Soon after the camp was set up, Regrad sent forth a messenger. Tallgrin The Triumphant, old captain of the Imperial Star destroyer Mike, was sent to offer them the peaceful opportunity to surrender. He marched up proudly to the walls, and knocked, yes knocked on the door. Confused, and cautious, the enemy soldiers slowly opened the door and poked rifle points outside. This strange and baffling action would have gotten him shot, but an armoured black figure moved slowly outside. It beckoned him inside its walls.
The men hoped he’d be O.K. These were the Deities of the dark people that first lead them away. They were sinister, murderous, cruel, manipulative, and cunning. They also had the powers of GODS. That meant their entire army would barely contain a single one of them. They were worried.
For you see, their gods slumbered peacefully. The gods of the enemy fought vigorously. But recently theologists had gathered, and a great ceremony begun to awaken the gods. But until then they merely waited and hoped that their captain returned safely.
Tallgrin found himself in a large castle. It was reminiscent of those in the data files of the ancient human medieval kings. Now that he looked at his guide closer, he did resemble a human quite a bit. It was a touch freaky. He was lead by lines of supplies- food, water, ammo, equipment, etc-and saw that the troops had been especially careful around any of the more “impressive” areas around the building. It was strange indeed that they would have such care for anything built in a design that was not their own.
In his experience, they enjoyed overly the use of their physical might to terrify and destroy, rather then protect. Especially something like this.
His guide sat in a large, soft chair, and motioned him to sit as well. He placed his helmet by his feet and graciously accepted a place of chocolate sweets offered to him by-
-A small child of a race he had never heard of. It wore ragged clothing and was dirty. It looked afraid and scurried out of sight quickly. He gave a look to his guide, who seemed to ignore the wretch.
Tallgrin sat up, and tasted one of the chocolates. He felt slightly faint inside.
“We understand you have been holding out, here in central point, for some time now” said Tallgrin. These chocolates were indeed very good “But we would like to offer you a chance to surrender now, before more blood is spilt” These chocolates were indeed very good. “We understand you have done everything within-“ he was concerned of using the word power, least it insult him “-reason to hold onto this world, but you must see that any continued fighting would merely result in increased losses.” He must find some way to pick up another box of these chocolates before he left “Which Neither I nor you want… is it alittle warm in here?” he asked, loosening his collar. “Anyways, I’m sure we can make a deal that would be mutually beneficial, and avoid any more, unpleasant confrontations” He had read his history, and heard about Luke using that line. He had wanted to be a Jedi but had had very few midi chlorines.
The dark being steepled his long, human fingers, and said “Have you heard of humanity? Terribly interesting species. They are so diverse. Some are brave, some are cowards. Some are smart, some are stupid. Some are good and some are-“
“Evil?” said Tallgrin, smiling slightly, despite his rising temperature.
The being smiled, and stood.
“I prefer to say, with their own concerns foremost in their minds. But that is a mouthful, so, evil” He said the word despising “will suffice. But one thing any long-time studier of humans will discover, is that they are so brilliant in accomplishing their goals. They are prepared to bend every rule of law, heaven, and themselves to do what it is they intend.”
He sighed. “If only we had come to earth, instead of that ball of granite, covered with its’ stupid, useless, morons” His voice rose, and Tallgrins’ chest burned inside “What we could have done, if not for the fools that worked against us, leaving us to shepherd a hoard of idiots and lumps of flesh. We could have conquered where others had failed, took what others could not, we could have won” and now his fury sank.
“But we didn’t. And as such we must make do with what we have.” Tallgrin fell to the floor, his body screaming in pain now. “And one thing we have, Azguardian, is our cunning, our boundless cunning, and your friends will taste it like you have.”
And with that he left, leaving a dead Azguardian decomposing on his carpet. The servants, crawling from the shadows, dragged his body away, and quickly mopped up the blood, least their masters discipline them.
