Post by The Great MM on Jul 25, 2009 20:13:49 GMT -5
Less than an hour has gone by since the massive meeting of the now so-called Grand Alliance. Saberon and his forces, the most active and aggressive of the races, seemed to have taken a sort of loose leadership of it. As the others vacated the base, making themselves useful in their own bases and ships, Saberon had ordered another broadcast.
The room was decored in various alien plants with technological screens behind him. A fan was brought in and set on low, blowing just enough wind to make Saberon's cape wave in a dramatic way. He shook his head and shoulders, loosening up as his men hacked into the television broadcasts.
"Are we ready?" He growled, impatient.
"In 3... 2.... 1..." Another reptile said, lifting his hand and lowering his fingers accordingly.
Now, on Earth, families watching TV, military forces watching live feeds... everything was cut off, replaced by Saberon standing tall, his arms crossed across his chest.
His head was tilted upward a bit, but he lowered it, glaring at the screen with evil intent. "Greetings humans." He declared, "Or should I say, greetings darkness."
People looked at one another confused.
"As you humans may know, a new force has come to Earth. They may seem magical to you, but you're just primitive fools. They're as magical fish and as scary as a mule." He declared, obviously not impressed with what he had seen so far. He nodded his head half-way to the side, "You attacked our forces." He snarled, "You have no idea what Hell you just brought on yourselves." He added.
"You may think you're the big bads. You may think you are all powerful." His tongue flicked out, "You will find that there is a reason why the word 'Klenthurian' makes a being's heart skip a beat, why they're fingers suddenly turn as cold as ice and breathing becomes shallow."
"This is your first and last warning." He declared, lifting his hand from his chest, extending a single finger, "This world is ours. Not yours. Get out." He hissed, glaring at the screen as it slowly turned to static and then back to normal....
The room was decored in various alien plants with technological screens behind him. A fan was brought in and set on low, blowing just enough wind to make Saberon's cape wave in a dramatic way. He shook his head and shoulders, loosening up as his men hacked into the television broadcasts.
"Are we ready?" He growled, impatient.
"In 3... 2.... 1..." Another reptile said, lifting his hand and lowering his fingers accordingly.
Now, on Earth, families watching TV, military forces watching live feeds... everything was cut off, replaced by Saberon standing tall, his arms crossed across his chest.
His head was tilted upward a bit, but he lowered it, glaring at the screen with evil intent. "Greetings humans." He declared, "Or should I say, greetings darkness."
People looked at one another confused.
"As you humans may know, a new force has come to Earth. They may seem magical to you, but you're just primitive fools. They're as magical fish and as scary as a mule." He declared, obviously not impressed with what he had seen so far. He nodded his head half-way to the side, "You attacked our forces." He snarled, "You have no idea what Hell you just brought on yourselves." He added.
"You may think you're the big bads. You may think you are all powerful." His tongue flicked out, "You will find that there is a reason why the word 'Klenthurian' makes a being's heart skip a beat, why they're fingers suddenly turn as cold as ice and breathing becomes shallow."
"This is your first and last warning." He declared, lifting his hand from his chest, extending a single finger, "This world is ours. Not yours. Get out." He hissed, glaring at the screen as it slowly turned to static and then back to normal....
