performed in the event of the
myriad malfunctions you must handle, and so on.
Truth looked directly into the eyes
of each pilot and warrior he examined. The warriors lowered their
eyes, save for when he approached them; then his gaze penetrated
their souls. They sensed the intensity that he projected. He knew
that they would follow him to the depths of the netherworld.
Throughout the entire parade, not a
muscle flinched on the leader's face. He was famous for his courage
and bravery, a legend among the Gnostic warriors. They all knew
about what had happened in Ur.
Over a decade beforehand, the
Gnostics expanded their territory in the East. During the first
stage, they prepared to conquer all of the major cities within the
Uruk-Jerusalem-Istanbul triangle, followed by the second stage in
which they planned to continue to spread eastward toward Iran and
India and then westward to Europe. The predominant aspect of the
plan was its cruelty. Truth aroused such fear in the local
residents that many of them fled or simply surrendered without a
fight. Thus, cities such as Baghdad and Amman fell into their hands
with hardly a casualty on the Gnostic side. The battles usually
began with heavy shelling from the air. Afterwards, forces became
active on the ground, killing anyone who crossed their path and
looting any property that could contribute to the war effort.
The town of Ur had been crushed in
the repeated bombings. Most of its inhabitants were killed or had
fled. A handful of families remained in the ancient walled quarter.
Pasha Zaman, who had led many rebellions against the Gnostics in
the past, established a small but stubborn rebel militia. The
rebels captured two scouts from the badger unit and tortured the
warriors to death. Their mangled corpses were hung out for all to
see in order to proclaim the rebels' power against the Gnostics.
When Truth heard the news, he left the command center and sped
toward Ur. He took with him about twenty warriors from the unit and
attacked that very night. The badgers that were at the scene
recounted that they had never seen anything like it. Without even
firing one shot and with skill, speed and restrained fervor, Truth
and his soldiers slit the throat of every single person and animal
that crossed their path. In the span of half an hour, the entire
old city was consumed by fire. The air hung thickly with a miasma
of smoke and death.
Truth's face was perpetually
frozen, be it during a warrior's funeral or a festive ceremony such
as the appointment of his deputy. Not a single expression could be
seen across his face. Truth approached the final row of the parade.
He paused next to one of the young warriors, who were trembling in
fear. Truth laid a hand on his shoulder and waited until the young
boy stopped shaking. Only then did he continue to pass between the
rows.
When he returned and stood in his
place, the announcer proclaimed, “The father of the ship will now
speak.”
Truth began: “Gnostic pilots,
badgers, warriors, command staff and women of the management. You
are Gnostics, carrying the torch of our ancestors. We alone can
uphold the commandment of the Master of Light, who accompanied
mankind for thousands of years. Gnostic warriors are brave. The
struggle for Earth continues. Go on your path, fulfill the duties
you have been assigned and thusly we shall progress one step
further toward refining the galaxy from its impurity.
“Only through your lofty efforts
can we hasten the day in which we shall redeem the spirit from the
material, the spark from the shell. Only by the valor of your
spirit shall the entire galaxy bask in the light of our holy
Lord.
“You are all essential and without
you there is no Gnosis. We all depend on each other and yet, among
the warriors, the pilots bear the majority of the burden of
fulfilling our mission. The pilots who operate alone in the
darkness of space are required to cultivate infinite precision and
concentration, blind