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Robespeire: Isn't it just? I know it's a little hard to follow, but that's why I'm making these much needed edits after all this time!

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And so here we go!

(Story)

In the lovely year of 2643...

"Mogul! I...I simply don't know what to do anymore!" cried one Deidre Skye-Brianbacks as she embraced her husband. For over a year the questions had been raging worse than the war. He collected her into a strong protective hug like only a man who had been pining for a half a millennium could. The Dragonites and the Gaians seemed to take a few sniffs of each other and bare their teeth, even the free love Gaians.

"Don't worry now..." he smiles at her warmly. Behind closed doors he was a very different person who ruled with a fist more powerful than god's. He was warm and gentle with her, and although it distressed her to see him a cruel tyrant at times, she did see some of the logic behind it.

When the faction was formed, the human civilization was no where near bonding together in unity. He had formed a hatching plan over 160 years ago. Bring together the smartest disgruntled scientists from the University, the most diplomatic disgruntled diplomats from the Peacekeepers, the most green disgruntled empaths from the Gaians, the most gun crazy disgruntled shooters from the Spartans, the most pious disgruntled preachers from the Believers, the most cunning disgruntled economists from the Morganites, and the most willing to work disgruntled workers from the Hive, and mash their ideas together.

The resulting product was the Eye of the Dragon. Every day, the people would rise at their turn to rise and go to school or work. There they would work just as hard as they could. They would donate a bit of time to the gardens if they didn't work in the gardens. When they arrived home they would participate in the local government diplomacy that was mandatory. After the quick vote on what the people could affect, they went shopping if they needed to, where companies competed for them to buy their products. If a new colossal project was under way they would donate just some spare energy credits to help fund it. They would pray before dinner together, and then before bed. Each home was equipped with the defenses that the family or person inside decided to have, which would be paid for over the years in their federal tax. For the adults, a three month military tour was required each and every year, tax free on the pay, in shifts for parents and a local nanny contacted for single parents. On Sunday, they would visit the mass churches, and there they would ask for god's forgiveness.

Really, all in all, it was a utopia. It mixed all of the humans ideology that was functioning. Meshed together so they functioned in near perfect harmony. Deidre had been surprised to hear that the Dragonites only suffered about a .0001 percent crime rate. In other words, about nine people commit crimes a year. Most of those were accidental or simply careless.

She looked up at him and then back at the hologram screen that depicted the forces lining up side by side. She had recalled her forces from this war...and realized the err of her ways. To be a free lover...she could not go to war. It was morally wrong for her. She had gotten caught up in the rising heats.

UPAMB (and now Deidre Brianbacks to make UPAMBDB, though that was too long) hadn't been happy but suspected as much would happen when she gave Miriam a kiss in greeting.

There on the outskirts of the great ruin fungal bloom, the full military might of the world would decide the fate of humanity. 'UPAMB and DB' had been unable to reach a decision about if they could just back down. So the vote was to press onward, even as the Peacekeepers and the Pherals wondered hesitantly about this whole thing.

To the north, a massive University-Spartan fleet of about 800 Battleships aimed their cannons at the first dam. To the south, a Spartan-Believer army of 50,000 stood poised behind bunkers they were building. To the east, a Peacekeeper-Pheral-Believer army stood poised with 35,000 troops behind their own bunkers readying for the battle. And to the west stood a University-Hive force of about 10,000, where they were clearing the bloom, and setting up a circular bunker system around the great wall. Just a few kilometers off from each of these forces stood a ready and able air force consisting of University Chirps, Spartan Hawks, Peacekeeper B-89's, and Morganite Flurs building air bases and poised to strike as well.

On the inside however, the finishing touches of a borehole was being completed enabling a permanent supply of energy for the Tachyon field. It would take another two boreholes to make the field able to keep going for thousands of years, as the size extended all the way around the great wall, which looped from one side of the first dam, all the way around the canal to the other side of the first dam, and then had massive gates in front of it. With the flickering of a Tachyon field coming on, and the energy consumption confirmed, the field could stand for fifty years before they'd need a new energy source or give the borehole a year to replenish its stores. That was enough time to complete two more boreholes.

Deidre from her vantage point could see every project 87,000 people were working on, and it was nothing short of amazing. A tunnel system map could be called up with showed the extensive tunnels between the two great walls and the spiraling system all around them. A great wall parameter diagram could be called up that just went on and on in a female mechanical voice about its width, depth, height, length, working force, repair areas, working stations, current towers, upgrades, the list went on and on! She could, if she dared face her husband's wrath, look at the single most confidential file in the entire Dragonite faction. It was labeled, Betty.

When she turned her view to the great wall surrounding her at that very moment, she smiled in happiness. Her Mogul had confessed the first great wall had been built to protect himself if she denied his love. It was sweet in an 'aww...he's afraid of rejection' sort of way. It made him more human in her eyes. That and the thing he did with his tongue! She turned a very pretty pink hoping he didn't notice.

She wasn't disappointed when he did. No one could say Mogul Brianbacks was anything short of a genius. He picked up on her blushing, analyzed it from what she'd been looking at, followed her paths of thought and threw her over his shoulder before heading to his chambers. His men knew his orders before he'd give them. Defend to the death...for honor...for the people...for the state...for heaven...and for planet. A nice mesh of ideals, indeed.

In the meantime the two opposing sides waved white flags at each other while they prepared for the immense battle. It was almost like a cold war, or rather a cold battle. Both sides showed off their might, and then upped that show when they saw something new on the other side.

Late 2643...

"General Isaac!" cried Grand General Hughes, of the UPAMB allied armies. He obviously meant business. A young man came to him and saluted quickly. He was smartly dressed and seemed aged far beyond his years.

"Yes sir?" the young General Isaac called. He was from the Believer faction. To him, the Dragonites were nothing short of scum. Though he hide this from the Grand General's eyes, as Hughes came from the Peacekeepers who had fishy business with everyone anyway.

The Grand General himself was an old veteran between some of the earliest Peacekeeping vendettas, and had been there during both wars against the Dragonites. He was the highest authority in the land on how to fight the Dragonites. The next up was General Longs from the Spartans. "I want you to personally send the diplomacy papers to the Dragonites, tell them if they fail to sign them this time we will open fire."

Isaac gave a short salute and was off to do his duty. The duty, that he had to himself that was, was a little different than what others expected of a general in the Believer Army. He had a brilliant plan that had just struck him, off the wall as it were.

He sped out of the Grand General's tent and was off on his rover to deliver the 'Total Surrender' papers to the Dragonites. Of course, they really were just the treaty, but he'd convince them that UPAMB demanded their total surrender now. Just a few adjustments to the papers and the war that been going for twelve years with but 257 deaths would finally turn hot. Sadly, all of them were UPAMB soldiers.

While he was driving he went over the details in his head again, So far, reports suggest that 25,000 people are manning this...monstrosity. The Fleets took a few sample shots at the tachyon field and it appears to wipe away even conventional missiles. We're losing communication with the missile pods, so defenses are down, and the shipment from the Lord's Truth is late. How is the world supposed to go up against these pathetic cretins if we can't feed our forces? I'll have to suggest farms outside the Dragonites cannon range to help feed and nurse the men. This is not going to be an easy battle. No easy five years about it. This sucker will take a long time to digest.

With that in mind he sped away across No Man's Land towards the towering great wall. With a gleaming tachyon cannon right in front of him, it made him just a bit nervous.

When he arrived, he was greeted in the usual manner: his face shoved into the cold metal wall as he was searched. The Dragonites didn't trust anyone. When the search and seizure process was over he was taken to the interrogation room. There he told them all he knew, he had been told to bring the 'Total Surrender' papers. Taking a look over it, the interrogators smiled a very cruel smile, and General Isaac briefly wondered if this had been the right idea.

Later the same day...

Grand General Hughes was horrified to see the dismantled body of General Isaac's. In his grief he didn't bother reading the note that came with it. He ordered the immediate eradication of the Dragonites. No quarter...no mercy.

As the echoing cries of the tachyon blasts fired off and landed with a resounding smack against the Dragonite tachyon field, and the Dragonite tachyon cannons fired volley after volley to land with a land twang and smack against their bunkers; Grand General Hughes told the rest of UPAMB about the outbreak of war and the horrifying death of General Isaacs.

For hours, the battle raged that day with no damage being done to either side: just a few deaths here and there on the UPAMB side. The Battle of the Dragon's Teeth had begun.

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AN: November 24th, 2011: Phew! I just finished up making my edits to a later sequel of this story called Stairs to Heaven when I realized that I hadn't made any edits to the original story line! "Oh noez!" , Why did I just write that?

Anyway, I had everything complete for the original story except I had yet to include the time line at the end of the story (like what I included at the end of Eye of the Dragon). Since Stairs to Heaven has been an effectual end to the Mogul Brianback series (barring Xenocide since I never fully, though now intend to, develop it), I felt it an appropriate place to put a time line to the ENTIRE background behind the summation in chapter 6 of Stairs to Heaven. In order to do that, though, I need to finish my edits for When Gaians Throw an Orgy and The End before I can officially complete my time line. I hope you enjoy my efforts and shall review!

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