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Both suns loomed high in the midday sky as High Priest Matityahu gave the command. He stood inside one of several crumbing stone towers of the Semyaza Temple. Everything around him was ancient, with the exception of the modern launch pad in the central courtyard.
A full satellite attached to a rocket prepared for launch, in tandem with several others in the multiple cities across the massive continent of Enoch. Timur Demyan had long ago made the necessary preparations for this monumental day and had assigned the High Priest to carry out the launch.
“T-minus ten… nine… eight…”
He watched in awe as the smoke began to billow beneath the rocket. Having been raised his entire life in the land of Zion, he had never before seen such an inspiring display. The modern mechanisms and technologies from Earth appeared to him as though they were magic.
“Three… two… one… and we have ignition!”
Matityahu squinted as the blast of smoke filled his vision. He choked, having not understood that the smoke could reach this high in the tower. After waiting several minutes for the air to clear, he shielded his eyes from the twin suns that blazed in the midday sky. He gasped in disbelief when he saw the small pinpoint of the rocket soaring high into the sky with a column of smoke trailing behind it. In the distance, several other similar streaks rose into the sky.
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Far above, nine rockets detached from the satellites and began their descent into the vast oceans below.
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It took several hours to get the satellites properly positioned in orbit around the planet Zion. High Priest Matityahu sat at a control panel deep inside the chambers of the Semyaza Temple. To him, the LED panels appeared to be the work of pure sorcery. A group of twenty computer programmers from Earth, members of the Creed of Nephilim, had long ago been relocated here by Timur so they would be available to operate the foreign technology.
“We have contact!” one of the Creed members announced. “The satellites are live!”
Matityahu watched the displays light up with foreign symbols of data, no idea what to make of it.
“We are ready to activate the server.” The Creed member faced him. “Do you want to do the honors?”
Matityahu glanced dubiously at the panel he was referring to. “I fear I understandeth not thy technology.”
“Don't worry. I'll show you what to do.” He smiled and waved him over. “I've already got it queued up.”
Matityahu shrugged and stepped toward the other console.
“Press here on the glass,” the technician said.
As instructed, he pressed the tip of his index finger against the glass where a red circle had appeared. All at once, a flurry of activity raced across the many screens. Symbols of data scrolled rapidly for several seconds until a large symbol appeared, followed by a few words in English he could barely decipher…
CyberBolt Entertainment Proudly Presents:
CONQUEST
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