Dominion Complex

Project Apocalypse stood proud inside the back of the meeting building in the Novenian Dominion Complex. He had given word to all those who could attend, humans and androids alike, that they were to meet here and seat as many as possible for his announcement. The meeting hall could hold about one billion at maximum. The rows extended miles in this colossal structure. Indeed the building was full. The rest of the population of Novenia would watch from monitors at their location. The crowd in the hall became quiet as Project Apocalypse stepped out onto the stage and stood before the crowd behind his podium. Everyone in the massive group bowed respectfully before him. After they were finished the android began to speak.

"We have lived in seclusion for a long time now. Since the time of the Founder," declared Apocalypse. "I have decided that an operation that I have put into effect can not be a secret to anyone on Novenia any longer. We have sent a Project to Utijar. He has made contact with the outside world, something we have not done in your life times, excluding a few of you Projects out there. We have pretty much everything we need here on Novenia..." Project Apocalypse hesitated, deciding whether to tell his people about the threat from the core. He resisted the urge. "I feel as though we must expand though. We have not been able to display the full power of the Dominion for a very long time as well. If we do take some habitable planets with a true crust, we could grow more food for our human residents. We lack an abundance of food. If we expand, we will be able to achieve such a goal." Some members of the audience nodded their heads in agreement. "I am also aware that doing relatively nothing adventurous here on Novenia has become rather boring, but by expand, we will be able to take planets from the pathetic grasp of other systems. We will gain power and strike fear into those who oppose us! We will crush all resistance! We will take the universe with an iron fist, and you, my friends, will rule it with me!" The crowd stood and cheer, clapped, and some gave a hoot or a whistle. "Thank you," finished the supreme ruler. He then walked back stage once again.

"Good show, sir!" said one of the robotic guards.

"Thank you," said Apocalypse. "I wish that I could have given more of an incentive for the expansion than power and food, but I suppose my speech did the job. Our people are for war. We are conquerors, Dominion and general Novenians alike."

"I was definitely encouraged by the speech," supported the guard. "You said what was needed."

"I suppose," returned Project Apocalypse. He walked over to a panel on the wall and summoned a ship to the landing pad in back. A minute later the ship arrive and opened up. He walked over to it and stepped inside and took a seat on one of the transport chairs. The flaps closed and the ship rattled as it lifted into the air. It took a course directly to a secret docking bay in Apocalypse Place. The hatch opened the ship landed inside. There was a thud and the doors opened once again. The android stood up and walked out. The ship powered off. The Project walked over to door. It opened and a narrow hallway appeared. He walked a ways in it until he got to the main elevator and walked inside. He sent it to level with his main office. The lift shot up and stopped. He walked out and into his office. The female A.I. appeared on the console, recognizing his presence.

"The assembly went well as I can see," stated the artificial woman.

"I believe it did," replied Project Apocalypse. "I have a big task for you."

"What might that be?" asked the construct.

"I want to show we are really putting this into action as we are. I want you to get the Dominion to prepare every last ship, vehicle, and robot it has. Get all the soldiers training. Get the robot production upped. Do everything in your power to get the Novenian Dominion running at its optimal state."

"That is an awful lot to get done in such a short amount of time. I will do what I can. I believe I should be able to accomplish this in a week to two weeks," estimated the A.I.

"That is better than I could have hoped for," approved Apocalypse. "Get to work right away. Good luck."

"I will, and thank you master."