The Horrors of the Dominion Occupation
Feb 3, 2015 21:06:29 GMT
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Post by Diamond Empire on Feb 3, 2015 21:06:29 GMT
The Horrors of the Dominion Occupation
The following events were sent to me in an amusing manner. A friend living on the homeworld in Zeus was allowed to send a video letter. I don't know what the occupiers were thinking when this was sent to me—perhaps that the Diamond people do not speak because they are stupid. They let my friend send a video letter in which the following text was also sent:
“Welcome homey. We are all cheery here and the sun is shining in the sky and babies can fly. When the stars grow cold then cabbages will grow in the fields.”
If you have troubles understanding that statement then you are not the only one—I have no idea what it means. However, while that text was being related, the video of my friend dancing, signing and posturing presented something totally different. She was in a sorry state, as you will see. Her front teeth were shorn off, as were her hand-claws. Her chest plate armor was removed—I presume that this is to make us feel naked and to shame us. Perhaps it was also to keep us from ripping the heads off these puny foreigners. I will translate for those that cannot read her actions:
Corin, dear friend, I am glad that you have escaped from the homeworld and yet I am sorry I do not have your strength standing beside me. After the missiles fell silent, no longer blasting our city centers in their frenzy to destroy our defenses, and after the soldiers had stopped trampling our gardens and bloodying themselves upon our weapons (only because we had no weapons left to fight with—even our claws have been shorn, as you can see).... They have said that democracy is a heresy. I believe they have no doubts of their claims. They have replaced our leaders with dictators—the leaders were executed and if I were allowed I would show you the corpses in the streets. They will claim that the population of the planet is all the better for their presence—they keep telling us so—but know my friend that they have done everything they can to humiliate us and destroy our culture. Even the most democratic and most fundamental part of our society are being destroyed by them. My grandchildren have been sent to “schools” on the other side of the world and we cannot talk to them. My son was killed when they came for the children. I don't know how they are able to do such things. Dear Corin, I know that the fleet was destroyed—I have heard—and I know we have no escape, but do not let our story die. Do not let my son's death be merely for principle—let it also be so that others may know the monsters who torment us as monsters.
I present this story to you so that all may know, come what may, what monstrous things are being done to my people, so that justice and truth may be served.
Corin, Battle Coordinator of the Diamond Empire
The following events were sent to me in an amusing manner. A friend living on the homeworld in Zeus was allowed to send a video letter. I don't know what the occupiers were thinking when this was sent to me—perhaps that the Diamond people do not speak because they are stupid. They let my friend send a video letter in which the following text was also sent:
“Welcome homey. We are all cheery here and the sun is shining in the sky and babies can fly. When the stars grow cold then cabbages will grow in the fields.”
If you have troubles understanding that statement then you are not the only one—I have no idea what it means. However, while that text was being related, the video of my friend dancing, signing and posturing presented something totally different. She was in a sorry state, as you will see. Her front teeth were shorn off, as were her hand-claws. Her chest plate armor was removed—I presume that this is to make us feel naked and to shame us. Perhaps it was also to keep us from ripping the heads off these puny foreigners. I will translate for those that cannot read her actions:
Corin, dear friend, I am glad that you have escaped from the homeworld and yet I am sorry I do not have your strength standing beside me. After the missiles fell silent, no longer blasting our city centers in their frenzy to destroy our defenses, and after the soldiers had stopped trampling our gardens and bloodying themselves upon our weapons (only because we had no weapons left to fight with—even our claws have been shorn, as you can see).... They have said that democracy is a heresy. I believe they have no doubts of their claims. They have replaced our leaders with dictators—the leaders were executed and if I were allowed I would show you the corpses in the streets. They will claim that the population of the planet is all the better for their presence—they keep telling us so—but know my friend that they have done everything they can to humiliate us and destroy our culture. Even the most democratic and most fundamental part of our society are being destroyed by them. My grandchildren have been sent to “schools” on the other side of the world and we cannot talk to them. My son was killed when they came for the children. I don't know how they are able to do such things. Dear Corin, I know that the fleet was destroyed—I have heard—and I know we have no escape, but do not let our story die. Do not let my son's death be merely for principle—let it also be so that others may know the monsters who torment us as monsters.
I present this story to you so that all may know, come what may, what monstrous things are being done to my people, so that justice and truth may be served.
Corin, Battle Coordinator of the Diamond Empire