Oh dear gods...

[avevale_intelligencer]

We open on a scene of DEEP SPACE. Stars, nebulae, maybe a planet in the foreground.

VOICE: (deep, sepulchral) Earth...has been conquered.

Start a slow PULL BACK.

VOICE: The mighty vessels of the Combine descended from space without warning, sweeping all before them. The planet's air defences were annihilated by Combine fighter-scouts. Resistance on the ground was quashed by Combine shock troops. The planet's resources were harvested by Combine...harvesters.

Keep PULLING BACK. More stars, maybe a hint of curvature at the edges, some blurring in the foreground that might be words.

VOICE: Now Earth is a frontier outpost in a war between the great galactic powers, a colony whose native population seethes with revolt, ruled over by a governor chosen from those races of the Combine closest in physiology to the planet's norms.

PULL BACK further. The words become A PRESENT FROM EARTH, and we are looking at a SNOW GLOBE full of stars and planets, on the cluttered desk of a harassed alien GOVERNOR. He is mostly humanoid, with just enough difference to set him apart. Around him various humans and aliens are shouting, gesturing, thumping his desk and generally carrying on, and now we start to hear them faintly as the GOVERNOR puts his head in his hands and we realise we are hearing his thoughts:

VOICE: (with just a shade of whininess now) And frankly, I'm wondering what the Driffleblig I did to deserve it.



No guarantees. I am after all the king of the false start. But here it is for what it's worth.

Comments

[batyatoon]

... A++, would read more. :D

[zanda-myrande.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

[pbristow.livejournal.com]

Ditto! =:o}