A swirl of stars surrounded the planets of confusion and power illuminating the space with gaseous beams. Slowly, from the background, a voluminous spacecraft with a bluish metallic hue and a sleek finish around the entire fame pushed through the thin space and the name "Telifin (Tuh-lee-fan) 1" in white on the both sides. Behind it a fleet of smaller crafts same in color floated slowly along. In front of the arm of Telenius (Te-le-nius), a brown planet, which goes by the name Panenia (Puh-Neen-yuh), filled the crews with anxiety as the war was beginning to start.

On the leading ship was a crew around a thousand. The captain was a tall, youthful man with a clean shaven face and eyes of innocence. His face wrinkled just slightly due to some of the stress earlier in his life. His hair was a beautiful jet black. He had it pulled back in a long pony tail with all of it's glorious darkness. Only his eyes didn't match with the rest of his face. Those innocent eyes, yet filled with so many horrific scenes, were of a sky blue and at times a cold, fearless, icy blue. These eyes did not match at all. He wore a strongly built captains uniform but the fabric still had the same smoothness of silk. It was a color of metallic black and with it were hundreds of medals. And on a necklace he wore the symbol of the captains which was a glittering silver star.

" "Captain Sarinus (Suh-ree-nos)," blinked the reception screen. "We have confirmation just now from the King of Panenia...they have surrendered this war to keep from causing mass destruction on the planet and in the galaxy. We wait for your orders, Sir."

"Tell the other ships," Sarinus said witha deep, calm voice with a gentle coldness. "Tell the rest of the fleet to head to the closest planet in case this is just a set-up. We will go to the Brown Planet and accept this surrender." Then the screen flickered off instantly and the rest of the fleet turned and headed toward the planet and then Telifin 1 entered the atmosphere of Panenia.

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The ship landed just after sundown as the stars began sprinkling the purple sky. Sarinus and his right-hand man Trifon (Try-fone) were the only two members of the head spacecraft to exit out so the rest of the crew could guard the ship from any sort of attack. Trifon was about the same age as Sarinus. He was bit shorter in stature but still had an air of godliness, even for a right-hand man. His eyes were a cold and distant brown. He had beautiful blonde hair, which, even with his coldness, vented gentleness and a small hint of homosexual vanity.. His personality was also colder and more anti-social than Sarinus.. But only Sarinus could pull out the gentler side of Trifon, through, Sarinus had that effect on everyone.

They both swept over the grey concrete like glorious gods. In front of them were two guards wearing gold uniforms with random spots of jet black spattered on the gold. They were guarding a large golden door which slid open quicker than the eye could blink. This door led into the kingdom city and then turned off into another hallway and into the Golden Palace. Sarinus and Trifon walked with a condescending manner toward these two guards. When they reached them, the guards monotonously said together, "Follow Us." The guards swept through the opening with a sharp turn and the two Telenians (Tuh-Lee-Nee-ans). All four of them walked into a white lighted hallway and then the golden door shut behind the. They were blinded instantly for a second and then their sight came back. The walls, they noticed, were the same heavenly whiteness as the pure light. But Trifon was forced to cover his eyes for the rest of the way due to his animosity for such bright lights. Sarinus, however, withstood them and helped lead Trifon around as the guards led him around. And fortunately, the two guards had sunglasses to help them see. After a walk of thirty minutes, they came to the branching hall which lead to the palace. The hall, as far as they could see, was covered with pure gold with a bright golden light reflecting off of the new polish. Then silently a car buzzed up to them.. The guards boarded first and then the two Telenians. Then down the golden hall they went in the car of pearl. Another hour went by with not a word spoken at all. Luckily, this time Trifon did not have to blind himself from the light since the golden color was dark enough for him. Also, it was fortunate that they hadn't have to give up their weapons so they felt very safe for any danger. Thirty minutes went by and finally the arrived to a voluminous iron door with two, gigantic, golden statures on either side of this huge door. These statues were of two former heroic kings and founders of this brown planet. They all jumped off of the car and stood their gazing at the gate. Even the guards stood dazing at the scene, even though they've been there so many times, it was still a wonder to them. Sarinus, as he jumped off of the car, wondered particularly about the iron door. He wondered why, such a beautiful place as this, would bar up the entrance to the palace with a horrific, ugly, iron door instead of some kind of magnificent diamond gate. Only this one thing seemed ultimately peculiar to him and it was the only thing that occupied him for some time. Suddenly, with a loud, metallic clang echoing through the hall, the door opened. And on doing so, a pure white light beamed into their eyes and souls hypnotizing them in an instance just as the old tales of alien mother-ships coming to a planet and beaming down a light from paradise onto their victim and then bringing them up into the craft. So did these lights to the four men. And so, they all filed through the entrance like prisoners and behind them the large, iron door crashed closed letting out another echo of metallic explosions through the empty hall.

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A smell of fragrances from flowers spiraled around the air. A bright golden light sparkled brilliantly off of the crystal, the glass, and the peal white marble. Servants were busying themselves for their king and several guards blocked entrances around the Palace Hall. And all that could be heard was a swirl of footsteps and soft chatter echoing against the hard, thick walls.

The four walked slowly across the marble floor. Sarinus was amazed by the crystal room and all it's majesties within. Trifon continued to despise the horrible light radiating before him from every direction. The two guards led them slowly to a door of the exact same size of the iron gate they entered before but was made with a mixture of crystal, colored with a glinting cyan, and a sparkling, newly polished gold. On the left was a key pad with a eye identifcation laser and a hand print idenfication system so that all of the guards could be able to unlock the door to enter if they need to do so. The left guard nodded knowing instantly what to do as the four strolled up to them and he began the process of unlocking the massive door in the way. Sarinus and Trifon stared striaght ahead not moving a muscle waiting for the door to slide open and move their way toward the King of Panenia and accept the surrender personally. A few minutes later, as the slow technology of the plaent made the confirmation of the process, the door clicked loudly as the lock went up and swiftly slammed open.

First, the two guards that were leading the way entered into the marble room. Next, came the two Telenians. The four stood quietly within a spacious marble room with a ruby red carpet slicing down the middle of the entire hall. On both sides were hundreds of black marble benches where people came when the King would discuss political issues or even a religious episode from the Priest. Also, there were several columns of the heavenly marble on the sides with ruby curtains hanging down between each wide gap. At the end of the aisle, down the ruby strip of carpet, pass the black benches, centered directly in front of them was the crystal throne and in it was the majestic king of Panenia. Then the door quietly slid shut behind them and they walked without thought down the vein of carpet towards the heart of Panenia. The two guards smiled with success

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They walked down the aisle looking directly at the king. He was an elderly man in his seventies. His face was sagged and winkled, but his eyes still a goregous blue. The kings hair was gone but his beard a pure, pearly white. His attire was of the old kings during the 18th and 19th centuries when royalty was a key part of most countries. A long, red robe wrapping around his old body and a godly crown of gold and diamonds sitting on his head were the two noticable parts of the royal attire. He sat there catatonically as the four marched to him. Sarinus and Trifon whspered to each other about the king, but it was simply nothing important. They stepped up to him staring with a puzzled expression and then a soft chuckle passed and the king looked up.

" I am King Rodius (Roe-dias) IV. Welcome to my palace. I've been expecting you for quite along time. The great Sarinus and his ruthless, queer maiden Trifon. Ah yes, expected you for quite some time. So, how do you like the palace I've built here, eh? Beautiful, is it not? Well? Aren't you going to say something?"

The two Telenians looked at Rodius as his old, icy cold voice echoed in the empy hall and vanished. Then Sarinus spoked with an even colder tone of voice and a stern thought of animosity already toward this foul creature.

"Yes, it is quite beauitful. Now I understand why your military is so week. You're too busy building a gigantic and extravagent golden palace for nothing instead of watching out for your precious people and materials. You are such a fool Rodius...To have all this money and spend on yourself like selfish old bastard you are and always have been. I see why most people tried to get free from you. And I see now why you had to surrender you weakling."

"A fool indeed," the king responded. "But, you're the fool in this joke my arrogant friend." Then the King flicked his hand from out of his robe and with the gesture, out from the ruby curtains, a small army of guards entered in a flash. Sarinus and Trifon were trapped in the grasps of Rodius. Their own guns were taken away and their hands bound by strong, magnectic cuffs and they were taken from the hall. And as they were taken away, they could hear a sadistic, old, icy cold laugh bouncing against the once beauitul but now terrifying halls of the palace. Then they passed through the black iron door with an unreadable inscription above it in crimson red and then taken down to the dungeon of the King.

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Sarinus was situatred in a different cell than Trifon in fear they would somehow escape. His cell was lit by a incandescent lightbulb. The cell itself was very small but furnished with a separate bathroom, a small bed but big enough to hold his size, and a few shelves for books if the King allowed him to read during his time in prison. But, he was mostly happy with the great fact that the room had air conditioning which he could control so he wouldn't be heated up by the light.

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Trifon was given to the Priest. He was settled comfotly in a well-furnished room. It was painted darkly with maroon and black. The bed was covered with the same colors that the room was shaded in. There were three bookshelves filled to compacity: one, with the Priest's own work and the other two of old books from several thousand years ago. The air in the room was crisp and fresh and cool. There was a mahogany desk near the bookshelves with a small dark lamp, a stack of files, and several random papers of notes that the Priest put down at night when he was filled with thoughts.

Then presently, the door opened and a tall man strolled lankily into the room wearing a long, buttoned-up black robe and his white collar. He had long, flowing white hair combed back to give make his face easier to make out. His eyes were an aging blue with spots now dotting around the iris. His skin was fair but old yet, with only a few wrinkles. He closed the door and stared at Trifon holding a small brown sack in the palm of his hand

"Here's your gold," the Priest said in a soft old voice and tossed the sack onto the bad. "There's a car in the hallway ready to take you to your fleet."

Trifon picked up the sack of gold and stuffed into one of the pockets on his cargo. Then he stood up and walked over to the Priest and looked at him gently standing almost eye to eye to him.and spoke in a more loving tone than anyone else had heard when they met him.

"Thank you, Father." Trifon responded. He kissed the Priest softly on his lips and left the room. The Priest closed the door and sat down on the edge of the bed, looked around silently, then laid down and stared at the ceiling for the rest of the night thoughtlessly.

Trifon arrived in a huge garage where a hundred battleships were held and over five hundred one man crafts along with them. In the middle of all the metal was a larger lead craft than the one Sarinus flew onto the planet. They all were coated brilliantly is gold. He strolled quietly over the smooth concrete launching pad, up the ramp of the spacecraft, then behind him the door silently and quickly came and the ramp shot back up through the slot it was held in, and then they waited for the countdown to takeoff with Trifon strapped in tightly to the commanding chair with a sly smirk crossing his lips.

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The first day on the planet was over. Trifon had his own fleet and Sarinus was captured. Everything was going just as planned.

Dawn had arrived. A brilliant glow ignited the entire hemisphere where the city was located. The normal routine restarted. Through the humid air and heating sunlight, the citzens walked through the brick streets oblivious of everything that the government was doing. They went to their jobs, as normal, to provide for their families. This was how it always has been and will be. Working for many hours for just enough money. Buying the essential needs for their loved ones and a few wants. And they did this with no thoguht about what it all meant. They just did what they had to do to survive. That was that.

Behind its walls, the Golden Palace busied secretly with their errands. The gardeners made sure the entire area inside the walls continued to blossom and stay beautifuk with the thousands of roses, sunflowers, lillies, and several other various types of flowers then King adored. The cleaners washed and polished every part of the palace to keep it the main beauty on the world. They also cleaned the insides and the clothing of the palace and even the transportation. This job was the most important to the King thanks to his obsessive compulsiveness. But, they were paid well and that was all that mattered. As well, the guards kept busy twenty-four-seven. They ran about the palace transporting information. They kept guard, of course, of every single entrance. It was their job and it was a job well done, almost perfect, to keep the palace an impenetrable fortress. As well as an unescapable prison.

This was why the world was feared. They were experts at perfectionism. Telenius knew if the King got an inch of power that they power would instantly and continuously grow and everything would be the Panenians. The empire would be rebuilt. They did not want to that to come again. But now, one of their own led the charge to make it happen.

Meanwhile, as the Panenians morning routine went on, Sarinus struggled to stay awake. He did not want to know what could happen if he went to sleep. He did not want to given up on the plan he was trying to make. He knew there was some way of escaping. Also, he knew about the stronghold he was in. But, with his few teachings of Psychology, he felt that there is always a hole to be found in such an obsessive compulsive man, such as the King. That he could exploit the weakness and then he could somehow escape. But, he could not think of thhe right scheme of doing so. His main thought pointed toward the King and all of his men. He figured that the King's men must be the same as the King. That they were the coach's players and grew as a part of their leader. The thought was that they were made to be perfectionists. That they were controlled by the same hatred toward dirt. And because of this hatred of disorder, he could figure out a way of exploitng it to get away. But, there was always one catch to all of his incessant planning...He did not know the ins and outs of the palace and where everything was located. And because of that, he was at a lost. There was nothing to do but be patient.

The day wore on with nothing at all erupting. It was the end of the work hours for mot people. Most of them headed back home for their families. The streets squirmed slowly as the workers trudged their way through. There was a bustle of chat about each of their days. Some of the street venders stayed selling their products to the passer-bys. Other than them, no one elese was selling anything. However, the few restaurants were opening for dinner and the stores remained open. Only the factory works, most of the business men, and a few of the store works went home. And in less than two hors, all of them were home relaxing.

Inside the palace walls, everything was serene. The gardeners were off for the rest of the day. The cleaners turned into servants inside the palace. And the guards remained in their impenetrable formation. No visitors or audiences were held for the day so they had no reason to move from their positions. The over status of the palace was simply peaceful.

However, inside the Throne Room paced the King thoughtfully talking to the Priest. The conversation was merely about the condition of the public.

"Priest," the kibng said as he stopped in his tracks. "How are the citizens? What are the rumors? Is the economy going well?"

"Rodius," the Priest replied. "The citizens are exhausted. They're tired of being paid so low for such important jobs. They are tired of you spending so much of the profits on your palace. They may start a rebellion."

The King frowned slightly and sighed as he fall to a marble bench. "A rebllion, eh? How terrible. Then...I guess I will have to try and please them for a little while to keep them in line. Bah, I hate wasting my time trying to please them. But, I suppose it must be done to keep this kingdom running. You may form the plan."

"Indeed I may, but this is your mess. You fix it. I'm tired of fixing your problems. So, get off your old, lazy bum and go to please your people."

The King glanced upward at the Priest. He was not used to being talked to in such an angry manner. He felt disrespected. "Listen here, Priest. I do not like your tone. This is my Kingdom. And now I am telling you to fix this. Do you understand?"

"Rodius, don't feel so angered. You will take responsibility for what you have neglected. This time I am not fixing it for you old man."

"Gah, I see I will not get you to do this. Fine, leave me alone. I do not want to see you again for the rest of the day. If I do you will be thrown in with Sarinus. Now go.

The Priest nodded and walked away. His thoughts mingled with a growing animosity toward Rodius. He now knew how lazy the King was. He now knew the ruthlessness inside. The Priest did not want to say under such a ruler anymore. He had finally broke on through to the otherside. Even though he did love the King dearly; he would sit around doing nothing no longer.

He walked to his room already beginning to plant for the overthrow. He knew who had to get to help him. He knew Sarinus would be more than happy to work with him in destroying Rodius' rule. The Priest knew that he could destroy the chain. He went to sleep grinning widly with thoughts of conspiracy.

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The fleet glittered brilliantly as they entered the bright orange sunlight heading to the planet Sinipian (Suh-nih-pee-an) where the Telenian fleet was located. Panenias' fleet was easily moving through undetected by the raders of the Telenians. Everything was going smoothly and Trifon felt a swell of accomplishment and pride thrust through his bosom. He smiled at the thought of his first battle won as the Captain. He knew this was going to work wonderfully.

A buzzer soundered through the cockpit. The lights dimmed and the screen flashed instantly. It was the King. Trifon was furious.

"King! Go away! We are not supposed to be talking on this device. They will detect us and we will be doomed you old fool!"

"Listen to me Trifon. You are NOT to talk to me like that. I am your King. Now, where are you?"

Trifon stared furiously at the screen and then he disconnected the communication wire. "Blasted old fool...disturbing me like that. We're lucky the didn't instantly detect us. Stupid twit." He sat down still steaming because of the King's foolish mistake. He opened a small cigareete case and pulled one of the fags out. He put the butt to his lip and lit the stick. Then he sucked the smoke into his decaying lungs, pulled the cigarette from his lips and blew the smoke into a handheld air-filterer. The fleet became increasingly closer to Sinipian. But none of them knew the dangerous lurking back home.

"HISTORY"

A distant light sparkles in the cold night sky
This chill covered the entire city below
But the light is drowned by the glowing city lights
And on the street the dark phantoms sweep through the neighborhoods
With their quiet animosity for humans slicing through their brains
On the other side of the city the ruins spread forever
but forgotten
History is no longer a key part to the lives there
They live to forget to repeat what was done
But there are few who are rifling through the books
Hoping to stop the redundancy of beings
And on them the lucid distant light shines
So as they look up the hope keeps inside of them
They know they have a will and that there is a way
To educate the ones who forget to soften the destruction
But to them who refuse to know...it's merely trivial
Still the few work on to try and deter the others from destroying more
So the light can shine on all the things that can't be seen
To let the others open their eyes and take away their ignorance....................
And the light still shines for those who struggle
To show the way to heal the corruption...the decadence
And allow everyone a chance to escape their ties
That keep them unaware of it all




"TECHNOLOGICAL ADVANCES"

One the couch sits a family
Watching television as they usually do
An escape from the world
But a swim in brain control
There they are
Brainwashed and fooled

Through the streets where the lights shine on
No one walks, no one plays
The houses are filled with robotic fools
Listening to lies and a bunch of propaganda

The light shines on and on with no friend
Everyone has died
They're lost ina game
They sit in chairs in front of a screen
Addicting themselves to computer imbecility

The robots laugh as they take over their minds
They own the world, they control the existence
Life is gone
But the robots still function
Technology has won

No one lives within
The soul has been take
And the robot holds them inside
The technology has won