Thread:The Purpur Man/@comment-26173711-20191202211201/@comment-36309590-20191208191945

It was a peaceful day. The birds were singing, that weird portal had been closed, and the sky was clear, letting sunlight stream down from the heavens above and gently bathe the city in a golden light...

A golden light that just so happened to illuminate a massive brass colored structure sitting smack dab in the middle of the city. A structure that was currently surrounded by military contingents, tanks, and other heavy ordinance, with the outskirts of the area being blocked off by several police kitted out in full on riot gear. There was a tense feeling in the air as onlookers watched on, their expressions ones of fear and confusion in equal measures.

After all, it wasn't everyday a giant ornate brass spire suddenly appeared out of the blue. -- "What do you think it is sir?" A nearby soldier asked, turning towards a larger, more imposing man off to his left whose uniform was covered in various medals. Clearly an officer of several years.

"I'm not sure," he replied, his eyes narrowing as stared at the thing, hands clasped behind his back. "But whatever it is, I don't like it."

The soldier nodded. He didn't like the situation either. It was just... wrong. He'd seen some things in his time serving, but this definitely outdid them all in terms of strangeness. Suddenly, the man found his train of thought broken as walkie-talkie's began going off throughout the area as onsite personnel notified each other of a change in the spire. Turning to face it, the soldier readied his rifle as a hatch on the front-or what seemed like one anyway-of the structure slid open. Meanwhile, the officer had begun issuing orders to various squads via his walkie to create a defensive blockade around the object to ensure potential hostiles didn't escape the area.

Keeping their weapons trained on it, the surrounding forces watched warily as the hatch opened fully and several figures clad in reddish armor with strange symbols and elegant looking robes of varying colors strode forth from the spires dark maw...

"Greetings," a mocha skinned man at the front of the group announced. Although he didn't shout, his voice seemed to echo through the area with ease. "We come to you bearing tidings of goodwill."

The officer took a few steps forward, his hand resting on his sidearm as he took note of the large amount of armed men and women who exited the craft alongside the robed figures.

"What do you want?" He shouted, his gaze locked on the man.

"Merely to greet our galactic brethren," the figure explained, cocking his head to the side in a way that somehow managed to be patronizing despite the nonchalant nature with which it had been executed. "And to inform you that your world is now under our jurisdiction."

The general's brows furrowed. "And just who the hell are you?"

The Cerulean diplomat let out a chuckle, glancing back at the others in his group, Dreth specifically, before responding.

"Why my dear friend, we are the lords of time."