It was just another bad news night scheduled on GNN, the Galactic News Network, broadcasting to all sectors operating. War was rampant and it seemed no good deeds of humanity or alien were to be found in this day and age. This broadcast would be no different. The broadcaster stared into the camera a few moments as in disbelief before continuing on to the next story...
"And in a continuing story, you may remember our coverage of the missing reporter we had on assignment in the Tion sector last year, galactic standard. Alex Tribane, on assignment in Tion to track down the disturbing rumour of hidden vessels and unseen technology. Just thirty days ago our much adored reporter was found, and thats the last piece of good news this story has to offer for our dear network.
"Alex returned to us with stories of wonder and excitement. Of a race of Angels, capable of great feats of kindness and humanity. His stories were much like old mythos of long past Gods brought to life. He shared with us his encounters, his planet by planet stops and the new wonders he was able to share. Unbenownst to our reporter, his cherished Angels had given to him more than he had bargined for.
"Not one day after his return he was quarintened for viral like symptoms uncurable from this faculty. It would have been written off as some form of unknown pleague from the Tion sector, except upon closer examination it was found that the virus was in fact technological in nature. Leading us here at GNN to believe initially that these 'Dameuns' as Alex so put it, were more to blame as it would seem.
"This assumption was proven correct when three days later Alex was dead. The pseudo-virus had ravaged his body in much the way lepropsy, iflicted early inhabitants of most underdeveloped worlds. It wasnt until the autopsy that the evidence was discovered, for just inside his ribcage, formed from disassembled atoms from his own body lay a message transmission from a new order in the galaxy labeling itself 'The Black Dragon Empire.' We will play an excerpt of this message to intiquate for you what type of people they are, please hold.."
The Image curlled a bit and changed to form that of a nature scene, much like a postcard of the grand canyon, except oddly distorted. Forming into view were what appeared to be small shield generators, and as the view zoomed in farther, the entire canyon seemed to be full of little black tips, like a forest of thin black trees. Then the voice of Alex cut in:
"Im not exactly positive what these areas are for, my hosts were quite adamant that I not come around here for some reason. They are so peacefull, its hard to believe these could be what I think, but..."
The view Changed as the vision blured once more. This time a busling cityscape, almost appearing to be a Coruscant of the future as seen from above. Tiny vehicles of unknown purpose flashed from one side of the view to another. Into focus came a large silo housing even more of the Black tiped 'things' from the previous view.
"It seems my thoughts have been confirmed. Missles, designed for interstellar flight. I discovered a large underground faculty in the midst of producing these things. I havent inquired any further with my grascious hosts as to the need for such things, but then again I dont think they appreciate me hanging around these anyway *chuckle*"
Once again, the view changes, this time we see Alex in view, a plain grey darkend wall behind him. His eyes are somewhat droopy and his demeanor is less excited than could be heard in previous transmissions.
"Ive made a horrible mistake, my hosts, The Black Dragon Empire they call themselves, are not what they seem. This day I snuck back into the factory I had found the previous day. While the language is radically different, I did manage to find a galactic common panel able to tell me what the place was for. Its a Phage, designed to eliminate all life from the galaxy except for their own, and I've been infected. They cought me in their death factory and in my haste to try and hide, I punctured a sealant tank and got sprayed with the little beasts.
"They are sending me home now, secure in the knowledge I will spread warning to the rest of the galaxy. They seem to want the knowledge to spread, as if it would help their cuase. Before shoving me into this transport they injected me with something, though Im fairly certain it wasnt a cure, as I have been feeling succesivly worse day by day. My chest hurts badly... I record this message in case I dont make it back.
"I'm a lonely man in life, no family..."
The message cut from there, the broadcaster sat in her chair, mouth agape in disbelief.
"We also play this message, in behest of The Black Dragon Empire, as directed by message encased, for the good of the galaxy..."
The message was clearly audio only as the net went black, and portrayed a single masculine voice of great strength.
"I speak for what you will come to know as The Black Dragon Empire. We remain seperate from your galactic civilization, yet become increasingly enamoured in your polotics and war struggles as they spill into our sector of space. What you have seen on your primitive recording devices is but a glimpse of our strength.
"Each world of our Empire is equiped with these aptly named 'missles.' Each 'missle' is capable of spreading what you again have apty named the 'Phage' to a planetary population with relative ease. What you have witnessed with one member of your species is an easily repeatable occurance on a trillionth the scale.
"At this very moment, each of these 'missles' are targeted randomly at population centers, command structures and military gatherings across known space. We dont wish to become encumbered in the defense of our own worlds, as we never asked to become engaged in your galactic turmoil in the first place. As such, any attack on any world under the banner of The Black Dragon Empire will be viewed as an act of agression by the galaxy at large and not by any single grouping of your species.
"In such an event, all of our 'missles' are designed to operate simultaniously, and launch to their randomly designated targets, from not just the world under siege, but from all worlds. You may see this as an act of great terrorism, but in our view it becomes an act of great deterant from your ways of war."
The message cut out, and GNN did not come back on the air...
"And in a continuing story, you may remember our coverage of the missing reporter we had on assignment in the Tion sector last year, galactic standard. Alex Tribane, on assignment in Tion to track down the disturbing rumour of hidden vessels and unseen technology. Just thirty days ago our much adored reporter was found, and thats the last piece of good news this story has to offer for our dear network.
"Alex returned to us with stories of wonder and excitement. Of a race of Angels, capable of great feats of kindness and humanity. His stories were much like old mythos of long past Gods brought to life. He shared with us his encounters, his planet by planet stops and the new wonders he was able to share. Unbenownst to our reporter, his cherished Angels had given to him more than he had bargined for.
"Not one day after his return he was quarintened for viral like symptoms uncurable from this faculty. It would have been written off as some form of unknown pleague from the Tion sector, except upon closer examination it was found that the virus was in fact technological in nature. Leading us here at GNN to believe initially that these 'Dameuns' as Alex so put it, were more to blame as it would seem.
"This assumption was proven correct when three days later Alex was dead. The pseudo-virus had ravaged his body in much the way lepropsy, iflicted early inhabitants of most underdeveloped worlds. It wasnt until the autopsy that the evidence was discovered, for just inside his ribcage, formed from disassembled atoms from his own body lay a message transmission from a new order in the galaxy labeling itself 'The Black Dragon Empire.' We will play an excerpt of this message to intiquate for you what type of people they are, please hold.."
The Image curlled a bit and changed to form that of a nature scene, much like a postcard of the grand canyon, except oddly distorted. Forming into view were what appeared to be small shield generators, and as the view zoomed in farther, the entire canyon seemed to be full of little black tips, like a forest of thin black trees. Then the voice of Alex cut in:
"Im not exactly positive what these areas are for, my hosts were quite adamant that I not come around here for some reason. They are so peacefull, its hard to believe these could be what I think, but..."
The view Changed as the vision blured once more. This time a busling cityscape, almost appearing to be a Coruscant of the future as seen from above. Tiny vehicles of unknown purpose flashed from one side of the view to another. Into focus came a large silo housing even more of the Black tiped 'things' from the previous view.
"It seems my thoughts have been confirmed. Missles, designed for interstellar flight. I discovered a large underground faculty in the midst of producing these things. I havent inquired any further with my grascious hosts as to the need for such things, but then again I dont think they appreciate me hanging around these anyway *chuckle*"
Once again, the view changes, this time we see Alex in view, a plain grey darkend wall behind him. His eyes are somewhat droopy and his demeanor is less excited than could be heard in previous transmissions.
"Ive made a horrible mistake, my hosts, The Black Dragon Empire they call themselves, are not what they seem. This day I snuck back into the factory I had found the previous day. While the language is radically different, I did manage to find a galactic common panel able to tell me what the place was for. Its a Phage, designed to eliminate all life from the galaxy except for their own, and I've been infected. They cought me in their death factory and in my haste to try and hide, I punctured a sealant tank and got sprayed with the little beasts.
"They are sending me home now, secure in the knowledge I will spread warning to the rest of the galaxy. They seem to want the knowledge to spread, as if it would help their cuase. Before shoving me into this transport they injected me with something, though Im fairly certain it wasnt a cure, as I have been feeling succesivly worse day by day. My chest hurts badly... I record this message in case I dont make it back.
"I'm a lonely man in life, no family..."
The message cut from there, the broadcaster sat in her chair, mouth agape in disbelief.
"We also play this message, in behest of The Black Dragon Empire, as directed by message encased, for the good of the galaxy..."
The message was clearly audio only as the net went black, and portrayed a single masculine voice of great strength.
"I speak for what you will come to know as The Black Dragon Empire. We remain seperate from your galactic civilization, yet become increasingly enamoured in your polotics and war struggles as they spill into our sector of space. What you have seen on your primitive recording devices is but a glimpse of our strength.
"Each world of our Empire is equiped with these aptly named 'missles.' Each 'missle' is capable of spreading what you again have apty named the 'Phage' to a planetary population with relative ease. What you have witnessed with one member of your species is an easily repeatable occurance on a trillionth the scale.
"At this very moment, each of these 'missles' are targeted randomly at population centers, command structures and military gatherings across known space. We dont wish to become encumbered in the defense of our own worlds, as we never asked to become engaged in your galactic turmoil in the first place. As such, any attack on any world under the banner of The Black Dragon Empire will be viewed as an act of agression by the galaxy at large and not by any single grouping of your species.
"In such an event, all of our 'missles' are designed to operate simultaniously, and launch to their randomly designated targets, from not just the world under siege, but from all worlds. You may see this as an act of great terrorism, but in our view it becomes an act of great deterant from your ways of war."
The message cut out, and GNN did not come back on the air...