Vūm STARDATE: 230825. TWENTY-FOUR DAYS AFTER "ALL YOUR BASE ARE BELONG TO US!" I often contemplate the moment in the dirt. The idea of them standing there as victorious conquerors in their magnificence to find themselves looking up upon pale orange skies with the knowledge that all they had reached was taken and that everything that was anything had been claimed to be theirs. A silent marching order whispered to them through mystics and shamans had been satisfied- satiated- to give way to lamentation for a time only in the dusk to find strange, alien craft emerging from the void and with their emergence a discovery that new foes had come forth as adversaries fated for them to do battle with across eons codified by the articles of the Star Wars. I must confess that the idea of it moves me very much. Societas clandestina, coniuratio, insidae, fraus, la conspiratio. |
