THE ROAD TO WAR
river wound its way through the dark trenches; some slimy ooze floated to the
top as a frog hopped past a lily pad. This was a small portion of the longest
waterway in all the Domain: The mighty Pimmassissi River. And here, halfway
between the quad cities and the delta, the River would finally bring forth the
power that Taft had wished for the Domain all along.
mama bird chirped as she heard a noise nearby. She watched silently as a
sullen hulk began to rise out of the waterway. The bird became restless and
sounded a few low whistles to warn her babies. And then she let out a final
high-pitched noise as she saw the ugly face: the hideous, slimy body for the
first, and last, time. The huge bundle of muck pitched her nest into the
river, drowning her and her babies. "The time is now..." It said in
an eerie tone."I will receive the respect..." It slowly groped its
way to shore, walking out and standing on dry ground for the first time in 200
is back..." It screamed slowly, as if the world could not understand a
was roughly eight feet tall, two and a half feet wide; He was tinted in an
odd, brownish-orange color, and he had strange green moss seeping out as fur.
His body structure was proportionate to that of a human's; however, his huge,
gaudy mouth was located deep within his neck, giving the appearance of a
strange moving hole where his chin should have been. His sickly yellow teeth
moved in an accordian-like fashion, going in and out, in and out. His nose was
flat: It wouldn't even have been called a nose except for the fact that there
were two holes cutting at an angle from underneath it. The only speck of color
in the gigantic monster was his large, blue eyes; but they were so huge that
they appeared to be connected only by the optic nerves. His hands had five
fingers, much like a man, but each one also contained a huge pointed spike in
the middle of each palm. It was quite apparent that he could kill anything he
wished; yet, he did not act as though he wished to cause harm.
strode away from the river to look for other creatures. The monster actually
acted as though it did not want to kill, as kill usually is taken; it walked
unhurried as if, well, as if it seemed to want something else. In any case, it
had unknowingly trotted into the province of Viginti: And this province was
probably one of the poorest of them all. It had only one major city; that
being the quad city of Viginti City. But even to that he was not close:
Instead he was about to stumble against a tiny farming town known as
Mistiburg: if it hadn't have been for a traveling political convention, would
have been too scared to help this poor old monster anyhow.
seems that, since Archie was still missing, the Committee of the Domain of
Taft had decided to pick another Administrator. This time around, however,
there were many more contenders than had been the first time: Although all
fell into one of two basic groups. Either running as one of those that wanted
to attack Alarius, or as one of those that did not, one had little chance of
uniqueness. Richard Nobowitz, who was Archie's centurion, was the primary
candidate for the "pros" side, and it was Richard who was now trying
to stir up the crowd here, in Mistiburg. He was trying his hardest to convince
them to have the Viginti Commitee member vote for him. The Viginti Member, you
see, was born as a poor farmboy in Mistiburg.
must rise up! It is evident that Iffley, that foul person, has destroyed our
leader, Archie, and now we must fight!" The people yawned; they were
actually getting sick of Richard, as, it seemed, he just didn't have that
captive personality that Archie had had. The truth was that the whole idea of
war was starting to subside throughout the entire country, and people
everywhere became less and less enthused. Richard knew this. He had to have
something that would turn the people's attention back toward war. But what
could do it? Hmm. What could do it?
of a sudden, a scream from the other side of Mistiburg pierced through the
air. A rush of people ran from that side of town, past the podium on which
Richard stood, and on to the grain fields to the west. Richard stood silent,
not quite ready to run until he knew what was wrong. And then Gibbenhide
let out a horrid scream. "Rooaarr! Haaaaa! Haaaa! Finally I have the
respect..." Richard began to think. Yes. Something that would turn the
people's attention back toward war. Yes.
**T. G. Taft **
Committee Head arose, triumphantly prancing her way to the podium. "The
Committee has come to a decision," she announced.
new Administrator of the Domain of Taft is... drum roll please... Mij
Slochin!" She walked off the podium. It was good to be out of jail.
Especially when you can have the pleasure of appointing one of your friends as
people in the auditorium gave out a mild cheer; they had just sat through
fifteen hours of endless speeches and debates. And in the entire lot, there
was not one single candidate that promised change as Archie had. And now,
since Mij had won... if only Richie would have shown up. He was Archie's right
hand man, wasn't he? Perhaps he would have made this more exciting more...
In through the west entrance came the fierce Gibbenhide, and he rushed forth
toward the crowd. "Scream! Shriek! Panic! Shrill!"
great river monster rushed up onto the podium, there, within the Taft Towers,
and came tumbling over to Mij Slochin.
beast ignoringly approached closer, and Mij frantically groped for something
in his pocket. Just as the beast was about to crush him, Mij shimmered into
Gone!!!" The words oozed out of the great creature's mouth. "Never
mind! I will have you!" He turned toward the Committee Head.
Smith IV turned around and began to run. "Oh, why did I have to be
appointed Committee Head?" She thought. And then she felt a claw grab
onto her back.
looked at the helpless woman in his hand. And then he took his palm and
plunged the spike deep into her chest. Blood poured over the stage as the
beast twisted his hand, wrenching out even more flesh and guts. Susan screamed
one last scream; it ended the career of an excellent secretary. Gibbenhide
placed her fragile head deep within his awaiting jaws, and his teeth swelled
around her now lifeless chin. He pushed in more and more of her defunct
corpse; enjoying once again the taste of fresh blood...
Richard appeared on stage. "Ah Hah! I've got you now," the small
centurian-looking person screamed.
picked up a long delicate machine which he had had in a pack next to his side.
It had many knobs, and resembled a very complex flute. He aimed it at the
river creature and pushed a button. Strange lights began to eminate from the
Gibbenhide began to relax. His body became limp, and he dropped the remains of
Susan. "Where am I?" He said slowly.
walked over to him. "Now take it easy big boy. Come over here to the
microphone. Tell us the entire story of how you came here."
began. "Well, the last thing I can remember was that I was sleeping
peacefully in my cave on... ummm..." He looked at Richard, who mouthed a
word at him.
uhh... Titan when some Iffley person woke me and drugged me. What am I doing
interrupted him and stepped up to the microphone. "There you have it
folks. Another attempt to sabotage our government by Alarius. And you just
elected someone who was going to dissassemble our space fleet... it's a good
thing that I had my homemade monster pacifier with me!" He put the
strange flute back into his pack.
small cheer started in the background. "We want Rich! We want Rich!"
The cheer crescendoed into one even greater than Archie's... "We want
Rich! We want Rich! We want Rich!"
almost mechanically, the Alternate Committee Head got up and approached the
podium. "All right. You call have him..."
**T. G. Taft**
Slochin finally gave the command, after nearly six months of waiting.
"Full Speed Ahead! Project Exodus is finally beginning its flight to
slowly leaned back in his custom-made command chair, as he thought about the
unfortunate event that had happened today. It had caused him to take it upon
himself to begin Exodus: For if the evil side came to power again, they would
certainly destroy the entire project and make the Susan Smith attack
Alarius. He could not let that happen. He began to let his feelings subside as
he felt the powerful proton-infiltration engines increase in sound. The
Susan Smith was the only one of the Exodus ships to have the proton
engines; the others had the slower fusion engines. But, then, the Susan
Smith was the only ship who would ever really need speed anyhow. "We
may need it even more than we thought," said Mij to himself.
**T. G. Taft**
sat back in his big custom-made chair, staring out the window at his new
command. "Amazing isn't it?" He nodded to his two companions.
Jemason was the first to speak up. "Well, we launch the attack tomorrow.
Have you given all the necessary assignments?"
You're going to command the TGTS Uruapan and supervise the rest of the
Pacemaker class ships: The TGTS Pacemaker, the TGTS
Forerunner, the TGTS Cambridge Bay, and the TGTS Victoria.
I, in turn, will command the TGTS Act, and supervise the rest of the
Susan Smith class ships: The TGTS Aven, the TGTS Archie,
the TGTS Adena, the TGTS Aquamarine and the TGTS Alone.
All sub-commands have been filled with the best men in our fleet."
other companion looked at him steadily. "I want something too," said
worry." Said Richard. "If you can kill Iffley; you'll get all the
attention you want for eons to come..."
that case," said Gibbenhide, "I want to smash that Iffley-guy into a
small, unidentifiable pulp."
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