Fiction:Wental Reborn

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Masuri's Speech
Masuri was getting old. 20 years ago he had been in his prime, with many years of life ahead of him. He had thought that being part of the Ravir was acceptable back then. But now he was growing old. Still strong, but a 38 years he only had, at most, 4 to 8 years left. He had never gotten his revenge on the Iteok for destroying his family, never gotten his revenge on the universe for wiping out his species. In all the universe, he was the last Yaman, the last of his once mighty species. And he was nothing but a part of the Ravir. Nothing but another body slowly merging into a hive mind. Masuri was filled with regret, sorrow, and hate. Of the few emotions that could exist with the Ravir, those were the only ones that were commonly felt.

Masuri hated the Ravir. He hated the Iteok. He hated everything and everyone, and just wanted to destroy it all. Over time he had come to his own conclusions, as had all the others. His conclusion, his answer to the pain was this: end it all. Destroy everything that hurts. He had, in the past, attempted to destroy the Iteok, but the RSR had refused to do so. Why destroy them, they had asked. When he had said to make him feel better they had laughed. They didn't see the hate in his heart, the endless hate and burning rage that not even their Ravir could snuff out. Masuri was the only person in all the Ravir to have such hate, such anger, such pure rage. Masuri was the last Yaman, a hero from the War for Wental, and the only one of his Wentalian kind to still feel any true emotions. Masuri was angry again, but this time, as he aged, he decided to do something about it.

Masuri left his modest home, modest because he wanted nothing greater with the damned Ravir in control. He left it, and sent messages to his Wentalian Kind. To them he said "Come, let us meet again before I die. For I feel death creeping up on my. My bones ache with age, and I am ready to die. But I wish to speak to all my people one last time before I do." And so the Wentals gathered once more. Their numbers had grown greatly since they last existed, from a mere few thousand to many billions of individuals. Cloning and breeding had made them vast, and they rented out an entire SCC to house their numbers for this event. Masuri had systems hooked up allowing him to speak and see all his people once again. As he had done 20 years ago, he did now. Looking out across the vast numbers that stood before him, Masuri felt a glimmer of feeling, a tiny spark of hope. Something he had not felt since he first saw the Ravir ships arrive and pull his people off of Teron, something that had died when he saw the system destroyed.

Masuri looked out over his people. He had planned this, but his speech was in his head alone. He began to talk.

"Hello, my friends, my people. It has been too long since I last saw you, all of you, together like this. I am glad, yes glad, that we could do this today. I am growing old, and I have many regrets. This will not be one of them. For 20 years I have held on to the tiny hope that I would be able to destroy the Iteok, destroy them all. They hurt us, they forced us into the Ravir, they destroyed us. All of them, from UNo who started it to the RSR who ended it. Wental is dead, killed by the universe. Or is it? Can we, as the Wentals we are, rise again? I think so. I know so. We have never been ones to give up easily, and we never will be. I can see it in your eyes. You all feel it, you all hold your hate close. It's time we rose up to fight for our freedom, fight for revenge, fight for whatever we want. It's time to show the universe what we can do when given time to recover. We lost last time, but this time. This time we will win. I lost everything when the UNO destroyed us, my species, my family, my entire world was killed by them. We never got to have our revenge, we never got to satisfy our hate. Yes, hate! One of the few emotions that cannot be killed by the Ravir. We all have it, we all feel it."

As he talks, the various people of the Wental Remnants start nodding. People start cheering, others crying, and still others talking about what to do next. Masuri continues.

{{Quote| We of Wental can rise again. Grox. Clone. Maladan and Tiny. Guardian, Nikkin, Kwaad, Zardalu, Iron Giant, Meta, Calonu, Salchum, Verinobi, Nobi, Dalanite, Nova, Mumble Arigra, Nact Myriim, Phreonics, Ma Cine, and Machine. We can rise again, together, united, as the Wentals. We need no other name or title then that. We are the Wentals! We never give up, not against unstoppable odds nor complete defeat! We are an unstoppable force! Nothing will keep us from what we WANT! What we NEED! What will WILL have! We will have our revenge. We will regain our pleasure. We will have our hate satisfied and see all those who hurt us dead! I want to see you free before I die, and so I shall! We are Wental! We are strong! WE ARE FREE!''"

The massive 623 billion member crown roared their approval, and in that single moment broke free of the Ravir, the first to ever do so in all it's history. The Wentals were a strong and proud race, they did not bow with ease. They, under Masuri, took control of the SCC they had rented and turned it's power into a weapon, taking control of the system it was in and swiftly taking control of a military base. As the Wentals started manufacturing ships, the RSR felt the disturbance through the Ravir, and realized something terrifying and new was happening...