“The Messiahs have surpassed the
ninety percent arsenal exhaustion threshold! We will not be able to fend the
humans off much longer! Besides, the Messiahs are at full capacity! It is time
to make haste if we plan on leaving victorious! Dirge out!”
“But that is impossible!” exploded
King Venomous. “We hardly have enough humans to repopulate the northern sector
let alone Melonon in its entirety!”
“I understand, my Lord, but ―”
“No, Vyper, you do not understand!
Until each word in every human vernacular that is associated with their female
species ceases to exist, until the solitary cages, cargo bays, munitions zones,
and even the pulpits are chocked-full of them, until their journey to Melonon
is as unpleasant for them as it is for me to take them there; the Messiahs will
not be at capacity, so fill them!”
“Your Highness, remember that we
only have twelve Messiahs. Even if we reach the capacity you desire, the sought
after numerical prerequisite would still be impossible to achieve! Furthermore,
our fuel economy is regulated only for the capacity in which all Messiahs have
currently reached; anything more and we risk not making it back to Melonon at
all! That would mean we die, rather unceremoniously might I add. It is like you
said, dying is not an option we have.”
“Fill them!” demanded King
Venomous.
“Very well, Your Highness.”
Assertively, the Melonite triune
made their way out of the Imperial Palace. The once sanctified headquarters of
the Empire of Earth was defaced by the carnage of its noble protectors.
Unmelodic whimpers of those who hung on by threads serenaded their departure.
Heavenward they went; the symbols
of God and the judgment deliverers, taking with them pieces of what made the
Empire of Earth so beautiful, pieces gone forever.
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