15 July 2012
(read part 1 first)
Prime Minister Gregory, of England, sat on his large black-leather chair behind his desk. His long blonde hair cropped back in a greasy pony tail. The room was dark and the lights were flickering. But they all were Back then. He looked through piles of paper and looked at the situations that his country was involved in. Riots from the sudden space travel. Traumatised citizens. It was all to be expected. And then there were the politicians who believed that their only hope was to get the light back. Of course that would have been easier if they knew where it was but no body did. He had looked through documents and documents if paper and found that the light would be the only way. He would set up an exhibition of men and women to set out and find it. They needed it more than anything. Returning earth would be their main priority. And then harnessing the power source would be their second priority. Of course that wouldn't be the same for all the countries.
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The Russian president looked over the hanger bay. Planes were scattered across it. Men and women busily worked away. He was ready for the battle for power. He needed this 'light' to be able to expand his empire. Russia was to be the most powerful country on earth. The most powerful country to have ever existed. And he was going to lead it. The team he was sending out were mainly military men. They were experts in despising enemies. Just what the president wanted. His plan was to take the world while it was at its weakest by using the energy that the light posesed and then return to the milky way with the whole world at his disposal. He was to become the supreme emperor of planet earth. Emperor Arshalkvin the first.
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