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obias Takmore, present leader of The Cult of Vartax, had challenged the many Galactic Forces and had eluded capture on many occasions. His name brought death and destruction wherever he went; cities, planets and even empires fell before The Cult of Vartax.

But Earth was where their terror and destruction would come to an end and Tobias Takmore's rein would be no more. Having faced a bloody battle across the globe The Cult of Vartax was finally brought to justice.

Even thou he had conquered the continents of this backward little planet, human spirit would be his down fall. Those that had supported the cult went into hiding while those that served him and followed him close would find their fate to be the same.

A fate decided by the World Council, but not without some opposition from within the council itself. Some wanted him and his followers executed, but the majority wanted him sent into cryogenics where his body and his followers would go on display to serve as a warning to any would-be invaders to the planet.

However, the World Council had proved to be weak when it came to their decision making, by allowing Tobias Takmore to have a final wish; a wish to address the people of Earth before his final incarceration.

Tobias Takmore swept into the room and turned towards the cameras that were waiting for him and grinned. He stood tall, dressed in black and showing no remorse whatsoever, his hands still electronically cuffed while waiting for his cue from the directors of the broadcast.

He looked around at the people before him and smiled as he caught himself on the screens that covered the walls around him. He cleared his throat and began to speak, 'Citizens of Earth. I am Tobias Takmore of the Cult of Vartax, but then you should already know that.' He declared. 'I am here to announce, that we are no longer in good favour with the World Council and that their unjust decision to sentence us to eternal sleep will only serve in bringing about a revolution, an uprising by the Cult of Vartax. My people, I say to you this that justice must be swift. Take action against these oppressors. They will have us shot if we do not enter cryogenics- '

Tobias was interrupted by a security guard who held his left arm tightly, 'That's enough of that. You've had your say, Takmore. It's the big freeze for you.' and began to guide Tobias away from the cameras, not before he bowed and left the stage. He was unceremoniously dragged to where the other senior members of the cult were being held.

Takmore smiled at his secretary. 'Do you think they bought it?' He grinned, straightening his tie with his cuffed hands and walking down the corridor towards his personal space ship, which had been ceased by the security forces to the World Council.

'Oh yes, sir. I think they bought it very much.' he replied and muttered to himself, 'If the cameras had been switched on.'

'Is there any news on the Torchwood situation?' Takmore asked as the door to his ship slid elegantly open.

'Nothing on Torchwood, sir, they seem to have forgotten about us.' again his secretary muttered aside, 'They were the reason for the cult's final downfall.'
Takmore laughed. 'Oh they won’t forget about us for long, Soon the Cult of Vartax shall rise and take this world and crush it.'

The Secretary raised his head and slightly smiled with a question on his lips, dare he ask it he thought. This man's a fool. How did he ever become their leader, in fact where did he come from? They had followed him across the galaxies, promised other worlds, a better way of life, taking their wealth and raising armies against each other before finally moving on to their next venture.

'What was your home world like, sir?' His secretary pressed a key code into the next door.

'You know, I can’t really remember much, except...' he paused as his memory struggled to remember from whence he came. 'I remember burnt orange skies and bright, silver-leafed trees that glistened in the wind...'  
artwork by ANDY LAMBERT
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