Thread: The New Eden Project {darkest_fate&Google}

For Prince Jandrax, third in line for inheriting the throne of the Rangnar Empire, the soft conquest of Earth was going swimmingly. It had been a stroke of luck that his small expedition fleet had found this planet, one where the dominant species was suitable for Splicing. The Rangnar were expansionists, they saw the entire galaxy as the birthright of their species and were determined to see to it that every planet that could support life had their flag flying over the great cities. The fact that this expansion had been proceeding for nearly three thousand standard cycles did not discourage them in the least, they lived long lives and as a species they were very patient. Their rule was inevitable, no reason to risk their own lives of the planets they desired by rushing things or engaging in some unnecessary warfare. In fact standard policy was to avoid martial conflict when it was not necessary, when other paths existed to ensure the Empire could take control of another world. One of the most popular and most successful of these methods was the Splicing. First there would be some isolated abductions to test the female population of a planets dominant species, to see if they were compatible. If they proved to be compatible then the Rangnar would reveal themselves to the planet, careful to avoid any hostilities that were not needed. Offers were made, they could fix the planet, they could bring peace to the world, they could help the locals live longer and healthier lives... What planet would ever turn down such an offer, especially when the Empire was so forth right about everything. Oh yes they would like your planet to be counted as allies of the Empire, joining a consortium which was actually just made up of planets in the early to mid stages of a soft conquest of worlds for the benefit of all. The first solutions would be to deal with any pollution, offering technology to improve the quality of life... then a little while later once trust was won offer the Splicing to any who would volunteer and encourage governments to find some volunteers as well. Of course they were upfront about what the Splicing could mean in terms of side effects but weren't the benefits worth it. Of course it wasn't quite that simple because the Splicing was a tool for conquest. The initial generation to receive Splicing would have no major issues with it but after a generation or two things would change. The birth rate of males would plummet among the species, causing only females to be born over time. Over generations the population would become more and more interbred with the Rangnar until there was little difference genetically between a person with human heritage and a pure blooded Rangnar. This of course meant that breeding with humans was being highly encouraged and as always harems were something of a status symbol. But Prince Jandrax wasn't just looking for have a harem filled with the dregs of humanity who had volunteered for splicing. He had been observing earth culture for some time, drinking it in, absorbing as much as he could, and he had come to the conclusion that celebrities were people of greater than normal value to the human culture. Thus he had made it a point to have the young and beautiful celebrities of different cultures accept Splicing, this would further encourage youths to volunteer for the procedure but it would also make these celebrities available to him. His harem would contain Spliced celebrities, handpicked and of course black listed for any other of his species who might make an advance under pain of death. The Gala that night was how he planned to start things off, the first official state function that he was hosting and among the normal dignitaries that would be in attendance he had made sure to extend a personal invitation to Miss Emma Watson, not only a beautiful young woman of some fame but also one who was very politically active, the perfect cover for arranging to meet her. As the Gala progressed he watched from a private viewing chamber, uncaring about most of it and happy to let his ambassador's deal with the trivial matters. Instead he waited just to ensure that Miss Watson had been suitably exposed to the Rangar around the room, knowing full well the little pills that were offered to keep the side effect under control was only of limited use in such crowds and practically worthless before one of his status. With a slight smile playing over his face he signaled a servant to go find Miss Watson and lead her to the preplanned point. Then, in a fluid motion, he rose to his feet, standing a full seven feet tall, adjusting the human style formal suit that he had chosen for the evening, making his way down into the Gala proper, towards a particular stretch of bar that he knew would be emptying, his height letting him see his servant lead Miss Watson towards the same location, reaching it not long before she did and looking down at her with what would pass for a charming smile among humans. Miss Watson, I am delighted that you have chosen to join me this evening. He spoke smoothly, reaching out to take a kiss her hand, knowing full well that it was considered long out of date anymore but enjoying the pantomime.