Losing the battle, but winning the war
To The Warer of the Ring, Ruler of your domain:
An undetectable army of 100,000 techno-organic-microbes, keyed to you and your world’s genetic structure, was stasis shipped to your kingdom in a shipment of dark chocolate by my ancestors 10,000 years ago, delivery on ships traveling under the power of solar sail. Timing and planning is everything. And this plot does not violate the terms of my original surrender.
- I have 100,000 soldiers that have been unleashed on you.
- I have made no treaties or alliances with technically advanced societies.
- I have shipped darc chocolate to you as required.
Although you stated that time travel is not allowed, my ancestors had access to a time window from which to observe life, the universe and everything.
Upon learning of the future fate of our world they conducted a plan that took eons to accomplish. They could have helped us avoid our fate, but they had a greater plan that would insure our freedom and survivial. By the time you receive this message, my agents would have confirmed that you have consumed the DC and have been infected, as well as several of your people who have partaken of the gift from my people. There is no cure. Have no fear you or your people will not die, yet. Anyone from your world will be infect by now or will be as soon as they meet an infected, no physical contact is needed. Your own bodies will reproduce the microbe, and could no longer be consided my soldiers then they now made from your genetic material. If they are not from your home world or are not a blood relative, they will remain un-infected.
This microbe is special and affects your bio-electric field that surrounds all living things. This microbe does two things; first it alters you bio-electric that cause any electronic technology to malfunction. You could shield your bodies or electronics from the effects, but that will take time and money.
The second effect ties you to the planet you currently reside. Leave the planet and you will die within 24 hours. At around 20 hours the pain will start as will a hunger. There is a way to survive this effect, but it is costly, not financially, but to your souls. I will tell you how, because I find much joy in this punishment. It’s like bringing a fable or legend, maybe even a nightmare to life. There are two methods of survival. First you will need to surround your body with “fresh, moist soil” from your current planetary residence every 24 hours for up to four hours in total Darcness. This will keep you alive and prevent the need for the alternative. If you are currently in space when you were infected, I would suggest, that you and your crew stay aboard your ship. If you leave you will die, and unless your ship contains an arboretum for option one.
Option two is where revenge is sweet, even if it is not my plan, I will still enjoy it. To survive without the dirt nap, you will need to feed off the brethren of your home planet. Not just you, but all those that are infected. Although you could, I would not recommend eating them, or you will run out of food too soon. You will need to feed off their blood, no more than 4 oz a day that should easy the pain and keep you alive. If you try to feed off anyone other that your brethren, you will arrest the pain your body will feel, though it would take considerably more than 4 oz, an may kill the target.
You will still be able to enjoy all life has to offer, if you follow the rules. Oh, there is an unfortunately a side affect of consuming the blood non-brethren, an extended lifespan and an amazing regenerative ability, potential immortality. The other empires may not tolerate your existence for long, if your infected people fail to maintain their legendary self control and stick to the home cooking.If you wish revenge, remember there are plans in place for every contingency.
I should thank you for forcing my people to become self sufficient, now we have no need for the universe at large. By the time anyone get to my world, our solar system will be gone, move to it own little pocket universe. My 5000 subjects currently under your thumb will glady suffer any punishment you give them, since they know it will lead to your down fall.
Your universe may one day find our new home, but the odds are in my peoples favor. I expect galactic war within the next decade. You and your people will suffer for denying me my rightful place in the galaxy. Your peoples need to survive will corrupt them; immortality is too tempting a gift.
You may persevere and rule the galaxy, but you will not rule me or my people. And remember any technology that you develope to shield you electronics, could be lost in the coming war.
Love,Reign of Darc Ranger
PS The secret to the soil and the blood.
There are criticial chemicals and minerials that are needed by the tecnho-microbes to arrest their tertiary program of first hunger, then pain and finially death. Blood transfussion will not work since they can feed off of the replacement blood.