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by Warr on Wed Jan 10, 2007 9:03 pm
Politicians who had been accustomed to peace, who were the children of the children of the children of the children of the children of peace, who had taught words like war, raid, and pillage were words which were as archaic as those creatures which their ancestors had found the remnants of, dinosaurs.
These children of pacifism and neutrality now stood with a grieving, growing, hateful tug.
How would they deal with these problems? Deal with these new Brigands, the Wolves of the Sea which was the stars. Proverbs were called forth, ideals tested.
The ambassadors to this meeting from the Imperium, the children of the empire which came to fruit from the struggles of the British Isles, came up with a point blank solution. It had been given from one of the younger ambassadors, a lover of history and the struggles which the children of Adam and Eve lived through before, of war and chivalry, of the ideals presented by the knights of the ages dark, the ideals which were worshiped ever after.
The solution, a call to arms. It was guidance reinforced by a proverb told in ancient studies, an eye for an eye.
Other solutions were proposed. Solutions which were not solutions, solutions which were hiding in the dark of buildings and begging for peace, clinging to their love as if it would never allow them back if they let it go.
But it was obvious that the only solution would be the one of the beast, the solution of force returned for the force given.
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