[center][h2]March 18th, 2259[/h2][/center] [center][i]May there be mercy on mankind for his sins[/i] [img] https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/023/860/975/large/vincent-arnal-mother-earth3.jpg?1580576067 [/img][/center] Days after the Earth's destruction. It was a time of great mourning, for the Earth, the billions of people caught in the blaze of a thousand suns, and the countless more faithful of the Church that had taken their own lives in sheer grief. So much death in a matter of days. Arcadia was sent rocking as riots broke out within major cities across the planet. Such a calamity could not be let aside, the Gaian Church leadership having recused themselves from public view since the incident, discussing plans on the future and their next course of action. The Colonial government, however, was insistent that the Church bring their congregation to order, to stop the continued violence gripping Arcadia. The Primarch was much obliged to speak to all the faithful, for them to receive a message of vital importance. ----------------------------- [b][u]Colonial Governor’s Office, Capital City of Athena[/u][/b] Governor Horis, along with the rest of the colonial cabinet huddled around his desk as they all glued their eyes to the large projected screen presented in front of them, live footage of the mass at the Gaian Grand Cathedral in the Capital. Thousands gathered around the structure, all awaiting to hear word from His Holiness. The crowds started roaring once the Primarchal Guard stepped out into the light, quikly followed by the Primarch himself, waving to the people as he made his way to the edge of the balcony, overlooking the large crowd below him. The crowd continued to cheer and holler until the Primarch rasied both arms high up, instant silence filling the air. " My people.” He begun. “Children of Gaia. we stand on the precipice of a dark, and cruel age. Our homeworld, Gaia’s firstborn, has been taken from us…” Governor Horis watched with great anticipation and heavy anxiety, sweat creeping down his face. “Get on with it.” The governor mumbled to himself. “I understand your pain, your tears.” The primach continued. “And in the days past, we have lost too many brothers and sisters out of grief and violence.” He paused a moment, to gulp, and resumed. “The Prophet Tobias, my dear mentor, would teach that tragedy should be a time of both mourning, and meditation. To shut oneself out from the world, and find inner peace, and forgiveness.” In a premature moment, the Governor and his cabinet celebrated, clapping and wooing. “The old man may just saved us one hell of a headache. “ The top Commander of the colonial militia spoke. Governor Horis stood up from his chair to stretch the stress away. “Alright ladies and gents, get to your stations and resume as normal.” Horis ordered. “Once we settle things here, I’ll get in contact with whoever’s left in Sol for any vital updates, we got one hell of restructuring to follow.” “However..” The Primach continued, his tone changed.” “Uh…sir.” One of the cabinet members spoke up. “The feed hasn’t cut..he’s still going.” “What?..” “The folly of mankind has brought Earth to her to destruction. This will not stand! The Confederacy has failed as stewards of the Earth, they have failed to prevent such a calamity. The time of meditation is past, my brothers and sisters, the time of the confederacy…has past..” Governor Horis’ face was invisible red with rage. “That son of a bitch! What the hell does he think he doing?!!?” “This wasn’t part of the agreement…” The Militia Commander said. The cheers grew even louder, the people chanting “GAIA VULT! GAIA VULT! GAIA VULT!” “The Great Mother wills it my people!” The Primarch shouted out, almost like he was possessed. “These heathens will know suffering! The Earth will have her vengeance! I call upon all to join me! I declare a crusade upon all who stand in our path! RISE UP! MY PEOPLE! RISE UP AND WE WILL CLAIM THE STARS!” [HIDER=Summery] Primarch calls mass and declares a crusade behind the colonial government's back. [/hider]