A dtr's story of a thousand copywright agreements

It was dark, the sun, hidden by an eternal night. The planet, divided into two halves. One side, an eclipse of death and tragedy, the other an arid wasteland of sand and fire.


The streets were empty, crime was an epidemic. Stores were constantly broken into; thieves had their hands full. People feared for their lives, they clutched their weapons, attempting to prevent the inevitable. Pits of the dead grew, as those who had failed to protect their families died. Nothing was safe. We all cursed the Prophecy for the tragedy. The Fabled Five had doomed this planet, and we were paying for their mistake.

Let me tell you a story, a story of how our once beautiful land became such a haven for hatred and war. We had received word from some scouts on Niveus that an unknown species had discussed plans on taking their fleet to a planet in the middle of the seventh galaxy. They were talking about our planet. A group of villagers accompanied me to the emperor’s chambers to tell him of the impending dangers.

“Syre Mak’tal, We’ve heard news. An unknown species is adv-” The creature was cut off mid sentence,
“Yes Kia’ll, I know. I have been conversing with the fabled five. They know of the incoming species. They call themselves…” He paused to take out a small pipe like creation from his jacket pocket. “They call themselves, Humans.” The group of villagers stood, stunned. Never was it known that the fabled five could conceive information of foreign beings before.
“They are planning on using this universe as a new colony. They will destroy anything in their way… I fear the worst, but the lords have a plan,” the emperor said, with a hint of doubt in his words.
“They suggest something drastic; I know it is forbidden to doubt their divinations...” he said with a sigh, “But their plan, I predict failure” The small group of aliens stood staring at their emperor. Such things, such obscenities must not be uttered of the fabled five.
“What must we do Syre?” a young male called out from beneath the crowd. The group all turned and looked at the youngling.
“You be quiet Neb’ll, you should be with the scholar,” an elder yelled. The emperor silenced them with a wave of his hand, his three thumbs twitching slightly.
“We have been instructed to-” The emperor was interrupted by the sound of footsteps and heavy breathing.
“Syre, the lords, they are calling for an emergency meeting.” He stopped to catch his breath, as his cape regained its shape “We must gather the general, his expertise will be needed” Some elders looked at each other in disbelief, the fabled five couldn’t require expertise, unless…



The settlements center was filled with the constant drone of chatter. The ghastly sight of jaws flapping around filled the general’s optics, he was nervous.
The crowd all slowly stopped their conversations and noticed the curtains were slowly dissipating. The general stepped out from behind the curtain and hobbled up to the stand.
“My fellow Kraayl’s, it has come to the fabled five’s attention that an unknown race will be making it’s way here to take over this planet” A voice came from the crowd
“But what will happen to us if said invasion happens?” The general looked back at the eldar Kraayl. He looked around the room and came back to the eldar’s face.
“They’ll exterminate us.” The whole center errupted in sceaming and banter.
“Calm down, the Fabled Five have a plan.” The crowd stopped their banter and looked up at the general.
“Well? What is the plan then?”

The planet Jupiter looked beautiful up close, but the crew was looking forward to seeing much greater things. They were awaiting their new planet.
An air pressure valve made a hissing noise and forced the solid steel door open.
“CAPTAIN ABRIDGE” Shouted the leutennant as he called the crew to stand up and sallute.
“As you were. I’ve come to discuss some navigations with you leutennant.” The captain looked around the ship, it’s bridge was old and certainly looked it. The old lcd’s hung from the walls infront of the crew. The nav screen was just a giant lcd tv. Sigh, deffinatly old school. The captain marvelled at how such an old ship was still allowed to fly, but I suppose it’s hard to make transport ships such as this one.
“Sure is a grand sight to behold, i’nt it leutennant?” the captain asked, staring at the passed Jupiter.
“Uh sir, you wanted to discuss navigation?”
“Oh yes, right I nearly forgot” he walked over to the nearby captains chair and beaconned the leutennant to have a seat next to him. He reached behind him and pressed a button for the instant coffee machine, a cup full of steaming coffee plopped out of the machine in an instant.
†˜Shit, I remember when those came out new, I am getting old’ thought the captain.
The captain pressed a button on the table between he and the leutennant, a map of the solar-system came up on screen. The map had a line drawn along it, signalling the route of the ship. A name was scralled just above a little green arrow †˜Genesis V3.5’ The Genesis series of ship were made for transporting humans to new worlds, but they hadn’t started off very well. Genesis V1 had started off well, but nearly destroyed a planet on it’s test flight. The engines had bugs which the primitive human technology at the time could not understand so well, and blew up, causing the ship to veer into a nearby plannets gravitational pull. V2 on the other hand had the complete opposite problem, the ships navs went down mid test flight and got itself lost, nearly flying itsself into a sun. V3 was where they finally ammended all the mistakes of the prior models, however the V3 still had some minor bugs, such as a buggy oxygen sensor, leaving some rooms almost vacuum like. But all the bugs were fixed in the remake model the V3.5.. or so they hoped.