[rated R for violence, language, and possible sexual situations]
Two men sit playing chess, a game as old as it is strategic.
"So what if the plan fails?"
"Then we begin anew."
"But if it fails then you die."
"I'm aware, then the cycle will begin again, and I will be replaced."
"You are very calm about his."
"There is no avoiding it. We are all like chess peices. We all play a part, being manipulated by the king. We do our part until we die, then a pawn makes it far enough, and takes our place. The only real question is...What peice are you?"
The year is 2464, and the first major advancement to living in space is complete. A space colony, the Space Colony Migration was to launch. On teh day of launch it was shot down with its five hundred passengers on board. one week later, a live video appeared on all broadcast stations. A man with pure white hair, stating he was now in control. All who oppose him are crushed but there is still hope. Because just like chess, it only takes one well put move to come out on top.
"Hello world. You may call me The Q. I am in control now. Resistance is futile, rebellion will be met with extreme force. Comply and all will go as normal. I am part of an organization that dates back to Alexander the Great, the Persian Empire, and far before that. Prepare yourselves for a new world order."
He gave a smile then the broadcast ended. World leaders went ballistic. Many began dieing, and country after country fell to The Q. Nobody knew how he was doing it, only that it was out of control. Now only England, France, Spain, and Portugal are left out of his control. And the rebels are losing hope. you are one of the few rebels left. You must help lead your allies and friends to freedom.