May be disturbing for younger ages... Beginnings of a new Arc it seems. After a major speech confirming plans for a colony of Serenara, Mothos found himself confronted by one of his own friends, Jeremiah Johnson, Chief of the New Shields City Building Project. "Mothos, I'm getting very concerned." Jeremiah said. "How so?" Mothos asked. "Do you not realize my King?" Jeremiah asked. "You are violating your vows." "What vow?" Mothos asked. "You vowed you would not make any colonies for Mothron." Jeremiah replied. "You promised." "That is different." Mothos replied. "Johnathan Ug desired to conquer Serenara, not just Earth. Plus, Almushtari is still on the loose with a mad scientist capable of not only creating nuclear weapons, but spacecraft. Besides, incase Earth ever gets destroyed, we need Mothron to endure. So no, I'm not breaking my vows." "Are you not?" Jeremiah asked. "A colony is a colony Mothos. It isn't necessarily wrong to be concerned with Almushtari, but that doesn't mean we have to fight evil with evil." "Is creating a colony on Serenara or the Moon evil?" Mothos asked. "Only because you promised not too." Jeremiah replied. "Do you not realize my King, that your decisions do not just affect the now? What will future Kings looking to you as an example think? That he can decide to break promises whenever he wishes? King Mothos please, I beg of you. For old time's sake at least, listen to me. Don't get corrupted by those under you, whoever maybe wanting to make a colony. "I'm not saying we shouldn't have a Space Force, but a colony we shouldn't have!" "Get out of my presence!" Mothos roared with sudden hostility. "Out!" "Repent!" Jeremiah cried. "For if you do not turn from this evil path, then who knows what other morals you have will corrupt you? After all, it already seems your humility is getting eroded. Do not forget Mothos, you need humility. Jesus had it, and so must we! Don't let power corrupt you!" "Silence!" Mothos cried. "I told you to get out Jeremiah! I won't warn you a third time!" Sighing, Jeremiah left the room, and Mothos sank to a chair. "Am I really doing the right thing?" Mothos asked. Another form entered the room, one of Mothos' new friends. General 'ahmaq. "You are, oh mighty exalted one." 'ahmaq flattered. "Soon we will protect all those who dwell in the stars. Soon, very soon." Yet softly, 'ahmaq cackled, and stroked a hidden tattoo on his chest. A Sogranist tattoo. Perhaps there is hope that Mothos will see the truth. But perhaps there is not. Only time will tell. But pray, that Mothos does find the truth.
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