Sunday, November 1, 2015

'Character Ideas'

Shatter point-History of Magic in the Milky Way

-Fuhrer Eisenstein-Supreme Leader- (gives sentience to non-sentient organisms, and they’re always racist.)

-Jester, Fuhrer’s apprentice

-Lord Eon Shah-Minister of State

-Anton Cnyrim-Minister of Information

-Wilhelm von Ludendorff-Minister of War

-Lilliana Seniba- Secret Assassin, model

-Celeste Teuriine,-Secret Assassin, famous singer

-High Inquisitor Licht Kelenken

-Baron Klimt- CEO of Aryan Drive Yards

-Rayn Morgon, CEO of Imperial Trade Syndicate, after Recchia’s death and nationalization

-Lyn Kraus, Director of Night Hammer Secret Police Forces

-Roan Mannford-Minister of Justice

-Erich Heckolocker-Medical Research and Pharmaceuticals Chief

- Silver Araun, Director of Science Corps

-Frederick Sind, Chief Overseer of the Prison System

-Arch-Judge Hermann Zupfgeigenhansel, Head of the Criminal Justice System

-Chief Architect Kraal Nordkapp

- Seto Klemm, Chief Diplomat and Negotiator

-Master Johann Guggenberger the Blind-Sage

-Master Veek the Cruel-Sage

-Master Nicholas Eisner the Mad,-Sage

-Master Cervantes Del Inferno,-Sage

-Master Mehmet III the Sly, Sage

-Master Roderich Konrad the Bizarre, Sage

-Master Radu the Bloody, Sage

-Master Isaac Stuyvesant the Rich-Sage

-Master Hosni bin Abdullah the Robed-Sage

-Master Oliver Knowles the Wise-Sage

-Master Daisuke Morimoto the Slanted-Eye,-Sage

-Master Santiago Espinoza the Wiry-Haired-Sage

-Master James “Mathematician” Sloane the Genius-Sage

-Master Rika the Brutal- Sage

  1. Rise of the Nova Sinh

Following the end of the Great Xaati Conflict, which killed off more than 330 trillion beings 500 years before, the United Federation of Ordered Governments was faced with a long restructuring and rebuilding process, which created various new government structures, such as four Intelligence Agencies and greater monitoring systems, to make sure that the UFOG was never attacked on the same scale ever again. The war had been truly horrific. The Xaati crusaders, coming from an alliance of smaller warlord clans, united under a Grand Master, named Yau’Ung, who urged all men, women and members of any species willing to join the cause for conquest of the UFOG, who was expanding into Xaati space; they built a huge fleet of ships, such as the Massif-class heavy cruiser, the Teuthis-class super-cruiser and the Kanga-class carrier and obliterated world after world, several planets were completely destroyed, and the UFOG, the White Wizards and other allied sects were brought to the brink of extinction. Only because of one White Wizard’s gallant acts at the Battle of Klaipeda V broke the back of the Xaati fleet by killing Yau’Ung. When the war ended, everyone who remained breathed a sigh of relief. However, as the UFOG soldiers and White Wizards on Earth and Majesty, respectively, celebrated the end of the most horrific conflict the galaxy had ever seen, dark forces were afoot...

Around 200 years after the end of the Great Xaati Conflict, the UFOG was flourishing in a Golden Age of 5 Presidents; it was a time of unprecedented prosperity, however, on a backwater planet called Morgensonne, an Ouirrlok mother gave birth to a son, whom she named Rudolph; he was a healthy newborn, but it quickly became apparent that he was very different from his peers. He could sense things before they happened, telekinetically move things, and animate inanimate objects. His parents were concerned about their son’s powers. Though he was very young, he continued to hone his skills with magic and the Dark Arts, until, by age 13, when he started growing his species’ characteristic set of antlers; he decided that his parents were too ignorant and weak to be his family anymore, but by this point, his parents were so terrified of their own son that they were trying to send him away to a family that could handle him. This was finalized when he destroyed his family’s house with a massive telekinetic spell; with no friends and a family that refused to have anything to do with him, Rudolph decided to look for a new place to live, but being a non-human species, he was rather rejected by those who he tried to find refuge with. However, he was in luck…sort of. Eventually, a huge, imposing man with a jet-black robe and a hood that covered most of his face found him one day, begging for money on the streets of Morgensonne, a notoriously crime-ridden planet. Immediately, he was able to see that Rudolph wasn’t a normal individual…but liked that. He told Rudolph that his talents made him better than anyone, anyone else at all…and that planted the seed for later chaos. The man that rescued Rudolph was named Mortis Kraal, one of the last fully-trained Sinh wizards in existence. He had such knowledge of the dark arts that he could do basically anything at all, no matter how impossible it seemed. As far as the White Wizards were concerned, the Sinh had been wiped out at the Final Battle of Forlorn Valley, the last great Light-Dark wizard war. That was more than 1000 years before, and the Sinh, who formerly possessed a vast Empire with grand, proud heritage, tradition and culture, were now barely even a ghost of their former power. Unless Kraal did something, with his death, the Sinh would pass into extinction. Luck had smiled upon Kraal that day…but at the expense of the remainder of the galaxy. Rudolph was to be trained as a Sinh Sorcerer.

Upon arriving in Kraal’s lair, which was a huge, Tudor-style mansion on the Hudson River within the UFOG itself’s capital, Earth, Rudolph was taught the Sinh motto:

There are no lies, only interpretations.”

However, the easy part ended there. Rudolph was first indoctrinated in the perception that the Sinh were inferior to no one, no man, bird or beast, and that all life comes from chaos, and that chaos and chaos alone lead to order.

If virtue be sin, if piety be guilt, all the principles of morality, justice and love be perverted, so be it. We must confess to ourselves that those we call “Invalids” are a pestilence and plague on our society. These loud, offensive hooligans that call themselves “Christians” “Jews” and “Muslims” believe in what they think is a certain, divinely-ordained universe where those who follow the Lord, God, or Allah, will not perish, but find eternal salvation. What else can you expect from an inferior human mind? Some may call us demons, devils, misguided followers of Satan, or even harbingers of the Anti-Christ. No, these lambs are the misguided ones. They fail to see that the purpose of the NSSDAP is not sorcerer equality, it is sorcerer SUPREMACY. We do not wish to be ruled over by a heap of God-fearing, religious buffoons that come straight from the great, black, shit-filled pit of ignorance and despair, and therefore must be obliterated. Christianity preaches that a Judge will come down to perform the Last Judgment, just before casting the sinners to Hell, and delivering the saved. They are correct, but the Judge is not God or His Elders, the Judge is ME, and YOU are my disciples! I shall send the hoard, the swarm, my scourge and my sword upon the bigoted wizard-haters, the Christians, the Jews, and the Muslims! In regards to all three religions, Christianity has been the self-proclaimed “true-religion,” when in fact; more wars have been fought in the name of God than any other reason! The greatest war the Milky Way has ever known, the Great Watari Conflict, was fought over the Watari denying Christianity as true! As for the Jews, they are filthy conspirators, an offshoot of the ancient Judaic-Semitic line, and they permeate the entire galaxy, even non-humans have embraced Judaism, which is quite disturbing. For us, anti-Semitism is a tool to de-louse the galaxy. The Jews are using the Christians, Blacks and any other inferior race, either human or non-human, meaning non-wizards, to absorb a disproportionate amount of the galaxy’s wealth, sabotage our economies and start every war since time immemorial, as greed is the root of all war. The Muslims are all filthy child-rapists, murderers and terrorists, serving their false god and preaching against sorcery. All religion opposes sorcery, not because it is evil, not because it is immoral, but because the mainstream religions are terrified of it. Why, you ask? The little lost sheep fear the wolves, so to keep the wolves in line, the sheep disguise themselves as even bigger wolves, yet they remain sheep at heart. Christianity is only a conspiracy invented along with the Jewish Race by corrupt, ancient governments to undermine beneficial practices such as alchemy, Wicca, Voodoo and other forms of witchcraft, the historical documents I have displayed will give more information if you need such reinforcement. These documents, such as “Are Jews Real?” and “On the Creation of the Jewish Race,” written more than 98000 years ago, were distributed at Anti-Semitic rallies and right-wing political assemblies; such that the followers of these ideals spread the ideas of racial purity. Also critical to our society is the scientist. He locates, discovers, proves new ideas, and disproves old ones. Religion, on the other hand, doesn’t change. It falls further and further behind as science advances. Through science, we will enact more efficient policies, such as the end of pointless, impractical animal experimentation; it gives us skewed results and does not demonstrate the true effects of a pharmaceutical drug on a human. I will streamline medicine and science by putting criminals and deviants to good use: Use them as test subjects instead. Undesirables only weigh society down. Useless people must be made useful. Here, science, alchemy, secularism, atheism and wizardry will control the Milky Way, not religious and moral dogma that has shackled our society for so long to a bunch of bungling religious leaders and pseudo-demagogue preachers, who spread lies to our children through their evil ministries of God, weakness and submission. This is not their galaxy anymore. They belong to US, the true and original masters of our plane, the sorcerers, alchemists, secularists and scientists! Destroy the churches! Burn the synagogues! Ravage the mosques and temples! This is our revenge! Now, all those who attempt to stop the ascension of a Galactic Fourth Reich, built in the name of witchcraft and wizardry, alchemy and science, will feel the wrath of our magic! DEATH TO RELIGION, ALL HAIL THE FOURTH EMPIRE!!!”

HEIL!!! HEIL!!!! HEIL!!!!!!

Speech by Rudolph Eisenstein to his constituency, upon taking the title of “Das Fuhrer” of the Fourth Reich of Nova Sinh, just before the Great Cry, which executed defunct President Saul Yudaev and lynched his four daughters and son, as well as half the Congress, the entire Light Order of White Magicians by utterly destroying their ancient home of Majesty, and hundreds of thousands of “deviants” in a colossal, galaxy-wide pogrom, officially called “Section 44.” The Congress was reorganized into the Ministry of State, a totally loyal legal body devoted to the Fuhrer and his will, and an age of darkness began. However, sorcerers ruling huge Empires were nothing new. The ancient Sinh society, or society of dark wizards, went back nearly 130,000 years, to the era known as the Pleistocene to the human race.

The term ‘magic’ is a misnomer, it is really an enhanced brain mutation that all sentient species are prone to; though some can use it, and others can’t, hence wizards and non-wizards. Wizards also draw power from the “Haze Realm,” a dark parallel world containing immense power. However, to trace the history of dark magic in the Milky Way Galaxy, the first dark wizards are paramount.

Most magical civilizations and organizations were founded about 100,000 years ago, but on one planet, called Orlan Ru, a bizarre, redskin species evolved. They lived in a state of what Voltaire would call “noble savagery,” by practicing their strange witchcraft, they lived in harmony with their barbarism, living in a social-Darwinian state, where murder of the weak was acceptable in relation to the strong. That their society wasn’t burdened by elderly, sick or lame individuals was their advantage, and because they were unified as one society, they could rise above their rivals and dominate the planet in an agrarian societal system. This worked well for about 70,000 years, until another species encountered the primitive species, called the Sinh: humanity, and the rise of the United Federation of Ordered Governments. The human diplomats, Jack and Philip Langston, both brothers, were quickly crushed and killed by the hostile Sinh, and about 30,000 ago, the once primitive Sinh had spacecraft…and knowledge of the outside world. Using this power, the King of the newly-formed Sinh Empire of Sorcery began to expand into what was becoming known as Sinh Space. Their capital, Orlan Ru, was built up with the great wealth they found by settling and colonizing other planets. A number of these Sinh even set up a library-temple, which later became the Dark Tabernacle Library, the dark-magic equivalent of the Great White Library on Majesty for the White Wizards. The reign of this first “Sinh Kingdom” was short-lived, with the death of the last King, Shee Hann, plunging the Sinh into civil war for more than a century. Still, the fragmented Empire continued to expand into new planets, but without a rallying figurehead, the future for the Sinh seemed bleak. Around 7,000 years ago, however, after the various Sinh kingdoms had rebuilt themselves as separate entities, when other dark sorcerers, fleeing from UFOG and White Wizard persecution, fled to Orlan Ru and so amazed the Sinh that they declared themselves Emperors without argument. Over the next 500 years, dark alchemy allowed the mostly human dark wizards to interbreed with their Sinh species counterparts, to the point where the Sinh title applied to all practitioners of the Dark Arts. The first Supreme Lord of Magic, or Emperor of Sorcery, was Lumen Ash. Ash was a human being, and was a rather isolationist ruler. He believed that the wishes of his Convent to re-engage the White Wizards and the UFOG that drove them out were too rash and overzealous, and denied his Royal Fleet the permission to re-engage; however, a rebellious commander named Shanak Tagger took a fleet division with him anyway into Federation space, was defeated in the Battle of Teotihuacan V, but thanks to poor preparation on the Federation’s part, they were unable to see where the dark wizards were coming from or connect them to the long-lost exiles; in response, Lord Ash was very quick to cut his empire off from the rest of the Milky Way, which reaffirmed the motto of the Sinh Empire: “Ignorance is Wisdom.”

This was a very wise thing to do indeed, as it clearly affirmed all authority in the Sinh Empire with the Supreme Lord of Magic and his Convent. The Golden Age of the Dark Empire had begun. Using the powers of dark sorcery, Supreme Lord Ash had conquered and ruled a vast, rich and powerful Empire of 151 worlds, each one named after a demigod from Sinh mythology, darkness powered all of their weapons, they needed no guns, grenades, snipers or swords, only their magic wands, staffs and scepters, or even incantations. The legends of the ancient lineages of the Sinh, the exploits of the Dark Gods and the march of science and technology ruled the ideologies of the Sinh, who believed that they were the chosen…and only, inhabitants of the galaxy, after the end of Ash’s reign and the rise of the even mightier Milko Ragnarok, whose coronation took place in a dark ceremony on the Imperial Capital of Orlan Ru, there was no one left in living memory within Sinh space that knew that there were other citizens of the galaxy; however, the UFOG had largely forgotten about the Sinh as well…both societies grew and prospered completely ignorant of each other’s existence. Sinh mothers would tell their children that anything unknown to the Sinh didn’t exist, as they were the knowers of all knowledge. However, their main ideology stemmed from complete superiority. A Sinh was inferior to nothing, they believed in total power, total supremacy and a particularly virulent form of racism, xenophobia and purging all non-Sinh, or enslaving any race that did not immediately submit to the Supreme Lord, and their society was a purely Darwinian one. Any individual not fit to contribute was killed within 3 minutes of taking his first breath; the witch and wizard-doctors were capable of determining a child’s life from the moment it was born. Their universal Imperial language, Sinhish, sounded like a cross between German and Ancient Egyptian. If an individual couldn’t produce, he or she was killed. It was that simple. The Great Lawgiver, as Supreme Lord Milko Ragnarok would become known as, would rule over a century of prosperity, an Imperial Century. In that time, the Sinh Empire would expand to 300 worlds, envelop more than 7500 races and species, and be the epitome of architecture, science, technology and Magocracy, or the Rule of Magic, not to mention military power. However, as Ragnarok aged, his power began to wane, and this brought about rising unrest amongst Ragnarok’s barons, which came to a head with the rivalry between the liberal reformer Nein Sheen and the rather conservative Luda Udalov, both with conflicting opinions on how the Empire should proceed after Ragnarok died. Lord Lumen Ash’s remains were buried in the Valley of the Emperors, in a huge mausoleum, and it looked as if their “Iron Emperor” Ragnarok would soon follow. Eventually, Ragnarok did die, as all beings do, and the grandest funeral that the galaxy had ever seen, his body was interred in the Valley of the Emperors in a colossal procession, but no sooner had the last funeral prayed concluded that chaos erupted within the High Imperial Court. In-fighting and rivalry between barons threatened to rip the Empire to shreds, until Nein Sheen defeated Luda Udalov in a vicious wizard’s duel and proclaimed himself Supreme Lord, ending 7 brutal months of interregnum. Sheen, the liberal reformer, began to issue a number of government changes; the Empire moved away from Ragnarok’s complete and utter totalitarianism to a more relaxed, but still very much dictatorial state, allowed more freedom for writers, artists and movie producers, as well as reducing government censorship. However, his most controversial reform was his aspiration to challenge the extremely conservative, isolationist system and make the Sinh’s presence known to the galaxy in a glorious fashion; feeling like the Empire, despite its power, was lagging behind the rest of the galaxy in political and technological power, which was true; the UFOG democracy was doing much better in all areas of measure. Unfortunately, this was not taken well by most of the barons, who were still loyal to the ideals of the Great Lawgiver. However, Sheen’s policies were law. He had most of the old guard barons assassinated or sent to work camps, and replaced them with loyal advisors. He also ordered the military to boost its production of warships, introduced UFOG economic policies, and educated the people of his Empire that beyond Sinh space lay a Promised Land, one ripe for conquest. He also said they needed “Denken,” a word in Sinhish meaning “will.” Many citizens were beginning to get it. After 3 years of consolidating power and reforming the Empire, the Sinh Empire had taken on a completely new face. The Sinh Empire had gone from an isolated but powerful Empire with a backward, cult-theocratic, medieval mentality into a fully-industrialized, well-equipped, educated and militarily colossal magocratic state, and its people were fully behind their Emperor and his ideals, and they viewed the rest of the galaxy as ripe for the slaughter. The Empire was going to make its first push into UFOG space in more than 250 years, to the planet of Lone Pine Peak in the Redwood System.

The inhabitants of Lone Pine Peak had no warning. Sheen’s Fifth Imperial Fleet, led by the heavy cruiser Klemm, attacked the planet with full force, using a combination of dark magic and orbital bombardment burned the planet until it yielded. A song called “Cruiser Klemm” was written about this battle. The Empire’s presence would soon be known.

For the next 200 years, the Empire and the UFOG had several proxy skirmishes on the border between Imperial and UFOG space; however, the White Wizards were stunned, shocked and appalled. How the ancient Exiles could build an Empire on that scale without anyone in the UFOG government knowing about it was deeply disturbing. With the successive Supreme Lords Skell Conrad and Octavus Baryonyx carefully conquering and consolidating their gains, the Empire gained a further 50 UFOG planets., however, this balance of power couldn’t last forever. Eventually, a young Sinh warlock named Tulari Pall had grand ideas…ones that would eventually bring the galaxy to near-complete destruction.

Tulari Pall, a huge-antlered Ouirrlok species, was a consummate sorcerer of darkness, namely voodoo. He came from a very privileged background, one in which his father was a Baron-Superintendent of Schools for the late Octavus Baryonyx. He was an amazing writer, and wrote many dark books, manuscripts and grimoires, and ran a very successful voodoo emporium on Orlan Ru. Using the power of magic idols, talismans, amulets and spirits, Pall had voodoo mastered, as well as alchemy, sorcery and necromancy, and even wrote the Sinh Empire’s National Anthem:

Fine tradition, dauntless and pure, a blood-red sun appears from yore, shining a path of radiant heat, for us on a path to beat, tomorrow is a new era, and we will decide the fate of the galaxy. Who remains in the hands of the coward, will pay a dear price, they will perish like crawling lice, rise up, people! Rise up, people! The storm breaks loose!!!”

However, Tulari Pall was not content with simple wealth. He wanted power, and his father was one of the candidates to succeed Baryonyx. However, realizing that the government would make exceptions for shows of superiority, given the ancient Sinh philosophy, Pall had no choice. He had to make his father look weak or ineffectual. The only opportunity he had was about to present itself. At the Totenkopf High School, Pall had a cruel idea. Another young Ouirrlok witch, her name being Joanna Kale, was very sensitive and really had no spine at all; something frowned upon by Sinh society. She always doubted herself, yet she was very attractive by Ouirrlok standards and was very good at illusion spells…exactly what the scheming Pall needed. One day at school, Pall, a very tall, handsome young specimen, approached Joanna and asked her to walk to class with him; he had a favor to ask of her, to show him how to perform a certain curse. Very happy to be receiving attention from one of the most popular guys in school, she performed the curse that inadvertedly killed herself, and blamed the “suicide” on poor surveillance on his father’s part, which, as Superintendent of Schools, was his responsibility. As lack of responsibility and failure was punishable by death, the interim ruler, a sorcerer named Leonard Binood, had the elder Pall executed for gross incompetence, and when Binood found out that Tulari Pall had framed his father and lied about it to further his own cause, he was delighted, and gave Pall the position of Baron-Superintendent, and was excused from school. Normally, a true Emperor would never give a 17-year old such a high rank, however, Binood was young and naïve, and gave a position to someone who may or may not have had the wherewithal to run the Imperial School System.

Pall did not disappoint. He quickly raised test scores through brutal methods, turning schools into enclaves of totalitarianism. He played off of high-school clique rivalries, making the “popular, queen-bee” girls into legal authorities with full police power in the school, dressed in long white and red dresses with patches on their arms, these “Storm Ladies” would make sure that everyone knew their place…any dissident, or individual that violated the “Social Stereotype Laws” posted everywhere in the school was promptly arrested by these Storm Ladies and turned over to the Inquisitors in Imperial City, the capital of the Sinh Empire. Tulari Pall became famous for his ability to turn people against one another; he even engineered a scenario where two best friends killed each other…without the use of magic persuasion, something that was easy to do in a high school. However interested he was in his job, he still wanted more. However, in order to become a political leader, Tulari Pall had to impress the other Barons enough to appoint him as the Supreme Lord of Magic. However, he needed an excuse to gain more prestige…he looked no further than the high school he once attended. In the school, there were three Storm Ladies, all three of them sisters, by the names of Kyrie, Lilliana and Desiree; they were all seniors, but didn’t need college, as fame and fortune almost certainly awaited them. The family name, Morgana, was synonymous with wealth and magic power. They had their own expensive clothing line, called Morgana Mayhem, and Lilliana was the next supermodel; Kyrie and Desiree were gorgeous too. They performed their jobs well, having arrested more than 40 “deviants,” and all three of them had received medals from Tulari Pall himself, therefore, like many teenagers; they believed themselves to be invincible. They were quite wrong. For the sake of gaining power, Pall engineered yet another diabolical scenario. Pall engineered a scenario where a young man, secretly a Baron-Superintendent aide, purposely broke a law, just to get the Morgana sisters to arrest him and send him to prison…which is how they buried themselves alive. By arresting a disguised government official, the Morgana sisters were entrapped into committing a capital offense: treason. The following day, a group of Night Hammers, dark-wizard stormtroopers, marched into the school and proceeded to kill every single Storm Lady, in an event known as the “Day of Sorrow;” the girls’ families were killed too. This had the exact effect that Tulari Pall needed: he was praised and rewarded for his clever, shrewd and diabolical schemes. His set of antlers, characteristic of his species, were growing very quickly, until he reached the point where he was a 13-pointer, one of the largest sets of antlers ever seen by his species. In Ouirrlok tradition, he tattooed his face, this time with blue and black color designs, and his antlers were a sign of power; even at age 17, barely even a full-fledged adult, as his species could live for 500 years at most, he commanded respect. He was also developing a sense of racism, especially toward human religions, like Judaism, Islam and Christianity, for their persecution of sorcerers since time immemorial. He especially didn’t like non-humans adopting human religions, claiming that “Imperial Earth, the capital of the UFOG, was using human beliefs as muscle against alien nationalism.” This intolerance, Pall claimed, was splitting the UFOG apart. The only way to prevent collapse was to seize power in the Sinh Empire…and the UFOG, completely.

Book 1

Prologue: Rise, Ye People!!

President of the United Federation of Ordered Governments and people of the Congress, a tragedy has occurred! Thanks to the massive tax hikes and tariffs on major galactic trade routes throughout the Milky Way, the paradise planet of Emerald Cove has fallen under the blockade and oppression of the Commerce and Trade Syndicate! Where did this horror originate, you ask? Right here in New York City, in the UFOG Congress! We voted on these trade route taxes, and now we pay the price. We have no military, our Type-III society is at peace with itself, but the Trade Syndicate is using its freighters as instrument of oppression! The panic on Emerald Cove is rising, and the planetary governor is desperate for assistance that we can’t give. The only warships used today are personal defense fleets, with limited range and not enough weapons. The people of Emerald Cove need our support! Send the diplomats in now!”

Congressman Rudolph Eisenstein of the United Federation of Ordered Governments, consisting of both human and alien species roared as the emergency session of Congress was called to address the sudden blockade of the tropical vacation world Emerald Cove by Commerce Syndicate freighters. A stern, stoic Ouirrlok species, he was a very imposing figure with his red and black face, cheek-horns and two horns coming out of his bulbous head. Alien species, non-humans, were everywhere, more than 40% 0f Congress was alien, with Eisenstein being the most vocal and powerful voices for non-human races. He was rumored to possess voodoo powers, as well. No shots had been fired, even though it had been known for a very long time that the Syndicate was rumored to be using a few of its colossal freighters as converted warships with limited military capabilities for its private defense force military, which was substantial. At 3570 meters long, 3019 meters wide and 1040 meters tall, the Avalon-class freighters were some of the largest cargo ships ever built. The Syndicate was run by the Recchia family, human Italian tycoons that had come to dominate entire star systems and all major commerce routes. As for what it traded, if it existed, it was sold. Mass-market capitalism had become ridiculously influential; by assuming that the galaxy was always going to need the Syndicate’s products, the company gambled that the “popular” people, especially younger people still in high school or college, would buy their high-end trade goods, such as $600 shoes or a $400 purse. This gamble paid off handsomely, but the trade tariffs and space-lane tax hikes had raised the cost of labor, cutting into profits. This blockade violated almost every Federation law in the books, but there was very little the Federation could do about this mess, except try to negotiate with the Recchia family about leaving Emerald Cove alone. The Federation diplomats, identified by their black robes and tall, black hats, were masters of negotiation, but when company profits were on the line, companies usually refused to even let the diplomats onto company property, despite orders from the government. However, Emerald Cove had a small but well-equipped Self-Defense Force, with unique and extremely powerful Starfighters manufactured nowhere else. Armed with laser cannons and energy torpedoes, as well as shields, they were well-equipped for patrol duties, but not against huge capital ships. Besides, the blockade came at a very poor time for Emerald Cove: the height of Spring Break season for college students all over the galaxy, costing the businesses there millions of dollars in losses. The blockade’s goal was clear: Strangle Emerald Cove until the Federation conceded and yielded to the Syndicate’s demands; the trade tariffs repealed; legalize corporate sovereignty on planets with heavy corporate influence, and the taxes abolished. Despite the dire situation, the only thing the President could do, as per the Constitution, was send diplomats to the main command ship in orbit around Emerald Cove to meet with Vincent Recchia, the CEO of the Syndicate.

Just then, a group of Syndicate representatives in Congress, dressed in orange and black company uniforms, capes and hats, the uniforms of high-ranked officials in the Congress, buzzed in, “This is outrageous! The Syndicate only wishes to negotiate fair trade! You’re making us look like bloodthirsty barbarians!” “The Congress does not recognize the Syndicate at this time.” the moderator, an eerie, sallow-eyed “Nocturne” species said.

And I conclude; the Syndicate must be persuaded to relinquish its hold on Emerald Cove through non-confrontational diplomacy.” Congressman Eisenstein said, in his very powerful, authoritative voice. President of the UFOG Thomas Worley considered the statements of the congressmen and, considering the urgency of the situation, President Worley announced his plan of action. “We will send two diplomats, under armed guard to Emerald Cove, in a consular-marked vessel under diplomatic immunity, they will negotiate a truce. Session adjourned.” The Congress stood up and filed out the exits, and the only action that could be taken was finalized. President Worley hoped that it would be enough.

I don’t see what the fuss is about. There are only 5 ships in orbit; this is probably just a complaint filed by some naïve, rich white settler that the Syndicate was blocking out her sunlight for sunbathing with their huge cargo ships.” “If that’s the case, than our government really needs to sort its priorities out.” Lawrence Smith and James Joliet, two of the senior UFOG ambassadors discussed as their ship, the Red Rose, so-named for its red paint job, made contact with the command ship in the Syndicate flotilla, the Cobalt Harvest. “This is Cobalt Harvest hangar bay 3; we are ready to receive you, Red Rose. Stay on course, and we’ll move you into position with our tractor beams.” A docking authority, who sounded stoic, guided the consular ship into position and brought the ship into the huge hangar bay, which immediately put the diplomats on edge. Instead of shuttles and cargo haulers, things you would usually find on a cargo ship, there were huge tanks, infantry transports, landing barges, weird fighters that looked like a cross between a spider and a bird, and hundreds of armed infantrymen and officers, as well as turbo-laser controls and computer systems. “I don’t like this…this is odd; it’s as if they’ve become a paramilitary force.” “Well, hopefully Lord Recchia isn’t planning an invasion…” “Don’t be ridiculous. The Syndicate wouldn’t dare go that far. It would jeopardize their trade franchise and destroy their company. Then again, however, the UFOG has no real military; it has relied on its impeccable legal system for security and stability for hundreds of years, and the Emerald Cove Defense Force couldn’t stop this even if they tried.” The consular ship landed in the main hangar as the corporate troops stood stalwartly on each side of the hangar bay; the Red Rose’s ramp opened, and the diplomats, plus their guards stepped onto the industrialized hangar floor, and met with a tall young man who looked very similar to Peter the Great’s doomed son, along with several guards. “Hello. My name is Austin Recchia, heir to the Syndicate Empire. My father is expecting your arrival. Follow me, but your guards are not necessary. Ours will suffice.” “I don’t like this…he’s up to something. This could be a trap.” Joliet said, quietly. However, it was a trap that you knew about that you could use to your advantage. As the blast doors into the main bridge opened, Vincent was standing on the bridge tower, his graying hair and bushy, Stalinist mustache, looking stalwartly at the planet below. “Oh, hello Austin. I see you’ve brought the Federation diplomats, pleasure to meet you.” “Likewise, Lord Recchia.” The diplomats and Recchia shook hands, and began discussing their business in the private quarters atop the colossal bridge tower. “So, how is business?” Joliet asked. “Excellent. Our newest colonies on a planet called Redwood have grown to be substantial trade outposts for more than 90,000 people. Profits are skyrocketing…but that’s now why you’re here, I’m assuming.” “Yes. We’re here on behalf of the UFOG to negotiate an end to the blockade.” “That will NOT happen, at least until the ridiculous trade taxes are reversed or repealed. If you can show me another way of doing business, then please, tell me.” “The UFOG will give you rights to the companies on this planet. “Most of them are already our subsidiaries. Our Syndicate is the largest company in the galaxy; your Congress may control the galactic politics, but they have no knowledge of running a galaxy-wide corporation. Besides, did you see the army vehicles in the hangar when you arrived? I have more military power that the entire Federation combined…the idea of a corporate military was a quaint one at first, but then it became clear that we would be the first company to attempt this. We now operate 500 of these huge converted freighter-battleships, destroyers, frigates and cruisers. These were all either freighters or defense-warships, just fitted with stronger shields and faster Quantum Space drives. Now, I do believe that I’ve said too much. You are now the only Federation personnel that has knowledge of this plan.” Before the diplomats could even stand up, Lord Recchia’s guards killed both of them, despite that being a federal offense to even harass a Federation diplomat. “Dispose of these bodies. Now. Our time is now.”

1. Invasion

Hello, ladies…” the owner of Midnight Sun Spa and Resort, the biggest, most luxurious spa and resort on Emerald Cove, 24-year old John Wolfe, said, upon approaching a knot of young women sitting in the Tropical Wind Bar and Grille. However, they were not exactly pleased to see him, despite his handsome brown hair, blue eyes, black suit, and red tie. “What the hell? Why are you always here?!” “I own this place, in case you haven’t noticed.” “Hey, I’ll fucking slap that little smirk off your face, creep. Leave now!” “Go ahead. Try.” The young woman, so angry, lunged at him. He grabbed her arm and flipped her over, slamming her onto the ground with a single punch, and kicked her twice. “Leave now.” he said, sternly; with the young woman crying as she staggered up and ran out the door with her friends. However, there were no police to call. Wolfe was such a powerful figure on the planet, that he was effectively above the law, and he liked to terrorize and do whatever he wanted to anyone who annoyed him. Wolfe was, however, a very…bizarre individual. In high school, he was picked on, was always picked last in gym class, never had girlfriends, couldn’t even hold a conversation, and talked to something he called his “shadow.” Once he graduated, however, it was clear that he was not a normal young man…he was a voodoo wizard. The shadow he talked to was his doppelganger, an independent entity under his control that could actually interact with its environment, such as picking something up or throwing it. That was the least of his power, too. He could do unimaginably creepy and powerful things, and most of his work was secret. He had voodoo, hoodoo and other crazy powers that no one had ever seen. When his magic was working, his eyes shone a hellish red…and he now had a new target. John walked up the stairs to his office, and activated his holovision, only to see that it was suddenly interrupted…this could mean only one thing…invasion. “No…the company’s going that far?!” John ran out of the building, only to see the sun blocked out by huge landing barges; many of the people and aliens outside in the blazing sun had run for cover, but John Wolfe watched in awe as the ships landed on Paradise Beach, each one the size of three football fields. The roar of their engines knocked trees over and made huge ripples on the water, but what came out of the landing craft was far more terrifying. Huge, hovering AAV (Armored Assault Vehicles), armed with missile launchers, a huge main cannon and two auxiliary cannons, roared out of the landing barges, as well as fully armored and armed infantry. The Capital City, Paradise, Emerald Cove, was toast. The soldiers herded the civilians into crowded buildings, while the Syndicate infantry secured every building and every house, making sure everyone was inside to subjugate the whole town, which served as the planetary capital. The city was a perfect mix of nature and human settlement, with “green” buildings and solar panels everywhere. The Syndicate troops had the Governor’s Palace surrounded within the hour, their tanks pointing their guns at the huge mansion, with almost no resistance. Inside the mansion waited the elected Governor of Emerald Cove William Jennings, who was ready to surrender unconditionally to the Syndicate. As Governor Jennings stepped out of the mansion with his staff in tow, none other than Lord Recchia’s son, Austin, was there to greet him. “Well, it appears you’re out of options.” Austin sneered. “This can all end, however, if you simply sign the treaty here. This treaty will legalize the occupation of the planet here and give corporations parity with governments in galactic politics. For every hour this treaty goes unsigned, a young person between the ages of 18-25 will die. Either you sign the treaty, or we rob you of a generation.” “The Federation will never allow this outrage!” “With what?! Your ‘Federation’ has no army, no navy and no military power! Laws are only as good as those who enforce them, and President Worley has been lagging in that regard. His biggest mistake was raising the taxes on trade to regulate the corporations, and now he, and you, will pay the price of their insolence. Just then, the soldiers brought a screaming young woman into the city square and shot her in the back of the neck, splattering bits of blood, brain and bone everywhere. “That’s one. Need I kill more?” Austin snapped; a deranged, schizophrenic look in his eyes. The tanks and Army had made their intentions clear. Austin was the spitting image of his father when he was his age; despite what Lord Recchia said, Austin was not his only child. Austin, up until about 3 years ago, had an older sister, named Lynn. She was a stunning success and stunningly pretty, she had become a major socialite and a celebrity singer, who wrote all her own songs, especially country music, and liked to portray herself as this “pretty country girl;” even though she was not from a farm at all. She performed live with her guitar at many major venues. Unfortunately, Vincent Recchia hated her. “The last thing this galaxy needs is another screwed-up celebrity who makes “music” by performing and setting a poor example for all young people, saying that it’s O.K. to express oneself and sow the seeds of “dissidence” to my companies’ will!” Lord Recchia would often admonish and lecture her on how screwed up she was and how ashamed he was to have such a useless daughter. He often told her how he hated being a father to her, yet at the same time, praised his son for everything. She was never called by her name, just “girl” or “stupid woman,” and, in conversation, referred to as “it” rather than “she.” Eventually, however, the breaking point came when Lynn put her foot down and refused to take this horrendous treatment any longer. She had her own fortune and fame, and didn’t need to live in the Recchia estate on Earth any longer. She left one day, and did not come back. Lord Recchia took this as a personal insult and a total snub, enraged, he declared: “Find this wench, search everywhere, if you have to burn the galaxy to the ground, so be it!!” Lord Recchia roared. He ordered his corporate navy to search for Lynn, who, tragically, they discovered on a planet called Aurelia. She was happily living with a young man that had fallen in love with her silky black hair, tall, slender figure, green eyes and picture-perfect smile. The corporate troops stormed into the apartment like the SS in Nazi Germany, and arrested both of them, threw them both in cages meant for animals, shoved them into the cargo bay of their shuttle and took them back to Earth for judgment.

They both received death sentences from Lord Recchia. The young man was tortured for 5 hours before being electrocuted and dismembered by the Syndicate Inquisitors; the main agents of corporate law enforcement, and Lynn received even more horrid treatment. She had her legs and arms chopped off while she was still alive, with hundreds of corporate troops and Inquisitors watching with devilish, satisfied looks in their eyes. As Lynn bled to death on the scaffold, her father and her brother watched as the executioner hacked her head off, leaving just a bloodied mess of body parts. Austin and Lord Recchia clapped as if they were watching a show on Broadway, to them, she was never family in the first place…just a common criminal. Her corpse was burned and her ashes dumped into a trash can…a testament to the Syndicate’s power. Knowing this, and not wanting to see his city burn, Governor Jennings signed the treaty without the Federation’s approval, but he had no other choice. The invasion was legalized, and now the Syndicate had equal power and representation in Congress. “Thank you for your time, Governor.” Austin said…just before he shot the governor in the head. He climbed to the balcony on the governor’s mansion, and looked out over the city…with thousands of organized marching columns of tanks, troops and other support vehicles…and there wasn’t a single thing that the Federation could do. However, John and his shadow doppelganger, as well as his voodoo powers, had a plan…but how could one man possibly kick an army off of his planet?

The Syndicate has declared war on the Federation, and we are rapidly preparing a response to the murder of the two diplomats Joliet and Smith, and the occupation of Emerald Cove…” “This is outrageous! Diplomacy won’t work! You saw what they did to the ambassadors!” Congressman Eisenstein argued with President Worley, whose approval ratings were at an absolute low, only 3%, which was 7% below the threshold needed for a vote of no-confidence. Many constituents, both human and alien were beginning to think that they needed a quick change of leadership, as the Federation was powerless against companies it theoretically had control over. There were three possible candidates suspected in replacing Worley should a vote pass: Rudolph Eisenstein, a fiery alien orator from Amedda, an icy, cold planet, Leonard Morgan, an economic genius and wealthy banker from the planet Memel II, and Saul Yudaev, a Polish Jew who owned one of most prestigious law firms in the galaxy, and not to mention had 4 daughters and one son, the four girls, aged 18-24, Susana, Samantha, Silri and Sophia, and their son, Stewart, were considered by many to be the most well-taken care of, prettiest and most spoiled girls in the galaxy…even their brother, Stew, was a little annoyed by how whiny they were. Susana, or “Susie,” as her friends usually called her, often complained about something like the salad dressing being on the other table at a restaurant and not hers. They were all expressive about their faith, and had either Star of David necklaces or earrings. “I hate my family…” Stew usually groaned. However, he had a relatively good relationship with his sisters and his father, even though he was never around and usually left him with his sisters alone in the huge estate they lived on. Stewart was an expert with computers, and often designed incredibly…pointless devices, including his latest “scheme,” the “Find-A-Jew” device, allowing him to locate his sisters anywhere on the planet, to make sure they didn’t bring any more annoying idiot guys home that would drink and break his computers…his sisters weren’t exactly happy about “Find-A-Jew,” and he was forced to hide it and never take it out again. Having Saul become President would be just another prestige point for the wealthy Yudaev Law Firm. However, Stewart loved to read about history, before humans took to the stars, especially the history of the Kingdom of France, 496-1791 A.D. Having his father become leader of the human race’s galactic society would secure his place in history. However, he faced competition from political idealist Rudolph Eisenstein, who had founded his own political party just 3 years earlier, in a Vienna tavern, called the National Sorcerer Supremacy and Diligent Army Patriots (NSSDAP), which had only 4 members, Rudolph Eisenstein, Eon Shah, a crayfish-like bipedal Kolkrabbe species, and Lord Anton Cnyrim, a rare, near-human Elfin species, as well as Wilhelm von Ludendorff, a Germanic wizard. These four wizards had trouble finding supporters, and weren’t really part of a true political party, just a group of three extreme-right “magical-supremacy” radicals. They preached hate towards the non-wizards; sorcery was commonly talked about and used for simple magic tricks, but it was generally frowned upon as “strange and sinful,” especially by spoiled, rich people, like Yudaev’s daughters, for instance, of Christian and Jewish faith. The fact, however, that there was a possibility of Eisenstein becoming President of the United Federation of Ordered Governments, however unlikely, was an opportunity to spread his influence, along with offering Shah and Cnyrim permanent positions in the Cabinet, as well as Ludendorff. For now, however, Saul Yudaev, a human, looked like he was going to be the frontrunner for the possible no-confidence vote. History was not on Eisenstein’s side, either; as there had never been an alien president, let alone an alien wizard. That was enough for Stewart and his sisters. As of now, however, Worley was still President, and he had a critical decision to make. He could move to make more attempts to negotiate, or simply submit to the Syndicate’s demands. However, just then, heartbreaking news came from the occupying forces on Emerald Cove: “We inform you that Governor Jennings, out of fear, signed our treaty. This occupation is now legal, and the High Courts are now the ones to decide whether or not we attack another planet. This puts us on parity with the Federation, as well. Good day.” President Worley practically had a heart attack. They were now the legal occupants of Emerald Cove, having effectively annexed it from the Federation…a tectonic indication that the “rule of law and law alone” peace policy, practiced by the Federation for more than 500 years, was no longer viable. Companies were becoming too powerful, and the Federation was powerless to save its own territory. Worley had no choice but to consult his Cabinet about the unthinkable…the possibility of a draft. Laws were becoming powerless in the face of an army, and he knew that a no-confidence vote was inevitable… “May God save the Federation…” is all he could say.

Back on Emerald Cove, the situation was equally bleak. The normally active nightlife of the beachside waterfront was thoroughly occupied and smothered. Tanks hovered down the streets, and huge lines of marching soldiers wearing Syndicate uniforms were treating the populace as workers on one of the company locales, Most of the people, especially younger ones, were forced into labor camps. The entire planet had become a concentration camp. The death toll was colossal, and despite the Syndicate’s promises to leave the population alone, they gleefully killed hundreds of people. The Syndicate troops, dressed in black and orange armor, raided houses and arrested people for no reason at all, except to force them into the Syndicate’s labor force, they were forced to work long, tiring hours in the burning sand and sun, paid just pennies a day. However, one man plotted a resistance movement…the voodoo sorcerer John Wolfe…but how could he possibly dislodge an army with magic tricks? Any resistance would be met with bloodthirsty vengeance from Lord Recchia and his tyrant son, so John had no hope of ever succeeding. However, he was very interested in the vote of no-confidence for President Worley, and the possible replacements, including, for the first time in Federation history, a non-human species. Congressman Eisenstein was a very frightening figure, standing 7 feet tall, sallow, yellow, reptilian eyes, a huge, bulbous head with fleshy folds coming off of its sides, tapering into flabby cheek horns, a wrinkled, scarred face, with crooked, yellow teeth and two antlers coming out of his forehead, angled slightly forward. His outfit was a cold, black robe and cape with red epaulets, and his voice was loud, deep and mighty, amplified by the vast echo in the Congress Hall. His skin was eerily pale, with red tattoos all over it, and he was, as with the rest of his species, supremely intelligent, with an IQ of 9,000. Rare and endangered, the Ouirrloks were displaced by a huge radiation accident on their home planet, long before humanity ever even developed spaceflight. They were also very talented sorcerers, using their supreme brain power to cast legitimate spells. Eisenstein was the Congress Majority Leader under the Forward Reform Party, giving him immense power. As far as Eisenstein’s political views went, he despised non-wizard domination of Federation politics; “invalids,” as he called them, united the galaxy, yes, but sorcerers were not equally represented, and in most cases, treated as second-class citizens. Not on Rudolph’s watch. He believed not just in magic power, but magic supremacy. However, out of all the candidates, Eisenstein was the most aggressive and decisive. However, simply because he wasn’t human and a sorcerer, he was unlikely to win. He would be viewed as nothing more than an alien magician- radical, with Saul Yudaev being the most likely new President. Unfortunately for the human race, the fact that a Jewish human being was Eisenstein’s nation’s leader was NOT going to fly with him and his party members, which could lead to uprisings, civil unrest and ever localized warfare. The Supreme Court was currently in the process of formalizing the impeachment/no-confidence vote. In an impeachment process, the Supreme Court acted as the judge and the Congress the jury. The Defense Attorney was the Speaker of the Congress, in this case, a rather young appointee named Lester Hyde, with little experience in legal matters, and the Prosecution was the Majority Leader…the fact that the President would be convicted and ousted was certain on that one fact. Eisenstein would go for the jugular in the prosecution argument. Eisenstein believed that Worley was an “ineffectual buffoon,” and would do ANYTHING to kick him out of office and put himself and his supporters in power, even going so far as to use magic to get his way. Worley was terrified of sorcery, despite that it was practiced by a few members of almost any species, being a God-fearing, Christian man, he believed that witchcraft was inherently evil; and that Eisenstein especially needed to be kept under close watch, especially since he practiced a particularly hideous form of voodoo, a technique he called “Faa-Waa,” a nonsense word from his species’ language in which he used a macabre mixture of “gris-gris” to alter a subject’s appearance, drive them insane, transfigure them into something else, read the future, past and present with dark Tarot cards, or even use magic for combat, casting incredibly power dark spells, ones that would slice an enemy in half, turn them inside-out or summoning dark entities from the Haze Realm, a mythological realm that all wizards drew power from. His favorite spell was “Dark Lullaby…” where he’d send an illusory, hideously psychotic clown-like face to swallow a sleeping victim’s soul, leaving him with no consciousness and casting him into eternal nightmares, as well as using their dream energy for his own twisted necromancy spells, trapping a human consciousness in another body, also created by magic, for example. He had done this several times in an old, vacant house on Earth, which remained for sale and empty for so long that the neighbors had forgotten it was there. However, eerie testaments to the spells performed in a secret dungeon by Rudolph years ago still existed, the souls of the people killed were trapped in hideous, immortal decrepit bodies, which looked like coal-eyed creatures that had gotten run over by a car; they looked like a cross between a naked man and a hairless dog. They lived in the house and only came out at night…the property was listed as $120,000, because of its history. He preferred to strike sleeping children at night, so the last thing they’d ever see is the frightening visage of the evil clown face looming over their bed. Of course, he had voodoo dolls and dark idols too, but that was kid stuff for him. Eisenstein was a master of the Dark Arts, Illuminati, according to some, and had the power to summon ancient beasts from the Haze Realm, 9, actually, the three Sacred Wyverns, Wyvern Demons, and Idolum Gods, as the Haze Realm was full of such beings. The Sacred Wyverns appeared as gigantic dragons, one a huge golden phoenix, the other a sinister, hellish red serpent-dragon with colossal wings, and the other a shining, icy-blue, frozen equivalent of the red dragon; they were the strongest beings in the universe, one contained the power of a million armies; the Demons took a similar form to the Gods, just a bit more frightening and zombie-like, and the Idolum Gods were voodoo entities that could transform into anything or any form. In command of these beings, Rudolph Eisenstein was the most powerful individual in the galaxy…the power was real, the story eternal, and the time was now. The NSSDAP with its official symbols, the All-Seeing Eye, the Compass of Freemasonry and the Crest of the Knights Templar would once more rule the galaxy, just like the sorcerers once did. More than 6000 years before, humans began plundering the galaxy, which, at that point, wasn’t unified. There were various Empires and nations in existence, but the most powerful was the Sinh (pronounced “shin”) Empire of Darkness, which consisted of the practitioners of dark witchcraft, ruled by a Supreme Lord of Magic; at that point, 6 Supreme Lords had existed, the Dark Lords Lumen Ash, Milko Ragnarok, Nein Sheen, Skell Conrad, Octavus Baryonix and the then-current Lord Tulari Pall. Occupying their capital world of Orlan Ru, they ruled with an iron hand over some 130 planets, their doctrine of “wizard supremacy” and Social Darwinism, which the weak must perish for the strong, permeated every aspect of Sinh life. However, the good news for the galaxy was that the dark sorcerers were isolated…until two human explorers from Earth crash-landed on Orlan Ru. They were promptly executed, and Lord Pall, seeing that these foreign species were going to attempt to destroy the Glorious Dark Empire, led a massive campaign; using an antimatter-nanobot replicator, they built an invincible armada of colossal warships, in a 25-year war that very nearly saw the death of the human species. The Dark Empire was defeated by a turncoat wizard named Len Ingo, who embraced white magic and finally destroyed the Dark Ones at the Battle of Memel II, where ruins of the fortifications there still stood, 5975 years ago. The Dark Empire was destroyed and assimilated into the Federation. Eisenstein viewed himself as the legitimate heir to the Sinh Empire, and would do anything he could to achieve that end. He believed that he was the reincarnated form of Tulari Pall, who was of the same species as Eisenstein. The White Magicians had organized into a modern Great Light Order, an evolution of the White Wizard Order, based on the planet Majesty, the ancestral home of sorcerers of light magic, some 70,000 years old. They were the guardians of the Federation, and fought against forces of darkness and other threats to the democracy, and they were keenly aware of Eisenstein’s sorcery practices. However, he was developing a devilish plan to destroy the Great Light Order and the Federation in one fell swoop. He wasn’t expecting to win the election, but he didn’t need to. His magic was so powerful that he could bring the entire Congress under its influence, creating a magic fog, of sorts, to the point where the Great Light Order would be unable to read minds or the future. Once that was accomplished, he would make contact with the leader of a group of very well-known aliens called the Watari, which fought a war with the Federation almost 500 years before, when they attacked from outside the galaxy, pushing the Federation to the loss of 330 trillion lives, and the reduction of the Great Light Order to less than 1,000 individuals, from 25,000 before the war. This was the last full-scale war fought in the Milky Way, and probably one of the biggest. The Watari were now largely peaceful and regretted their unprecedented barbarism, the leader of the feathered-dinosaur-like Watari civilization at that point, Supreme War Master Woork Xenon, was now even a faux pas to mention his name in public. However, just like neo-Fascist groups, there were neo-Woorkean groups as well, and Eisenstein would make a deal with one of the leaders of these groups, promising to put him in power over the Watari civilization and return to militarism and conquest in a sham war between the probable President of the Federation Saul Yudaev and the Watari civilization, all controlled by Rudolph’s magic. Once the war seemed to be over, he would strike by engineering a scenario where Saul and his family were killed, but incriminating the Order of Light; therefore, by riding a wave of support from Rudolph’s “salvation” of the galaxy from the evil, murderous Order of Light, he would be voted into power legally, with no one ever knowing that he was running the show the whole time. The final act would be the utter and complete destruction of the ancient Order of Light. However, throughout the war, he, like any other wizard, light or dark, representing the Federation, would fight against the Watari. No one would suspect a thing.

John Wolfe and the rest of the galaxy had no idea what was to come, except for about 12,000 inhabitants of the galaxy.

2. Light

I believe that our galaxy is in the gravest danger since the Watari Conflict, and we’re throwing the fight, this is unthinkable, even after 5 trials in the Supreme Court for his grievously misguided and immoral policies regarding his constituency and the Forward Reform Party, Rudolph Eisenstein is still the Majority Leader!” Head of the Council Bartholomew Bering argued to the rest of the 7 other wizards in the High Convent of the Light Order. “Not to mention, he does practice dark magic!” “That may be, but we can’t take any action without executive approval. With all due respect, patience is critical here.” Lusamgya Serpentis, an Apophis species, which looked like a huge green snake with clawed arms and a beard with tiny black eyes in the center of his face, said, coiled in his seat. “If in fact Eisenstein is voted in with the upcoming no-confidence vote, I suggest that we set up a surveillance ring around him.” Fang Shin, a small but tough Bartok species, he had huge ears, a bald head and a topknot of hair, but stood only 4 feet tall. “Lunacy! That’s treason! We can’t spy on the President!” Baa-Shu Voss, a huge “bird-face” species from the planet Avian squawked, he wore an iron mask at all times, as per his culture. “This is too important. Come to your senses, this is the galaxy at risk, not just one planet.” Kotchi Seen, an ace of ace pilots, who of a species called “C’urg,” (pronounced “Churg”) which looked similar to the Ouirrlok species, just without the forehead antlers and keratin, blade-like horns on either side of his face, instead of flabby cheek horns. The two species had evolved on the same planet, and were therefore fierce rivals, ever since the radiation accident. “This is even more disturbing when you consider that our government is so powerless to stop a company, and the fact that Eisenstein’s power is continuing to grow. He has an extremely racist, ultranationalist, xenophobic ideology that is inconsistent with the Federation’s 27,000-year democratic tradition, and his only constituents are racist ultranationalists, namely wizard supremacists. He believes in the ideals of the ancient Sinh Empire, and, amazingly, is a candidate to replace Worley! If he does not relent on his racism, he should be called for an inquiry and removed from office.” the final member of the Convent, Kish Schilling, the only other human besides Bering on the Convent Council. “To be honest, I would recommend Saul Yudaev as the next President, however, that is up to the voters, not us.”

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