would soon begin to take Earth to a stage more befitting of its new Skrull Dominion. Other, smaller ships began to scramble the airwaves, began billowing smoke into the skies, to reroute frequencies. Passenger planes began losing connection with traffic control. Shipping schedules suddenly became confused. Entire trade lines were shut down. Communications were cut off. The global media networks were all being scrambled, making way for their Skrull agent on the ground to take them over. Other still began to dispatch small, personal cruisers, weaponry loaded as they zoomed off with perilous intent. They zoomed across the skies, whipping about at high speeds. They would defend their master ships if need be, but these were solely a decoy. There were more beyond the line that separated this world from their home, more that could easily be brought across that line. It was a glorious day for Earth. The Day of its reclamation. The Queen, high in her motive and right in her cause, directed them from her hidden seat on this world. The Skrull had arrived. Their siren calls blared, drawing the stares of billions. Across the world, monitors all blinked on, radios all tuned in, satellites all broadcasted the same thing, regardless of their owners decisions. |
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| Queen Veranke | Jun 5 2012, 07:03 PM Post #3 |
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It's Good to be the Queen
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As the ships materialized over every major city in the world, looking as if they had always been there, like they had simply been waiting a signal that no one understood but them, a pulse went out and for one hundredth of one second every scrap of electronic data, every radio signal, computer file, cell tower, satellite orbiting the already conquered planet, was held in the possession of something so sinister and dark that it was the basis of instinctual fear. Then with a thought and a breath's worth of time, the grid that encompassed the planet was rewritten, and every screen burst to life. Across the world, televisions ceased their normally scheduled programming to bring you this emergency bulletin. Cell phones, land lines, fax machines, walkie talkies, even pagers in the hands of the less than up to date sprang into a cacophony of ringing, alerting, alarming. Radio, satellites, internet access all spontaneously and simultaneously redirected themselves. For one long pause, there was only the beating of billions of hearts in rapid rushes of adrenaline, most with the terror of the unknown, and a few, far more than anyone knew, with the readiness of racial birthright and preparation. Then, the figure appeared, cloaked in shadows, only two brilliant glowing yellow eyes cutting through the doom, the shine revealing nothing except the sensation of the scaled and mottled green skin beneath those fiery orbs. “People of Earth, your dominance is over. Your world is in our power now, we control every aspect of your existence. For thousands, millions of years we have lain dormant, out of sight, out of mind, out of phase, and you have been allowed to grow, as we intended on you growing at the dawn of history, when the first of us came. You were such fragile creatures, stupid, weak, lost, nothing more than a prey animal for the beasts of your primeval jungles and plains, and we gave you the gift of sentience, so that you may better serve us. The Bad Times came upon us though, and we were forced to abandon you, but we never forgot, we never forgot that this planet was ours, and you, dear little primates, you were meant to be ruled. Your Gods have returned to you, rejoice and bend your knees. “Forgive us, if this time is difficult for you. Such transitions of power sometimes meet with fear and reluctance. Your heroes, these men and women of evolution, they will fight us, and in doing so endanger you all. This will hurt us, this will hurt me, your Queen. I love you, my children, and He, the One Who Made Us, He loves you.” There was a pause and then the Queen said, quietly, “Your heroes have been scattered, weakened, trapped. Your friends and neighbors have already been replaced by my loyal warriors. We have demonstrated our strength by taking entire cities overnight, turning them into ghost towns. This is our might, this is our day. Accept your fate, and your destiny, dear children of Earth, you now and forever belong to Skrullos.” She leaned forward, so that her blazing eyes filled the screen and she said, speaking in Skrull so that only those who were of the blood would understand her words. <“Children of Skrullos, heed your orders. Incapacitate all resistance, target leaders and those who offer high threats of resistance. There is no more need to preserve their lives. If they object, kill them, destroy them. This is the day that our ancestors prepared us for. He loves you, Children, and the might of Skrullos is with you!”> Then, every screen, every phone signal, every line of communication by electrical, radio, or satellite went dead. There was there only the lingering of the ships, and the fear and the doubt. Earth was well and truly conquered before it had even known it was under attack. |
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