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The Fall of Mondar

Post by Vara Lord on Mon Aug 12, 2013 10:02 pm

The single ship moved through space at a rapid rate, its sole occupant focused on one thing, and one thing only: escape. Once he had found a safe place to hide, then it was time to begin planning. I am not safe, thought the pilot of the ship, nor shall I ever be, until I have eliminated all threats to myself. I must find a way to make sure none can harm or use me. I can trust no one. I must build a force so powerful that none can challenge it, a force that will allow me to stomp all others down beneath me. Only then will I be safe.
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Post by Vara Lord on Sun Dec 29, 2013 1:02 am

Fedrin Marr admired his reflection in a knife he carried with him everywhere. As one of the religious order of rulers, he was forbidden to carry such things, except in times of war, but he didn’t care. There were a great many different things the religious were supposed to abstain from, such as wealth. But Marr cared nothing for rules, except his own.

Marr had been born into a wealthy family of high repute, and considerable possessions, including a great many lucrative businesses. The primary goal of his parents in life had been to make sure they kept all this wealth increasing, thus keeping themselves fat and happy. So busy had they been in this endeavor, that they had neglected other things that they should have been devoting more care to, for example, the upbringing of their son and only child. However, though they claimed to dote on him, and gave him everything he asked of them (in other words, they spoiled him), they paid little attention to how he entertained himself. And that was how he had come to be fascinated and enthralled by all forms of entertainment that involved and glorified violence and pain, until the time came when he desired little else except one thing; more power.

In his pampered life, Marr had gotten used to receiving whatever he desired in life; if it was not given to him, he would get it by whatever means necessary. And he had set his eyes on the loftiest of goals; to become the High Magistrum, the most powerful person on Mondar. Over the years, using cunning and his secret wealth, he bought his way upwards on the theocratic ladder until he had become a member of the Council of High Priests. Now it was time for the final step up.
Even now the votes were being cast for who would take the place of the late High Magistrum, mysteriously assassinated just recently, and how, thought Marr in his massive pride and ego, could the vote not favor him? Marr grinned craftily at his reflection in the knife, the very weapon that only a week ago had tasted the blood of the late High Magistrum. Marr stopped at nothing to get what he wanted. And he always got that.

Marr swiftly stowed the knife away as a knock sounded at the door of his study. “Come in,” he called. His private attendant opened the door, and peered in in a timid and frightened fashion.

“The votes been cast, has it?” said Marr cheerfully, not waiting to be addressed. “I’ve been practicing my acceptance speech. Tell me what you think of it. . .”

“Er, you didn’t win, Sir,” said the attendant miserably.

Utter silence filled the room for a second. One second. Then all fury broke loose.

“WHAT!!!!???!!!” thundered Marr in rage. This had never happened before; he was actually being denied something he wanted. He seized the attendant by the collar and shook him. “If I find you’re lying to me. . .” he yelled.

“I swear I’m not lying,” wailed the attendant. “You didn’t win. . .” Marr flung the attendant aside and stormed out.

The other High Priests were gathering for the official ceremony of inaugurating the  new High Magistrum, when Marr stormed in. Everyone stared at him in shock.
“What is the meaning of this?” thundered Marr. He glared at his opponent, the person who had been elected instead of him, a man by the name of Gesto Kluth. “You dare elect him instead of me?” he yelled at the other High Priests. “I demand a re-vote!”

One of the High Priests, Lendor Goslin, stood up. “Marr, cease this at once!” He, along with everyone else, was shocked at this behavior. Marr usually carried an air of oily good manners with him. Now his face was a mask of rage. “Get out of my face!” he snarled at Lendor, then pushed him savagely out of the way. Cries of shock rang through the chamber at this violent behavior. The guards were called. A brief struggle took place, in which Marr drew his knife and began to assault all and sundry. After fifteen minutes, it was over. Marr was escorted to prison for assaulting the High Priests. But he didn’t stay long; using his virtually limitless assets, it was quick work to buy his bail. He then retired to his estate, which until then had been secret.

He gazed without interest at his dinner, thinking only of how to escape inevitable punishment when his case was tried; but most of all, he thought of revenge.
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Post by Vara Lord on Tue Feb 04, 2014 12:10 am

"Dinner, Sir?" the butler asked.

Marr shoved the food away with a snort. He stood up and walked to a window in the kitchen. Food was the last thing on his mind. For the first time in his life, he had been denied something he wanted. Through various ways, often underhanded, he had worked his way to the top. But now it had been denied him. The Council of High Priests would pay.

His attention was suddenly caught by the sight of a strange light in the the sky. At first he assumed it was nothing more than an ordinary aircraft, and gazed listlessly at it.

But wait a minute: No aircraft known on Mondar made that sort of sound. Or flew the way this thing was flying. His attention seized, Marr watched it descend into a nearby forest. He turned to the butler.

"Get a vehicle ready, right away!"

A few minutes later, Marr was in a car, along with three personal body guards, one of whom was driving, heading out into the woods. It didn't take them long.

The soon came to a clearing. Dominating the scene was a craft of sort not found on Mondar. Marr, getting out of the car, looked at the craft. He rubbed his hand eagerly. An alien craft, no doubt about it. Undoubtedly this was the work of a highly advanced civilization. With technology like this, who knows what I could do, thought Marr.

Just then there was a loud hiss, and a door opened with a clang. Out the door shown a light, but this was soon blocked by what came out. Gasps of fear came from the bodyguards. Even Marr couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

It was fully eight and a half feet tall, and seemed to be covered in some sort of black exoskeletal armor from head to foot. Hands and feet alike had four digits, and the feet were digitigrade. A tails strecthed out behind the creature. It's face couldn't be seen under mask. It came forward, and then simply stood and stared at them.

Without warning, one of the bodyguards began to fire his rifle; however, the bullets simply ricocheted off the creature's armor. Faster than the eye could follow, the creature raised its arm, and a gun came out of the armor on the creature's forearm. In three second, it shot down all of the body guards, and then turned its weapon on Marr.

Marr slowly raised his hands. A tense moment of silence followed. Then Marr smiled, bowed dramatically, and gestured back in the direction of his mansion.

"Would you be interested in dinner, Sir?"
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