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Future
The historian Ahrgri-vactix of the Ristorian Sept looked over his latest entry into his history of the Human Military Power, Queen Bethany Anne. She was a favorite of his, not only was she still alive, but alive long enough that she had made history far into the past, as well as his present.
He was writing up a scene for the issues she had with another world power, but keeping to as much of the truth of the story as he could. Part of his challenge was finding source material to recreate what must have happened on her own planet, so many solar turns in the past.
However, he re-read his most recent entry and decided he liked it.
One of these days, he would have to ask his contact Adam how he knew so much of her history.
He started reading it one more time, and this is what he read.
PLA General Staff Headquarters – Beijing
The Chinese General walked into his meeting room on his way through to the door into his private office. He grasped the handle to open his office door when he suddently stopped He left his right hand on the knob but slowly turned his head back towards the meeting table.
It was black, polished with a high shine and had the symbol for power inlaid in gleaming brass in the center. The table had room for ten to sit around it, with another eight chairs set up around the wall for support personnel.
In the middle of this well protected PLA base, in his own meeting room was a letter. A letter that hadn’t been there when he had left just two hours before.
Certainly not with a sharp knife impaling the letter into the wood between the symbol lines. He let go of the door knob and took the four steps to approach the table. He leaned over to grab the knife.
Which wouldn’t budge.
The General used his left hand for leverage and then pushed and pulled the knife back and forth before he could finally wiggle the knife free. He yanked the knife out and pulled the paper over closer so he could read it.
His lips compressed as he read the words.
“There are two ways to stop my vengeance. You can kill me, or you can sue for peace. But you had better decide soon, or there will be nothing left of your military but machines blackened by fire and people praying for the souls of your dead.”