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To us they came, they took, they used and abused. Our pain, our suffering, the screams of our young and the FEAR, they instilled in us. That can never be forgotten, never erased. With just 4 drops of Humanaa blood, the blood of the BEAST, they changed us forever.
Their bastard spawn of the BEAST, the Fodawke, they changed and turned it against us, to hunt us, to play with us, to taunt us and kill us. In the end they fled, in their eyes one last glimpse of the true weakness of the BEAST and the pleasure at last to see in their eyes FEAR. A time for celebration when we had the means at last to cull the b'stard spawn of the BEAST.
To reduce its numbers to such levels, we were now its undisputed masters. Gi the sacred Priestess, gave to us the orders to take it and to change it back to its primitive form. An animal with the small brain, the thirst, for blood, but not ours. We taught it, we made sure it knew, that the means of our salvation, its subjugation was because of the BEAST!
The Humana! The technology, the data within the craft, has given us, everything we need, to produce our own craft.
The Regen tubes have been adapted, thousands of them manufactured and now in use, to produce the thousands of new Regen Cflen. Regen Cflen that are ours, that bow to us, that follow our commands and are taught, the true meaning of the BEAST. Their task is to hunt the BEAST, to kill.
When we went into the underground caverns beneath the abode of the BEAST, at the original Cflen encampment, we found the horror beneath. Those they had experimented on, tortured, maimed, changed and mutilated. Gi gave the orders that they should be released from their pain, set free and at peace, as hundreds of our Regen Cflen, went in and slaughtered them, before the great fire, when we burnt the bodies to send them into the afterlife.
From the caves in the mountains, those who had been in hiding came forth to join with us, the great project, the mission and one mission only to us. To get into space, to find the homeworld of the BEAST and to rid the galaxies of this pestilence.
Gathered by the fleet of craft we have engineered, not hundred, not thousands but over 10 million Cflen. With the Gladiator Cflen, their ‘pets’. 3 million of the b'stard spawn of the BEAST, the Fodawke. New weapons, new technologies and a strength, a desire a rage a fury beyond all comprehension born of the ten years of suffering, of pain of madness.
Ten years battling the BEAST, followed by ten years of fighting back the bastard spawn of the BEAST. To bring us almost to the point of our extinction. Remembered forever from the sacred book of Gianne. The prophecy, that no manner of, nor semblance of the BEAST, shall survive our wrath.
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