September 10th, OE 102
8:00 AM
Berlin, Germany
The battle lines had been drawn.
In the early hours of dawn, the two sides had begun edging towards one another. The green hulls of Zechariahs shone under the rising sun, contrasting with the dull colors of the motley force assembled against them. Yet, not a shot had been fired. Whether it be because of nerves, or the presence of the one standing at the front of the Endymion forces, was uncertain.
Across all channels, a clear and commanding voice rang out.
"To the brave fighters of the Jericho Faction,
I, Director Chethan Sullivan of Endymion, ask that you lend me your ear."
The Granteed planted its Orgon Lance at its feet, hands steepled on its hilt. A cape of emerald green energy flowed behind it, giving it the appearance of a King of legend, come to lead his nation to victory. It was against this striking image that the leader of Endymion's forces spoke.
"Almost two hundred years ago, this land was soaked in the blood of millions.
Horrified by the carnage of war, mankind swore that it would never again stoop to such violence.
That all would work, hand in hand, with a unified vision of harmony and prosperity."
Within the cockpit, Sullivan slowed, and gave a wry smile.
"...How quickly we forget." He said, quietly.
“We stand on the brink of repeating that same mistake, at a time where nothing could be more precious than human life. When we are faced with threats never before seen in all of human history.
I speak of course, of the terrible Ruina.
They know no reason. No compassion. No mercy. Every day their numbers swell, feasting on our fears, our anxieties, our so-very-human weaknesses.
For every one that falls, two take its place - can we say the same?
Can we feed, clothe, arm and train armies on fighting spirit alone?"
The question hung in the air, bringing with it the imagery of the murderous, limitless horde from the north.
"Meanwhile, the craven Hyperion circles like a starving vulture, eager for us to bloody one another.
Surely word of the atrocities taking place in Terra Sentinel's territories have reached you as well? Where a faceless tyrant plays God, striking the unfaithful from the skies as the rule of law lies in ruin?"
Another pause, as the Granteed slowly turned its head, looking in the eyes of all before it.
"Mankind can ill afford disunity in such dark times."
He closed his eyes... and took the plunge.
"To the esteemed Jericho... I offer you a proposal, on behalf of Queen Selene of Luna.
A seat at our table, as an equal and a partner."
Those heads that were not already fixed on the Lunarian Super Robot instantly swiveled towards it. He could feel their gazes on him - but Sullivan stood firm. Composed. There was not a hint of doubt in his words, or his poise as he continued.
"Let history remember us not as enemies who wasted their strength in a bitter feud, but as comrades who fought side by side in mankind's hour of greatest need.
Your men speak of you as a visionary. A man of courage, conviction, and profound wisdom. They are willing to fight for you. To die for you."
The Granteed nodded, as if in affirmation to the battle lines before it.
"Let their bravery not be wasted here.
Let our battlefield be a bloodless one.
Our war be fought not with guns and swords, but words and ideas.
And let the prize be the right to lead mankind into a new dawn."
Sullivan exhaled slowly, letting the weight return to his words. This was the moment of truth.
"Now, more than ever before... We must stand together, or we shall all hang together.
I know... that you will make the right decision."
8:00 AM
Berlin, Germany
The battle lines had been drawn.
In the early hours of dawn, the two sides had begun edging towards one another. The green hulls of Zechariahs shone under the rising sun, contrasting with the dull colors of the motley force assembled against them. Yet, not a shot had been fired. Whether it be because of nerves, or the presence of the one standing at the front of the Endymion forces, was uncertain.
Across all channels, a clear and commanding voice rang out.
"To the brave fighters of the Jericho Faction,
I, Director Chethan Sullivan of Endymion, ask that you lend me your ear."
The Granteed planted its Orgon Lance at its feet, hands steepled on its hilt. A cape of emerald green energy flowed behind it, giving it the appearance of a King of legend, come to lead his nation to victory. It was against this striking image that the leader of Endymion's forces spoke.
"Almost two hundred years ago, this land was soaked in the blood of millions.
Horrified by the carnage of war, mankind swore that it would never again stoop to such violence.
That all would work, hand in hand, with a unified vision of harmony and prosperity."
Within the cockpit, Sullivan slowed, and gave a wry smile.
"...How quickly we forget." He said, quietly.
“We stand on the brink of repeating that same mistake, at a time where nothing could be more precious than human life. When we are faced with threats never before seen in all of human history.
I speak of course, of the terrible Ruina.
They know no reason. No compassion. No mercy. Every day their numbers swell, feasting on our fears, our anxieties, our so-very-human weaknesses.
For every one that falls, two take its place - can we say the same?
Can we feed, clothe, arm and train armies on fighting spirit alone?"
The question hung in the air, bringing with it the imagery of the murderous, limitless horde from the north.
"Meanwhile, the craven Hyperion circles like a starving vulture, eager for us to bloody one another.
Surely word of the atrocities taking place in Terra Sentinel's territories have reached you as well? Where a faceless tyrant plays God, striking the unfaithful from the skies as the rule of law lies in ruin?"
Another pause, as the Granteed slowly turned its head, looking in the eyes of all before it.
"Mankind can ill afford disunity in such dark times."
He closed his eyes... and took the plunge.
"To the esteemed Jericho... I offer you a proposal, on behalf of Queen Selene of Luna.
A seat at our table, as an equal and a partner."
Those heads that were not already fixed on the Lunarian Super Robot instantly swiveled towards it. He could feel their gazes on him - but Sullivan stood firm. Composed. There was not a hint of doubt in his words, or his poise as he continued.
"Let history remember us not as enemies who wasted their strength in a bitter feud, but as comrades who fought side by side in mankind's hour of greatest need.
Your men speak of you as a visionary. A man of courage, conviction, and profound wisdom. They are willing to fight for you. To die for you."
The Granteed nodded, as if in affirmation to the battle lines before it.
"Let their bravery not be wasted here.
Let our battlefield be a bloodless one.
Our war be fought not with guns and swords, but words and ideas.
And let the prize be the right to lead mankind into a new dawn."
Sullivan exhaled slowly, letting the weight return to his words. This was the moment of truth.
"Now, more than ever before... We must stand together, or we shall all hang together.
I know... that you will make the right decision."
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