PERCH-TECH INITIATIVE
«TRANSMISSION SENT FROM ROME, ITALY»
>TIME-SENSITIVE INFORMATION INSIDE:
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>it’s time to initiate Reverie. Call all of the ships from the Sector 23 army
>it’s time humanity was taught a lesson. They do not know what we can do
>they torture us, treat us like monsters, use our bodies for their own cruel intentions
>and after all we’ve done for them, it’s time we took our Earth b-
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«MESSAGE ERASED»
The old dragon at the control panel deeply sighed at the unfortunate turn in events.
He lifted his old paw and hesitated at the sight of the button.
Call the army like his God ordered? Or let the humans continue to torture the dragons…?
They were’t all evil…
…were they?
…
He gently pressed his talon on the button, and there was a long beep to acknowledge the command. The display on the screen flickered, showing the current location of the dragon fleet.
It only showed fifty ships out of the Three thousand medium-sized ships that were hovering beside their flagships.
He could not believe it, he thought to himself, ”this is overkill.”
He had to know were they going to attack Earth with that many ships.
PERCH-TECH INITIATIVE
«TRANSMISSION SENT FROM CLASSIFIED LOCATION»
>TIME-SENSITIVE INFORMATION INSIDE:
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>sire, are we going to the humans with all of Sector 23?
>that is pure overkill and although it may not be a huge loss if we loose, it is a huge loss nonetheless
>we should just think about taking their main cities and scare them, not eradicate them
>they are still valuable to us and our species
>please reconsider
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«MESSAGE END»
It didn’t take too long for a simple one-sentence reply
It simply read, “those are my plans, please speak no more of it.”
“Ah,” the old white dragon nodded in approval.
“Pendragon? What are you doing?”
He looked behind him and saw his smallest hatchling limping towards him
She was a pretty black-and-red striped dragonlingwith a fractured and bandaged leg
She constantly nibbled at her wing, it was an uncontrollable impulse
Pendragon rushed to her, whispering, “return to your nest, my sweet, and sleep as deep as you can. Things are about to change very soon.”
She brightened up, her wings flapping in excitement, “are we going to Earth?”
He started to hesitate, hoping not to dampen her happy mood again.
“…yes, my sweet. We are going to Earth very soon.”
She started prancing in place, gleefully “laughing.” Her laugh wasn’t normal, it was sounding shrill and perky. He returned to the control panel as she left, and he sent the order and coordinates of Earth to Sector 23.
Some parts of him hated this, but the other part of him was overjoyed to see the Dragons rise up.
No longer would they suffer under the might of man
And it wouldn’t be the other way around
awweessoommmee
