Deacon Frankychan stood on his pulpit, just about ending his sermon for the day...
"Each one of you should be blessed that the Lord has given you all a new chance at life on this new world. God has gifted us with the new opportunity to create a new era for mankind! He has spoken, and He wants me to lead you all to the promised land!"
The crowd cheered as he shouted his exclamation.
"I will lead us all in a life of divine worship and spirituality. Sin will be cast out of all who follow the Believer banner! The Devil can't hide because WE are coming!"
The crowd broke into thunderous applause as Deacon Frankychan ended his sermon and stepped away from the pulpit and headed towards his private quarters. His aides waited for him and took his robes off and handed it to them.
"What news from our missionaries?" The Deacon asked.
"So far no new contact. That fungus stretches far out from here...our missionaries are having a hard time hacking their way through that mess."
The entourage turned a blind corner as Deacon Frankychan addressed the group.
"Tell them to keep trying, we need to know if any survivors from those escape pods made it planetside. Bring them into the fold, even if they have established settlements, anyone encountered will become part of my flock."
The aide bowed, "Yes, Deacon."
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[Turn sent to Brother Hercules]
"Each one of you should be blessed that the Lord has given you all a new chance at life on this new world. God has gifted us with the new opportunity to create a new era for mankind! He has spoken, and He wants me to lead you all to the promised land!"
The crowd cheered as he shouted his exclamation.
"I will lead us all in a life of divine worship and spirituality. Sin will be cast out of all who follow the Believer banner! The Devil can't hide because WE are coming!"
The crowd broke into thunderous applause as Deacon Frankychan ended his sermon and stepped away from the pulpit and headed towards his private quarters. His aides waited for him and took his robes off and handed it to them.
"What news from our missionaries?" The Deacon asked.
"So far no new contact. That fungus stretches far out from here...our missionaries are having a hard time hacking their way through that mess."
The entourage turned a blind corner as Deacon Frankychan addressed the group.
"Tell them to keep trying, we need to know if any survivors from those escape pods made it planetside. Bring them into the fold, even if they have established settlements, anyone encountered will become part of my flock."
The aide bowed, "Yes, Deacon."
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[Turn sent to Brother Hercules]
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