" The operation has begun." Orlov repeated the sentence carefully. It was the best argument he had and even his opponent had in the end agreed with the goal of this galactic intervention. " So we were behind the erupting volcanoes on Java." Jian didn't sound surprised. The Impirial task-force was using equipment that was build by humans. The Alaska-stated HAARP-installation was pumping billions of volts into the stratosfeer. Created to manipulate the weather on the battlefield, the effects had totally gone beserk. Creating weatherchanges, earthquakes, hurricanes and volcanic eruptions. Still the experiments went on and the effects spread around the world creating total chaos. And that was only one of destructive experiments of the governing Elite, creating another Big Bang and a human cleansing. Had the point of no return not yet been reached or lay this phase behind them. And now the forces of the Empire had stepped in, to make things even worse.
" Commander, you must have heard stories about this sword." He pointed at the sword. " I would like to add a story to it." Some officers present grinned. That's why the Master had a nickname: the Crazy Monk. One reason of the name was, that even in dangerous situaties, the Master Jian was always telling stories, reciting poetry or singing songs.
Orlov's attention had been drawn and he nodded. As if he was presenting a Roman legion the Crazy Monk rose again. " My name is Jian, I am human. This sword's name is named Jian, it bears the essence of this human world and once played an enormous role when our world began.. It is mine by descend and by conquest. But it is broken. In this state his power is fragmented and chaotic." The dominant figure paused. " I know a way to heal this sword. On this planet lives the only craftsman, who can restore the sword and its power." The Master paused again, drawing every-one's attention, he smiled inwardly. " How easy they could be fooled". He turned his head to commander Orlov. " I ask permission to organize a searchparty to find this craftsmen or the necessary technique, before itr is too late and the harvesting of Earth has begun."
This all seemed innocent enough, Orlov thought, but the Master was known for complicated intriques and was a recognized conspiracy-expert. Plans behind plans. But he accepted the importance of the sword for the master, who was about to loose his homeplanet. " If there is no interference with our plans," He looked up at the Master, which made him feel uncomfortable, who shook his head, " Than I grant you permission for a small searchteam." The Master smiled. " You won't be disappointed. This sword will change my destiny and of my home-planet's future." That last remark made Orlov uneasy, but Jian being away, did mean a lot less potential turbulence on the mothership. " Meeting closed." , Orlov said. He too knew what his future would bring.
" Commander, you must have heard stories about this sword." He pointed at the sword. " I would like to add a story to it." Some officers present grinned. That's why the Master had a nickname: the Crazy Monk. One reason of the name was, that even in dangerous situaties, the Master Jian was always telling stories, reciting poetry or singing songs.
Orlov's attention had been drawn and he nodded. As if he was presenting a Roman legion the Crazy Monk rose again. " My name is Jian, I am human. This sword's name is named Jian, it bears the essence of this human world and once played an enormous role when our world began.. It is mine by descend and by conquest. But it is broken. In this state his power is fragmented and chaotic." The dominant figure paused. " I know a way to heal this sword. On this planet lives the only craftsman, who can restore the sword and its power." The Master paused again, drawing every-one's attention, he smiled inwardly. " How easy they could be fooled". He turned his head to commander Orlov. " I ask permission to organize a searchparty to find this craftsmen or the necessary technique, before itr is too late and the harvesting of Earth has begun."
This all seemed innocent enough, Orlov thought, but the Master was known for complicated intriques and was a recognized conspiracy-expert. Plans behind plans. But he accepted the importance of the sword for the master, who was about to loose his homeplanet. " If there is no interference with our plans," He looked up at the Master, which made him feel uncomfortable, who shook his head, " Than I grant you permission for a small searchteam." The Master smiled. " You won't be disappointed. This sword will change my destiny and of my home-planet's future." That last remark made Orlov uneasy, but Jian being away, did mean a lot less potential turbulence on the mothership. " Meeting closed." , Orlov said. He too knew what his future would bring.
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