MISSION STATEMENT OF GERBIL
Gerbil came in Comets across the fathomless depthsof the universe came they to conquor and destroy the earth, and the Solar System, and the Galaxies and and everything!!!!
This is how Gerbil arrived on Earth.
Through space the small comet journeyed, shards of light and gasses spinning
off it. Deep within the comets core, the race of Gerbil chattered
incessantly, discussing the planet to which they were travelling. They had
been journeying for a few weeks, and although they knew there were many
light years to go, they were incredibly excited. What would this planet be
like? Why was Gibbs taking them there? What was their destiny? Many of
the older ones spoke of the times spent on their old planet when they had
first arrived there, and of the race of Agillons who had finally forced them
to leave.
Gibbs stood up and addressed the multitude.
“Fear not, small friends!” He began, his voice ringing out loud and clear
over the assembly. “We are Gerbil and our dominion shall increase! The
planet to which we travel is inhabited only by hamsters, mice and rats. We
shall hold sway in their courts, and shall command them to our Empire. The
tail of the Gerbil shall continue to lengthen!”
There was much cheering and shouting from the crowds.
“The Grand High Beastie may think it fit to rob us of our former dwellings!
May His will be forever perverted by the race of Gerbil! Let not one of us
seek to quell the fire within us. Be united therefore, and hold fast. Our
Destination approaches!”
Once the Gerbil had landed upon the planet, they began to seek out those
places which were not inhabited. Over the years their numbers grew into a
race of indomitable foes. They paid no heed to the mice, hamsters and
rats as their number increased, until one day, Gibbs spoke to the crowds.
“My friends, the time has come. Let us go and make peaceable war with the
Rodents of this fair planet. Remember, we are The Gerbil our will shall not
be thwarted!”
And so Gibbs organised meetings with the leaders of the races of Hamsters,
Mice and Rats. With each he romanced them, and courted their favour.
Flattery and wealth were his main weapons.
“My Lord, you have been a Hamster for some time now, going peacefully about
your work and your burrows. Let not the worries of time fall heaftily upon
your brow. Imagine the benefits of sitting by this quiet lake, sipping some
elderflower wine, and spending all day with those whom you love. Would this
not be wonderful?” said Gibbs veritably skipping round and dancing in
circles by the large lake.
The fuzzy and mild mannered Hamster blinked in the bright sunlight.
“Really Gerbil?” he asked “you mean you would give all that to me, if I
would just sign on this line here?!”
“Yes Hamster. That is all you have to do!”
“Right-oh!” said the Hamster, and he put a badly drawn X on the page where the Gerbil indicated.
“Well done!” said Gibbs, rubbing his paws together mischievously, “now for
the Specialists,” he muttered.
“Wise and clever Specialist, see here, this grand building” said Gibbs,
waving his arms expansively about at a large and clean looking building.
The Specialist squinted at it. He swiffled his whiskers, and pushed his
glasses further up his waffle
“What of it? The Markinger Institute has stood for many years, but it is
nowhere for a Rodent, surely of this you are aware, graciously Gibbles.”
“Ah, I see you speak of the spells which keep those who are long of tooth
and claw away! Well, this was a small triffling matter for us, As Gerbil we
work with what we have, and we have much knowledge of Alchemy and the Dark
Shapes, so we have undone the spells which once kept our kind out. This
place I can give to you and your kindred for all eternity. All you need to
do is to confirm your ‘friendship’ with me, and this place is yours.”
The Specialist was not as easy to convince as the Hamster. Gibbs clasped his
paws in front, to stop himself from doing something rash. The Specialist
continued to read the piece of paper. The mouse could not help but be
seduced by what the gerbil offered, there was all manner of scientific
equipment within the Markinger Institute, and for many years he and his
fellows had been attempting to find a way in, but to no avail. And here,
this Gibbles fellow was offering it to him, so long as he agreed to be
friends. Specialists are by nature a law abiding race, and so naturally,
being friends with someone would not be difficult. Yes, it would make all
the difference if they could work at the Markinger, and not in their
underground burrows. The Specialist signed, and handed the piece of paper
back to Gibbs.
“Thank you,” said the Mouse, “for all you have done for us already. I am
forever indebted to you.”
“Kind Specialist, it is I who should be thanking you. “said Gibbs, the
glint of his power extending showing in his eyes. “and now for that fool
Wesley. Should not be too hard to win over that nomadic and barbaric
rabble!” he squeaked manically to himself.
The Gerbil stood at the edge of the cliff. He and Wesley had been talking
for some time. No conclusion that suited the Gerbil could be reached. The
race of Rats were proving more difficult that he had anticipated. Once more
Gibbs tried:
“All this could be yours if only you would commend yourselves to the race of
Gerbil.”
Wesley surveyed the scenery before him, the rolling hills bursting with
seeds, the distant mountains covered with snow, and the River.
“This is not yours to give away,” said Wesley slowly,” This land belongs to
The Grand High Beastie, you have no say over it’s usage.”
“Of course, such talk of Him is required, it is only proper, etcetera
etcetera, nevertheless, imagine the quietitude, the peace, the security from
having your own valley. No more wandering from place to place. Instead,
somewhere that you could bring others to for security. Imagine, the Rats as
defenders of the people!”
They talked like this for some time. Gibbs was growing impatient. Stupid
Rat! He thought, So much are you missing out on! All I ask is a small
favour! Stop mentioning the Grand High Beastie! For the sake of seed, will
you just agree?! However, instead of saying this, he merely continued his
line of argument,
“But, fair Wesley, do you not think that this is what The Grand High Beastie
would have wanted anyway, to see you and your kind with a place of their
own? Look, to those fields, see how the wind ripples the corn, see how the
corn stalks bend, woefully ripe and ready for the harvest. Can you not
comprehend what wonders would await you, if only you would do this one
thing?!”
“Kind Gibbs, we have talked for long enough, I have made my position clear,
I cannot and will not accept from you something that it not yours to give.
It makes no sense. These fields belong, as I have said, to The Grand High
Beastie, forgive me, but they are not yours to give away!”
“Fool of a Rat! You think that I cannot give this away? What cares the
Grand High Beastie? He has not been seen nor heard of for the whole of our
times. Noble Wesley, would you let your belief in a creature who cares not
for your Fate decide whether you and your childrens children are safe secure
and warm? Let not your belief blind you.” Said the Gerbil, trying to be
reasonable, and trying not to get angry.
“Nevertheless,” said Wesley, as placid as ever, “He is not governed by our
time and by our ways, you know Gibbs that He is beyond our reckoning. I
will no longer listen to your talk. I must leave you, the Widget is calling
me!”
“PLAGUE!” screamed Gibbs “One thousand fleas to bite your neck and ears!
May not a day go by when you are reminded of your foolishness this evening.
Come the Morrow, you shall witness the might of GERBIL. Disaster and
calamity be upon you and your childrens children. I curse thee to wander
through towns and villages, always chased, always killed, never loved, and
never the Chosen. Plague you carry, and PLAGUE you are. A pestilence on
you and your kind!”
Gibbs rose up to his full height and glared at Wesley, looking him straight
in the eye, as he muttered a strange language, and screamed once more
“PLAGUE! RECEIVE YOURS!” a crack of thunder rolled overhead, lightning split
the sky, and a sheets of rain began to fall. The lightning grew ever
closer, as the Gerbil loomed higher and higher into the darkening sky.
Wesley looked about him, wondering what was happening, trying to make sense
of the Gerbil that towered above him.
“Gibbs!” he cried “Do not!”
But his words were drowned out by the oncoming storm. Gibbs continued to
darken until he too was a huge black cloud covering the edge of the cliff
where they had stood. The lighting was almost upon him.
“Prepare to feel the Wrath of GERBIL!” came a booming voice from within the
clouds.
“High Beastie!” cried Wesley “Save me!”
All of a sudden, as if from nowhere, Eye Birds came swooping to the cliffs
edge. Wesley tried to duck and escape them but one of them, a particularly
stern looking Kestrel, clamped his claws around Wesleys waist and drew him
off into the night sky.
“Oh, High Beastie, what shall become of me?!” whiffled Wesley, before he
fell unconcious.