mind_over_metal: (X)
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[It's a dark October night in camp. All is quiet in the Cabin McAvoy.





Until a child starts screaming.]

Date: 2011-10-09 02:22 am (UTC)
goddamnemperor: (This is the fallacy of power)
From: [personal profile] goddamnemperor
That... is a long story.

Date: 2011-10-09 02:36 am (UTC)
goddamnemperor: (He looks for living principles)
From: [personal profile] goddamnemperor
That may not be enough.

Date: 2011-10-09 02:47 am (UTC)
goddamnemperor: (Zaratha zarati)
From: [personal profile] goddamnemperor
Very well! I do enjoy story-telling.

Date: 2011-10-09 02:58 am (UTC)
goddamnemperor: (I will not argue with the Fremen)
From: [personal profile] goddamnemperor
[starts off, soft, hauntingly]

Far in the future, there was a planet named Dune. Filled with sand and dust and chaotic storms. Yet, this planet, so harsh and unforgiving, was the centre of the universe. For from it, came the spice. The spice helped people to see into the future... and created space travel.

Date: 2011-10-09 04:59 am (UTC)
goddamnemperor: (The generalist looks outward)
From: [personal profile] goddamnemperor
Guildsmen. They navigate through planets using the Spice.

And then there was the Great Houses. Two of them, in particular. House Harkonnen and House Atreides. Their battle was to take place on Dune.

Date: 2011-10-09 05:07 am (UTC)
goddamnemperor: (Effective only in an absolute)
From: [personal profile] goddamnemperor
Kanly. Vendetta. Both Houses were dominated by an old feud. When Dune went to House Atreides, the Harkonnens plotted to take it away from them.

At that time, my father was fifteen years old. [he pauses, always finding it difficult to talk about him] He was starting to learn that he was special, that destiny had chosen him.

Date: 2011-10-09 05:37 am (UTC)
goddamnemperor: (Eann zaratha zarati)
From: [personal profile] goddamnemperor
He was and he wasn't.

House Atreides moved to Dune. But the Harkonnen plot had already begun to move, and my father, blessed with tragedy, lost his own father to the sands. He and his mother escaped and lived with the Fremen, the race of Dune.

Date: 2011-10-09 05:42 am (UTC)
goddamnemperor: (Al-maahn al-baiid)
From: [personal profile] goddamnemperor
If there was no such thing as tragedy, people cannot grow, young wali. It is a reality of all worlds.

He grew up with the Fremen, became one of them. Muad'dib, the mouse. He took leadership over them and conquered the Imperium. House Harkonnen was destroyed and my father, Paul Muad'dib became Emperor.

Now, my story will begin.

Date: 2011-10-09 05:51 am (UTC)
goddamnemperor: (The generalist looks outward)
From: [personal profile] goddamnemperor
Our mother was sick. Over-saturated with spice. When she died, we were born. Not just born! We were aware. Every memory, every feeling, every thought that our ancestors ever had, became our heritage. We could talk before we even had teeth!

That being said, our father, devastated by grief, ran into the desert, leaving us with our aunt, who was... like us, who knows how it feels to be aware.

Date: 2011-10-09 06:02 am (UTC)
goddamnemperor: (The life of a single human)
From: [personal profile] goddamnemperor
Ah, yes. My sister, Ghanima. We were twins, set to take over the empire once we reached fifteen.

However, people plot. Conspiracies began to grow over my aunt's rule of Dune. Afraid and scared, she became... lost with herself.

Date: 2011-10-09 06:22 am (UTC)
goddamnemperor: (My face will shine down the corridors)
From: [personal profile] goddamnemperor
Yes. It's like... the noise you hear, in your mind. All those other voices. For her and for us, that noise was there from the very beginning.

She fell prey to one of those voices... Baron Harkonnen. Who seized control of her and the Empire and tried to kill us.

Date: 2011-10-09 06:35 am (UTC)
goddamnemperor: (I will make an art of government)
From: [personal profile] goddamnemperor
The enemy house ... had secret ties to our own. The Baron's daughter was our grandmother. [he smiles a little] Such is the way of politics.

We managed to escape, Ghani and I. But ... I chose to separate from her, to dress in our myths and save mankind. For all our fortune-telling, our futures were starting to trap the human race. That... could not be allowed to happen.

Date: 2011-10-10 02:12 am (UTC)
goddamnemperor: (No guilt or innocence in you)
From: [personal profile] goddamnemperor
Yes.

But that part of the story must come tomorrow, young wali.

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