A different train of thought

His voice carried over the promenade. A deep gravel tone, anger thrust upon words of peace. "Hurun, why do we follow the words of a false prophet? This High Priest and Priestess? Why do subject your selves to worshiping a false god and idol?" Some nodded but most look disgusted, their upper lips curled baring fangs. "How had your god protected you! Follow a true leader! One who has knowledge and experience with day to day life." More nodded and began to crowd around this heretic. Each day the war had gone on more and more of these pathetic imbecilic rose from the belly of civilization. "I say follow a leader who has courage! Who knows what we as Hurun are capable of!" A small cheer from the crowd. His broad face smiled wider and wider. A power seemed to fill his eyes. "People of this fine station! Follow the teachings of the Mad Man, the Hurun prophet the church does not want you to hear! He is alive and well! But in hiding for fear of the Empire's wrath!" The assembled Hurun were now fully in this idiots powers. As an observer in the crowd she smiled. Slight of build, no taller than the average four foot Hurun, she smiled. Her beautifully stunning blue eyes sparkled as her frame glided through the crowd. Her thin delicate hands moved up and gently pushed on shoulders to let her pass. 

Her petite body helped her slip through to the front of the massive crowd. The Hurun speaking continued to growl out his words. Now fully in control of those dumb enough to listen to him, his eyes were evil in their intent, and that sickened her. At the front, no more than a foot from him, with his feet at her chest due to him being on a raised Dias. 

"But sir, what lies do the Priests teach?" Her voice was snake like, it slithered and coiled around his ear holes, her faint perfume wafted to his nose, his eyes dilated. Her simple voice had caused his face to flush, his body now needed tending to. 

"What miss?" His brown eyes drifted down her, desire thick in them, his voice had dropped to a purr. 

"What lies do the Priests teach?" Her bottom lip curled just the tiniest bit, enough for him to see how full and succulent they were. How firm they looked. He coughed a bit as she leaned on his legs. Her amble chest pushing into his leg. His body squirmed a bit under her touch. 

"They tell us that the Hurun are the chosen, that there have been species before ours, and that there is a god. One god." He spoke as if speaking to a child. The women tugged on his pants a bit, to bring his face down to hers. 

"Do you know who I," His face was so close to her, his breath rancid from his last meal, most likely meat. It took all her will power not to snap his thin, weak, twig like neck, like the bug he was. His eyes looked to her and just stared into them, he was her puppet now. And oh how much fun she did have with her puppets. "am."

"Why you are some pretty lady wanting a nice st..rong...no." A deep and fast realization set in on his soul. His eyes opened wide, revealing the red veins around them. His greenish skin tone dropped to white. His mouth slowly fell open. Her face turned into a cruel and wicked smile. Oh how easy it was for her to draw these idiots into her web, how they would look at her and their brains would turn to mush, all for her to ruin them in one fatal blow. She quickly pulled his leg out from underneath him, his body crashed to the floor. Stepping on him with her black leather boot, raising above him onto the Dias. With her thin, beautiful hands, she took off her cloak. 

With each step it floated lower and lower down her curvy form. Revealing a tight outfit, a deep v-cut on her chest, a tight pants with black leather boots up to her knees. A round, angelic face, with blue eyes of fire, with a willpower to make some of those around her drop to the floor in fear. She turned, her bone plates shining gold on her head. she had spent years growing them so they were in a twisting form that from each side of her body displayed different images. On the left was the image of a man with a sword through his chest. The Bonding Wars. On her right was a woman holding a child to the sky. The Church Rises. From her back a man standing broad with a gun held across his chest. The End of Plague. And from the front, an eye which burned red. The Controller.

Her skin was red, the rarest of colors of a Hurun, it shone like fresh blood covered her whole body. A design rose along her outfit, starting from her left boot, in simple blue rose veins. As they went up, they morphed into flames, which upon her back where they ended was a face screaming in forever torment. The Sign.

"Do you know who I am?" Her voice reached out and slapped the hundreds arrayed in a circle around her. A silence fell over the promenade. "I said do you know who I am?" Those around bowed their heads. "I see you know who I am!" Her clear perfectly toned voice raised up to the point of making the eaves creak in vibrations. "The Controller has granted us the protection and safety the Empire has provided you. And yet you repay us by demanding to break apart? Well we wage a war to end the Illiam Confederacy's terrorists sponsored attacks on us and their paid mercenary's! The Empire bleeds to protect you! The Controller weeps at the death's of those brave enough to protect those who can't protect themselves! No disperse." The High Priestess smiled to herself. 

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We will march
Our call shall go out to all those who are free, to those who are enslaved, to the despondent's.
Those who enslave, the tyrants and dictators, the wicked and sick. 
We shall march
Our name will raise across the stars in a holy Jihad, the Hurun will be a new savior.
We follow a life style that will give all a purpose. For we are Hurun.

The High Priest closed his holy scripture. His eyes closed for a few seconds collecting himself. Before him was a crowd of thousands, they were all finishing their verses as well and moving onto the chanting. The assembled masses tone rose and fell, their old words telling a story of creation and death. And of it's continuing cycle. 

His mind drifted for once, normally the leader of the Hurun was as sharp as a tack, but at the moment his mind grew hazy with a realization. One that would have shattered a lesser mind but a leader of an Empire it only slowed his response to the end of the chant. He closed it with the ceremonial prayers. The closing line was always the same and always will be. "And by the will of the Controller we shall live. And by the will of the Controller we shall perish."

He drifted to the back of the grand church. His body moved without him thinking. The mind of the intellectual giant flying across all he knew. Which in all honesty was allot of information to process. This single thought dragged him mind away from all else. 

Three hundred years His species had been a space faring Empire for close to three hundred fifty years now, an insanely long time for only a total of five other nations to come across them. From what their instruments told them the galaxy was a very busy place, with a few hundred other nations out there. Some flaring up in only a few dozen years others it seeming like being their since the dawn. 

And some were truly massive, reports constantly rolled across the Navy's ears of a Rethast, a Star Empire, and various others. And even sometimes of planet wide extinction events, some even enter clusters. It was to his knowledge that there were very large and very powerful threats in the galaxy. And Hurun was currently alone in it. An idiotic move on their part.