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Rise of the Harkonnen
Origin, transmitting direct orders from the Authority. Please acknowledge.
Order received. Confirmed. I am to enter the wormhole to recon the Klackon space.
Proceed.
And now...we wait.
Excellent. Maintain your position as we evaluate the situation, pilot.
Interesting...so they have decided to develop such, poorly habitable world. There is almost no value to it.
Well, our telepathic analysts have finished their evaluation of the Klackon race...they're not the brightest, milord. But they do work harder...they work like a Hive, minds are connected to each other, but none more dominant than the other. They work in harmony..
Enough, doctor. This is why I think they are quite pliable.
Milord? May I remind you our nuclear missiles are possibly quite obsolete at this Space Age?
Tsk...so short-sighted. You mention they are telepathically linked to each other, but are they vulnerable to Domination?
I....well, a Cruiser with full complement of our brightest mind with amplified broadcast should be able to dominate a planet of that size easily.
Well, what are you working for? Put my mind at ease. *Gazes at the Klackon's holographic image.* I want their power, doctor. I want their obedience. I want them. In my empire.
*Appears shaken.* I...at once, milord!
You have authorization to construct the Cruiser, "Mentat" to facilitate this endeavor. I also want you to divert your research efforts towards Biosphere...I am expecting...extra colonists arrival soon. Get me Director Galis.
Milord?
I am uploading the schematics of the cruiser, 'Mentat.' I want this Cruiser operational within 2 years. Understood? And prepare two additional fleets of freighters.
It shall be done.
Very good, Director Galis....
Milord, I am receiving an offer from an mysterious entity.
Interesting...go on.
An intriguing offer. I accept. Please inform Director Galis that he is on permanent vacation until I find a suitable assignment for him. Welcome aboard Director Kirsus. Get to work.
I am pleased with your progress. Now, do something about our food supply.
Not to worry, milord. Director Kirsus is already deep into it.
Does the Authority permit me to speak?
You may...
I wish to recommend the services of my former colleague, Director Chug, like myself he is a capable scientist and may aid you in your food problem.
Hmm. I only have one system to govern so far...but yes...I could use his brilliant mind for research. I will inform you when we have prepared the credits...
I am pleased to serve.
Stardate 3508.5
It's time. Commence construction of Biosphere to welcome our future colonists...order the Mentat to set course for the Tarandus' Wormhole.
Operation Stolen commences.
Stardate 3508.7
Message from the Mentat: they have arrived.
Authorization for mind control given. Harm none. I want them all alive.
Worry not, O Great Authority. Commencing Domination Protocols...Broadcast!
It was a quiet victory. The Mentat landed on the surface of Tarandus' Prime unopposed.
We have received transmission from the Klackon's home system. Transmitting now...
Slaughter? Why, I've harmed NONE of your subjects, INSECT. Your subjects are only loyal to ME! Now, I shall breed them like animals they are and use their labor to further our goals. It's been a pleasure, Ambassador...Cut the feed. Begin the Klackon colonists transfer to Sol system.
More technological advances achieved.
Meanwhile, Tarandus Prime
Get on the ship, comrades...we shall take to the Promised land...where you will toil for the Greater Good...and serve The Authority.
We hear your voice, O Great Mentor...and we obey....
Yes...bid farewell to your old empire...for you will not set you gaze upon them for a long, long time. MwhahahahahahaHAHA!
Milord, I foresee great problems once they've reached Sol system.
Oh?
They may be obedient thralls when grouped together, but I do not think they are ready to mingle with the Hivemind yet..
I have foreseen this.
Even as we speak, Sol II is priming its soil for our new, more productive members of our society...*Grins.*