"Adeste fideles... Ave verum Dei!"
The cry of the Preacher
resounds around the high dome of the colony. Once more he cried it
before turning to the crowd who stood around him. The clothes and
uniforms spoke of many affiliations, no few recognise the Preacher and
who he represents.
"Te Deum Laudamus!"
"We don't praise the God of a lunatic mad man."
Preachers thin hand flashed across the speakers face leaving two red
streaks from his rings. the speaker, a Captain in the Stellar Patrol
reaches for his sword, which the preacher deftly strikes from his hand
with his staff. Ignoring the Captain he raises his arms high, the
sleeves of his robes fall and reveals that they are heavily scarred. His
voice deepened as he roars at the crowd.
"The God of which I speak is the God of the Brotherhood! The One True God!"
"Tell us of this God. Who is he?"
"No! It is treason to even listen to the Preacher. I will have you all arrested!"
The Preacher stands beside the Captain who is a good foot taller than him and rests a hand on his shoulder.
"Is it treason to listen to your heart? That is what you should do
Captain. Did you have no doubts when you destroyed the Pirate Cruiser
Achilles? Or when you crushed the riots on Rebellion? How much blood
have you spilt because it was the orders of a man a thousand light years
away? I know this. My God knows this."
The Preacher turns from the Captain and walks amongst the crowd, who part before him. His stick taps to every second footfall.
"The One True God is eternal! The winds call his name, stars
prostrate themselves before him! With one command his will is done by
the legions of faithful. Devoted followers who will allow nothing to
stand in their way. You..." He points to a man, "Would you face untold
odds to do what you could? Could you fight on a distant planet, watch
your friends die and still be of the same resolve? Would you stand under
the onslaught of enemy weapons constantly pounding you? Could you lead
your men into a colony defended by five times your force? Would you?"
He points his stick at a man wearing a stained deep space flight suit.
"No I would not."
"Then why should he?"
He points to the Captain and the crowd turn to gaze.
"He. He has done all of what I have said. He has wept at the
futility of Imperial conquests. He has dreamt of greater glory. That is
what I can offer."
Amongst the bustle of the busy starport it seems silence has descended on the small group.
"Would you like to fight for a cause that is just and noble? Would
you like to command a vast army of warrior monks and spread the word of
your God? Would you like to sample the gifts of heaven? Would you like
to know the way to Paradise?"
He steps closer to the man, the
cowl on his robes raising slightly showing a deep, thick scar running
down his neck. The man cringes slightly, to the Preachers amusement.
"Would you like to? There is much more than this. Come with me and I
will teach you the ways of my God, the One True God. I can show you the
way to true enlightenment and offer you the keys to Paradise."
"But the Brotherhood are..."
"Your only chance for salvation. When we march the bells toll and
the banners fly high. There is much wailing and lamentation from the
enemy who can see from the banners that the end is nigh! Follow me now,
join the Brotherhood and learn the true meaning of prosperity, pleasure,
honour and fear."
The Preacher walks through the crowd and
towards the access ramps of the docking bays. He stops and turn around,
those following him stop as well.
"Should I forget to
mention, the Brotherhood are not violent by nature. We simply know how
to defend ourselves. But when we are pressed, we will fight. Join the
Brotherhood and we will defend our faith together. And should we fail
then we will become stronger! Armies shall march to conquer and carry
back our bones for burial, and we shall become the greatest Martyrs ever