Previous content following Storyline: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/490850630 First: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/489370971 \\\\Story Time:\\ "Do you have a subject for my tests?" a man stood before me, a scientist who promised to change the future of warfare, to lesson the spilt of Windonian blood. This man had been wiser than the others. He believed me, and asked for a one of these primitive human beings. Revealing ourselves to the human species would've been catastrophic. They didn't deserve Windonian alliance. "Why would you request only one specimen, Dr. Samayer? The entire planet could be taken by a Windonian Armada." He stared at me. It was so wrong. the stare went through my eyes in my head and down to my stomach were it scratched inside me and ate away. Someday everyone who challenged me will wish themselves unborn. "We don't have an armada. We don't even have our own planet. Your "Telinian" party won't gain anything until the people fear the earth and the council's judgement." I screamed at him that they already do. Soon the news would be out, it would be as though the humans were able to destroy our best flagship. I would tell them Orias sacrificed himself to get me out. Soon there would be war on Windonia. I will win.
