| Gerard_Rex | Date: Friday, 10 October 14, 6:14 PM | Message # 1 |
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| Gerard Rex looked out at the world of Zaddja before the viewport, studying the lay of the land. Behind him, his fleet of Pius Dea extremists awaited his order. They'd dumped the 'Church of the Good Deity' name and embraced what they truly were at last. Pius Dea, reborn. This, then, would be their new home. A world far from the Empire; a world the Empire had never even laid foot upon. Unimportant. No exports. No imports. No signs of life at all, at least of the intelligent sort. It had only cost him two of his Giga-class transports and two of his Space Master transports for the diversion. They'd been sent with skeleton crews to the opposite side of the galaxy, to cause trouble. It had been a false information sending, though; the transports would delete all information on their computers once they emerged, and nobody on those transports knew Rex's actual plan. It was a loss... but a necessary plan.
So, now, with all the necessities, Rex would take his new world.
Gerrard 'Grendel' Rex
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