The Simpson's: In Space: Season 2: Episode 7: Creed of the Ancients: Part 1
Hear me now my disciples, for you have been wronged, the Battle of Armea was not of your doing. For… you have been betrayed, the days to come will be dark indeed, stand strong for you will need the strength of my kin to survive till the next dawn. But do not despair, though in the eyes of the Archon you will wax and wane, you will not falter. For just before the next dawn cracks, the redeemed sons and daughters of the Dread Brothers will come, they will heal the wounds that an eternity of war have wrought.
When they come, so too will I, for you are my disciples, and though the mere thought of abandoning you disturbs me and breaks my heart. But Iam as my witness, I will stand beside you before the end comes. Stand by what I have foretold, and the hope of this galaxy, of the universe itself may yet be saved from extinction and darkness.
K-Tan's Promise: as spoken by the Lord of Justice Himself after the slaughter in the Armea Nebula, to the distraught Knights of K-Tan. In the ten-thousand four-hundred and seventy-third year of the Eternal War.
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POV: Lord-General Stubbins.
"Sir, we are about to exit Q-Space and rendezvous with the Federation of Man Star Legion." Said my second-in-command Sergeant Maraak, he was a good soldier, willing to carry massive weapons into battle if it meant victory "Good, prepare to welcome them, we must make for Armea as soon as possible. Barring any major incidents we should get to the Nebula as soon as possible."
"Speaking of 'major incident's' I saw Lord-Admiral Ta-Krin coming here. Probably to lodge more bellyaching at the idea of going to Armea, or the idea of meeting Outlanders, or he just might hate ideas altogether." Said Maraak, explaining ounce more his disdain for the Lord-Admiral… which I share with him for obvious reasons. "I don't like him either, but he is in command of the ships, look as usual we will pretend to listen to Ta-Krin as he rambles about why he doesn't want to do something." I said, and as if on cue Ta-Krin entered the bridge
"Once again I must protest to come out here without notifying High Command." Procedures nuts, there's one in every Battle Fleet. "I already informed them of the situation before we left the refueling station." Said Maraak, good man, even if he does have a habit of doing a whole lot of the things he does just to annoy Ta-Krin. Such as invalidating any complaints of his that might actually be valid.
And before (or rather as) he could lodged yet another whiny complaint. We exited Q-Space to see the Federation Star Legion; compared to other Battle Fleets it wasn't all that impressive; however I think I read something in the briefing after Uthlaan ordered our coming here. I think they have some very advanced technology, including something that can allow beings to be transported without the use of any kind of space craft.
"Sire, the Star Legion has contacted us." Said the ship's helmsman. "Patch them through; it is time we start to lay the ground works for this battle." I said as a hologram began to materialize in the middle of the bridge. "Ta-Krin, I seem to have misplaced my datapad, could you get back from my quarters? I think I left it in my desk."
"And why can't your Second do that?" Asked Ta-Krin. "The Lord-General asked YOU, to get it, so get his datapad, NOW!" Said Maraak, brandishing his weapon at Ta-Krin, and without asking any questions Ta-Krin ran out of the bridge. "Helmsman, boost the signal," I said as I got out my datapad, "I don't want that half-wit interrupting this."
At this time the hologram had completely materialized, it was of a human woman in a white uniform, complete with one of those big officers' hats. "This is Admiral Bethany Tanto of the Federation of Man 9th Star Legion. I take it you are the Archon's Militia?"
"Yes, Battle Fleet R'hllor to be specific, I am Lord-General Stubbins commander of this Battle Fleet." I said. "I see, now then I suspect that Chapter Master Uthlaan has already informed you of our mission."
"Aye that he did, he said that we would be inbound for the Armea Nebula." I said. "Yes, there is a major Thrail outpost in that system, if we can destroy it; it would open a window of opportunity to defeat the Thrail entirely." She said, she doesn't sound all that convinced in the battle ahead. "I see anything else I should know about this?"
"Not really, except do you have any other contacts with any other Battle Fleets?" She asked. "I might, why do you ask?" And by that, I meant that Ta-Krin knows of Battle Fleet movements that were another reason I put up with his presence, that and it is mainly the Lord-Admirals duty to keep contact with other Battle Fleets. "Because as this is a high risk mission, there is a very high probability that there will be massive casualties, and from what I understand the Archon's Militia excels at such-"
"And you want us to call for reinforcements from other Battle Fleets for this battle don't you?" Mareek said interrupting the FOM Admiral. "Well… yes, look I'll be honest I'm nervous as all get out at the thought of this. This is the Thrail we are talking about!"
"We will see what we can do, for now just mobilize your Star Legion for the battle ahead, like you said this will be a long and bloody one." I said as the hologram disappeared, and just in time because Ta-Krin had just returned. "I'm sorry, but I couldn't find your datapad and-… Lord-General did you send me out to find your datapad so that I couldn't communicate with the Federation Admiral?"
"No."
"Your datapad wasn't even missing! You're holding it right now!"
"What datapad?"
"The one your hold!- GAH! YOU PEOPLE ARE IMPOSSIBLE!... look what did the Admiral want?"
"She… wanted to know if uh… other Battle Fleets had a sandwich."
"A sandwich?"
"Yes, a sandwich."
"You sent me on a wild Z'yan chase so that the Federation delegate could ask for a sandwich?"
"What? Don't be stupid, we all hate you and you would have spent the whole time whining about some stupid something or another." Said Mareek, his voice dripping with venom and sarcasm. "Now, would be nice enough as to contact any other Battle Fleet's, and tell them to rendezvous with us here with the Star Legion?"
"Well…" said Ta-Krin, who was obviously at a loss of words. "I suspect that I will have to use the long range communicator then?" He said, and as he went off Mareek followed him. "Why are you following me Sergeant?" He asked as Mareek pointed his rifle at his face. "So that you actually do what you said you were going to do. Instead of… well something counterproductive, the point is I don't trust you to do anything by yourself." He said as he began poking Ta-Krin with his old bayonet 'Blunt Betty'.
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(Meanwhile on the Sinbad, Uthenera is walking through a warm forest environment)
POV: Uthenera Ashla.
A/N: Just a quick heads up, the following contains SOME sappy dialog; viewer discretion or at least one teenage girl that likes this kind sappy wording or whatnot is advised.
I walk through these trees as a warm sunset looms over the horizon, the smell of spring grass and sunlight fills my nostrils. The grass is soft and warm beneath my bare feet; I feel the warm wind blow through my montrals. I- wait? What is that noise? It sounded like a twig breaking.
"Who is there?" I said as I snapped myself out of my nature influenced blissful stupor, I stood ready for a moment, waiting for whoever made that noise, then as I began to relax I head an inhuman shriek followed. I look behind me and panic, and saw a black robed figure leaping down from the sky, howling like a demon. I jumped out of the way as landed, a massive shockwave emanating from where it landed. Turning the entire area into a black sanded desert, the sky darkened and the sun exploded in an odd mess of red and orange fireworks.
I assumed a fighting stance as the figure got up and turned to face me. "You want to fight? Then come at me!" I said, then the being jumped up with its purple blade lighted up and-
"STOP THE SIMULATION!" And then the whole thing paused, the hologram of the demon Boltok froze in mid-air. "Seraph how many times do we have to do this? I've already gone through this four times already!" I said complaining about my twin sisters attempt to make me go through the Blotadon, an ancient Twi'grutan rite of passage.
"As many times as it takes," she said as my surroundings began to fade, and was replaced by a silver box shaped room that served as the ships holodeck, "but for now we will stop, we've been at this all day." I was begrudged but glad that I was done, since I was liberated from the Thrail and my misadventures with the Sinbad's crew. Seraph has been trying to get me prepared for the battle that we would be fighting in Armea. Witch has been to put me through a simulation of the actual Blotadon ritual.
"Still, it was fascinating to observe an aspect Twi'grutan culture." Said Lisa as I left the holodeck, I'm not sure how but Bart and Lisa (mainly Lisa) managed to talk Seraph into letting them watch, or for that matter why Lisa would have wanted to see this. "I haven't shown you this out some kind cultural sharing muk, I only let you watch this because you wouldn't leave me alone about it."
"It wasen't that bad."
"You got into my shower!"
"I was wearing a swimsuit."
"Those were just bubbles covering your gonads! At any rate it was really annoying the amount of harassment I got from you!" Seraph said. "And I don't even want to know how you talked Bart into this."
"Yes, you don't want to know." Said Bart drearily. "At any rate, why was she failing? She seemed to be doing pretty good." A question that I myself would like answered. "Uthenera wasn't on guard until Boltok first made a noise, and when a few seconds went by without him making a noise you went back to enjoying the scenery!" She said irritably. "Is it my fault that it was so beautiful?" I objected. "For the love- the whole point of the Blotadon is that you have to keep your guard up at all times! You are not supposed to relax and enjoy the scenery. How many times have I explained this?"
Before we could continue, a strange man wondered into the room. "Uh… hello, am I interrupting anything?" He said in a slightly dumpy tone. "What do you want? And why haven't I ever seen you before?" Said Seraph, who was clearly on the verge of going mad from shear frustration. "Um… my name is uh… Walter, the Captain told me to tell you that you should all come up to the bridge." He said in an adorably dorky tone. "Why didn't just tell us himself?" Seraph asked.
"Uh… I think the communications are buggy right now so I offered to tell you." Walter explained. "Very well, it had better be important. Uthenera, Bart, Lisa, come!" Said Seraph as we went off to the bridge. "Walter aren't you coming?" I asked as the man just stood where he was standing. "Uh… I seem to have lost all of the feeling in my legs." He said as he fell over onto his butt, I couldn't help but giggle at this sight.
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POV: Corvo-Ss Draug.
"Goodbye! Tell the Captain I said hi!" I said as I waved back at the teenagers. "And if he doesn't remember me, then don't think anything of it!" I said as the one called Uthenera gave me cute little wave, and as they went around the corner I got back up. "By the Nine that was painful." I said as I got myself back up from the floor. "I don't think I will try to communicate with the crew as 'Walter' anymore that hurt my brain." I said as I took off my disguise, revealing what I really am, a Quetzal. "Might as well call the fleet; let them know what's going on." I said as I got out my holo-crystal.
"Corvo-Ss to Ya'han's Dream, Fleetmistress Rhana Dhandra can you hear me?" I said into the crystal as a hologram of Dhandra began to appear. "Aye Corvo-Ss, what is your status on the Sinbad?" She asked me as I took off my disguise, redressing myself in the armor of the Shadow Walkers; just a simple black robe is all. "As far as I know we are about to make for this Armea Nebula that the Knights of K-Tan were talking about. Though again I have to ask why I have been inserted onboard this ship and not the Halcyon?"
"Like I told you before, Admiral Tanto would notice an extra crew member onboard her ship. I'm not sure if you are aware, but unlike most humans she is one for shirking her duties, which oddly enough includes keeping track of individual crew members." Of course she was right as always, after the rise of the Federation of Man Autarch Catherine updated standard procedure, probably to try to dissuade agents like me from infiltrating Star Legions, a pity that it didn't really work though.
"Either way, go to the bridge and listen in." Ordered Dhandra. "Aye Fleetmistress," I said as I turned off my communicator and got into an air duct, "it is against my better judgment but I will go to the bridge." I said as I climbed through the ventilation system up to the bridge.
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(Latter, on the Sinbad's bridge)
POV: Seraph Ashla.
Alright Seraph, this is the moment of truth, when we go to the Armea Nebula. When the last of Nak'ama Ashla will be reunited and the Thrail finally brought to justice. "Okay, so have all of these 'Battle Fleets' come yet?" Said Homer, bored out of his mind of waiting for the other Archon Militia Battle Fleets to arrive. "For the last time Homer," said Admiral Bethany, just as annoyed with Homer's whining as he was bored, "we have to wait for at least six more Battle Fleets before we can assault Armea, the entire area is likely to be heavily defended and we need all the muscle that we can get if this to be a success."
Just then, thousands upon tens of hundreds of thousands of ships entered the immediate area, all but blotting out the systems sun. "Ah, speck of the devil there already here." She said as the images of the rest of the Star-Legion's captains appeared, even that slime Blackadder. "Now hear this, the Archon Militia Battle Fleets have arrived. While they are here we will cooperate with them to ensure that this operation." She said, all the Captains said 'aye yi', except for Captain Blackadder, who judging from his rabidly moving lips had his end of the coms muted.
"Good to hear, now Homer you will take your Scout Fleet ahead into the nebula." She said abruptly. "What? Why?" Said Homer who had just now decided to listen to briefings apparently. "For one thing, your fleet is comprised of the only stealth ships in the Star Legion, besides, there is the matter of… could the rest of you hold?" The Captains except for Blackadder nodded, and then the sound of the Jeopardy tune filled the air. "Seraph's parents being that area, frankly I'm uncomfortable enough being in another galaxy without the prospect of sacrificing my men just so that you can get your family back together!" She said, in a venomous tone.
"So let me make this perfectly clear, you will go into Armea, and do whatever you can to make this so simple that we can't lose a single ship to the Thrail." She stated sternly. "Wouldn't that have eliminated the whole point of asking those Militia guys to come?" Homer pointed out, and one of the few intelligent things the man has ever said. "Then we will provide reinforcements if you really need it, and if you manage to subdue the Thrail without any incident then we will move in to make sure that the nebula is clear of any sort of booby trap. Then we move onto the Thrail's main base and do… whatever it is you have planned for that Seraph."
She said, vaguely referring to my plan to… assimilate the Thrail Collective, it was complicated, but due to my recently Awakened Blood Sire status and powers, and the revelation that I am really the Twilight Herald, the first member of what should be a force that can eliminate the Blood Lords themselves. I think that should be enough for me to take over the Collective from Jezebel.
A/N: Was that enough of an infodump?... did I mention that I watch videos on Youtube and play video games while writing these? So between that, the internet acting all wonky from time to time, writers block, a chaotic schedule that keeps me away from writing most days, me not even realizing that I keep Microsoft Word open without even using it most days, and generally this has gotten so long I barely remember how this mess started. Or why I've been writing this madness for the past four or five years, I'm beginning to think my mom was right, I should wright my own stuff and not pigeon-hole off of the Simpson's.
In short, I'm going to stop writing this nonsense and get to writing my own stuff, no fanfiction, no nothing. Instead I'm going to write my own fantasy novel, get it published someday, and then I will roll around in the money and make the alleged 'modern' books look like bird cage lining! GOODNIGHT EVERYBODY!
P.S. If anyone wants to continue this by themselves, go right ahead.