Fiction:The Giorgio Shaydol Conspiracy

CHAPTER 1: MEMORIES

Too many times, too many times had the Drakodominatus oppressed his race. Too man times, had his comrades fallen to them as target practice or to their gross mistreatment of his species. For too long had his species been enslaved by the monsters that hailed from the demon star of Demogorgon, and thrown the progress of his race into an abyss. He remembered the first day, sitting in his nice apartment in Duloth City, commiserating with his colleagues about the miseries of work and talking about the first successful relativistic sleeper ship that they had gotten into space. He then remembered walking into the senate hall as a clerk, and noticing an abominable sight which terrified him. He saw a four and a half meter giant completely covered in armor that enhanced his height even more with demonic horns and a tail gutting his civilizations finest warriors and laughing. He remembered his president vowing, on his final breath that they would not relent and relinquish their freedom to the tyrants he now knew as the Drakodominatus. He saw the abomination laugh and fade out of the palace. He then saw the skies burning, and the ground revolting against the abominations that now walked upon it. He saw beams from the sky and bolts from the hellish heavens burning through the proud buildings of Duloth. The towers that went for kilometers into the sky were consumed in infernos, and the ground quaked at each impact. He then saw the first of the ships land and open up. He saw his troopers bravely sallying out of their defenses, with tanks that had served them for their civil wars, with their planes roaring back up in defense, and his heart shot up. Then he saw the monstrosities that rolled from the decks of the troopships. He saw the things he now knew as Crusher Class Main Battle Tanks rolling over his own tanks and blowing their largest fortifications up without stopping, even direct hits from his species heaviest ordnance to the bottom bounced off. He then saw the alien troops sallying out and wreaking havoc among his own, some he saw with giant swords cutting through their tanks. He saw his aircraft swatted from the sky and his species’ forces in disarray. He saw his side launch nukes at the massive Land Cruisers that crushed buildings and saw them hit the abominations and do no noticeable damage. Within the hour, they were already on the floor of his Senate steps, unimpeded by his species best efforts, he saw his species being put into shackles as they stormed the residential complexes, and systematically killed. He then saw a Land Cruiser destroy his family’s apartments with one of it’s side weapons. With rage, he ran up to a trooper and grabbed an RPG and fired at the treads, no effect. He then cried with his species as they faced annihilation, then he noticed as the Archon turned to the plaza they were in, something glowing a bright blue resembling cooling vents. He prayed to Spode and fired, and his rocket hit the critical point and a chain reaction followed. The shell contained the antimatter core’s radiation, but the shockwave of the blast flattened most buildings and knocked him unconscious. He then woke up, and to an order he now knew to mean as “Do not destroy this race, they have proven worthy to keep as slaves, bring them to the pits”. There, he began to learn of an existence that rivaled his very worst expectations of the afterlife, an eternal circus of hard work and torment that attacked his senses. He thought that it would continue forever, until now.