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The plasma fire would penetrate the wings of the metallic angel as it looked, with it's glowing red eyes, at the soldiers attempting to fire at it. It would be unknown, but the entity seemed to...narrow it's eyes..as it looked straight at Ellecon.
"Of Course. Pathetic excuses of soldiers trying to lay waste to me..."
With just a flick of his hand, and despite the damage being done to the wings, nanobots descend and try to nab at the soldiers, as they would try to grab onto their skin and devour them like on the crew on the other ships. The angel would head directly to Ellecon as it would ignite it's own red blade, made of dark obsidian, and engage in battle with Ellecon. Each blade swinging, each battle formation, would form into an epic flurry of honor as both entities fought, red and blue, fighting amidst the flames and smoke. Suddenly, the angel would knock the lightsaber out of Ellecon's hands as he sheathed the blade over his kneck.
"Executor...", it stated menacingly, "there are lions...and then there are lambs. There are wolves, and then there are sheep. But some like you...tend to be both. Either way, know..."
He leans in.
"that thy days are swifter than a weaver's shuttle, and they come to an end without hope. But remember, dear Ellecon, that mine and yours life...are but a breath"...as he inches the blade closer, dragging it on the skin of his neck, "and mine and your's eyes will never see happiness again."
These words were said menacingly and would ring in Ellecon's ears, as the angel would lift the blade and walk away, with nanobots seeming to hold a commander in place.
"A little trophy, if you wouldn't mind."
Suddenly, a red hole would open in the sky as the metallic angel would venture up, with the commander in tow. But before it left, it turned around and stared at Ellecon.
At that moment, the sky was crimson and black. The bright sun would radiate on the angel as it stood still on the air, with his shadow covering the executor as he would be on his back. The smoke all around them as it would seem...for a brief moment...that nothing around them mattered. It would be just the two of them...all that would matter. The hero...and the angel. Staring at each other, as one would know the other. One was the opposite of the other. They stared. They would be embellished in each other's memories forever. And before the angel would leave, he would utter these words...words that Ellecon would find familiar but forever in his memory.
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"Cursed is the ground because of you, Executor,
through painful toil you will eat food from it,
all the days of your...life.
This world will produce thorns and thistles for you...
and you will eat the plants of the field."
Now the angel yells.
"BY THE SWEAT OF YOUR BROW
YOU WILL EAT YOUR FOOD.
UNTIL YOU FOREVER RETURN TO THE GROUND!
SINCE FROM IT YOU WERE TAKEN;
Eternal hatred booms in his voice.
FOR DUST YOU ARE...
AND TO DUST YOU WILL RETURN!!!
The angel and the captured commander go through the portal as all appears to be silent, for but one moment. One moment.
And it was then...the third Valiant would finally hit the Foundation of the Citadel.
(This is the last of the terrorist attack, so you can say what you want after this)
Upon the regiments arriving at the scene of the crashes, and of course the emperor watching in his control room, they would see three rather large ships, broken and decrepit, at the scene. Descending down, they would find that the sensors were indeed right...no mangled bodies...the ships were pretty much empty, save for a few what appeared to be weapon storages strewn about. And these were not regular weapons...these would be high class weapons from the Empire, ones the regiments would see highly advanced units use. All strewn about. It would seem, apart from this, that everything would be fine.
Suddenly, as it would seem that way, the air would suddenly grow more dense, in an almost surreal way, with the color blue seeming to permeate through the air. A full moon, white and glowing bright (despite it being just day time eariler...), as it would shine brighter than anything around it. Suddenly...humming could be heard. Small, weird humming, but humming nonetheless. It would hum a certain tone and music, calming and seemingly fitting, as it would radiate throughout all directions around the soldiers. Weird, however, that in the control room, none of the people or the emperor would be able to sense or hear the atmosphere, the moon, or the humming. In fact, the sky would still shine daytime on their monitors...
PING PING PING PING
PING
- - S I G N A L - -
The beeping continued and repeated rapidly, extended from Kinmoon's territory and into the furthest reaches of space, extended to several of the major galactic civilizations.
Every defensive system within Kinmoon went active, ships activating, and weapons arming, and prepping aim. The flashes of lights could be seen from several nearby planets, system control vessels assumed direct control, warping in and out of space, and opening fire on any suspected enemy forced within Kinmoon, reinforcing the nation from any pirates and raiders which may of operated within its borders, as well as independent civilizations which also lived within Kinmoon space.
This was the final act of Queen Quilla's rule, the destruction of all enemy forces. Several of the independent A.Is were subsumed by her will, as were the transapients destroyed. The bulk of Kinmoon's navy acting under her direct control to carry out her orders, but she controlled them all at once, and focused on every action which she carried through.
The signals were of distress and confusion, mainly sent by the warlords, pirates, raiders, and some from Kinmoon's government, mainly asking why half of their fleet took on a mind of its own.
The actions were swift and decisive, many did not escape, and those who did were forced to flee beyond the territory of Kinmoon, and into the unknown, beyond what is known as the unknown to the normal galaxy. The Deep Dark.
The naval ships were returned in due order, to their respective hanger, docks, and other places. But something else happened... the drones began to deviate from their current tasks, all of them. Mostly construction drones, and the few multitasking ones, brought to a singular location within the northwest of Kinmoon to begin building something, something large, a megastructure. This would generate some problems for Kinmoon, and most of the construction drones would have to be replaced by newer ones while the rest seemingly disappeared off to make some sort of mystery project, government officials and lords began to question Velrok Toro, but even he didn't know what was going on... but Queen Quilla did.
The Infinitorium, or so dubbed by those nearby currently witnessing its construction, while others have begun to simply refer to it as "The Culaba".
The Culaba was a massive structure, built entirely in the void of space, or currently half built, its purpose is not fully known as of yet, but it has a striking cube-like design, and glow to it, as well as strange fog-like cloud which extends around it for miles. The drones worked quickly and effectively, and that cloud was the drones, and the nanites it used to help accelerate the progress of construction. Parts were individually created, while the base was built all together in unison by groups of construction drones. Nearby asteroids and small planets and moons were shattered for resource acquisition, using accelerated boostbombs, with great yield.
Resource reserves began to be finally be used in years, to reduce the needed work of drones to collect more in this empty expanse of space, making sure to avoid the nebulae as well, and they built it within one of the clearings.
after this, in the after math of an attack that left thousands dead and tens of thousands wounded, there was a great deal of protests and anger at their leaders who let this happen. many of them were replaced by hardliners, who saw that this was the work of the vile Xeno, and policy reflected this. the capital was also put under effective permanent martial law as millions of MP now patrolled the streets every day. all in all, the case was deemed cold, as they never figured out who was behind it and it was put aside as other tasks became more pressing.
development
with new industries forming across the new colonies, better interspace trade networks are set up, to allow for rapid access. the larger and more important outposts even get their own gates, connecting them to the wider union with ease, and allowing more goods than ever to flow, as the SU prepares its Death March.
In the Capital System...
It was then, the reports were coming in.
By the hundreds to the thousands, several reports were coming in of a nearby planet adjacent to the capital planet, where thousands of reported murders and killings were going on, with several ships crashing into them and hurting their military bases first, then hitting the civilian populace. But what is more...it seemed to be due to some entity described as regal yet menacing...what to do...what to do indeed...
Guru's Delight
Utilizing all forms of education and research, Nebula Circle would contribute development of it's military and scientific industry, achieving small-scale breakthroughs and constructing new ships.
+.1 dev point, netting 1.5
Emergency Localized Mobilization Act
To respond to the sudden and seemingly coordinated attacks on Federation military and civilian infrastructure on Galphon, the second most developed planet in the Federation, an emergency meeting was called into session by Consul Varric Burns. Using the party whip again he quickly expedited the voting process, and within an hour the ELMA act was introduced into law. Making available to him, the powers to suspend local governments and declare martial law on any planet with hostile forces unable to taken care of by planetary defense forces.
Immediately Galphon was in a state of Martial Law, Major General Alphonso Qual of the 32nd Federal Legion was brought in to serve as acting military governor. With minor protests from the planetary council and resistance from local Path Coalition branches, this action remained uncontested, giving Varric the go ahead to send the 32nd Legion. Alongside them a detachment of BSO Agents to serve as intelligence coordinators and spies to find these violent insurgents.
As they would be at Galphon, they would notice immediately the amount of bodies scattered around the ground, in broken buildings that appeared to be demolished as they would near the center of the city. The bodies would be lined up in the streets, in the thousands to the millions. Truly, this was a catastrophic design, and even moreso observing that some of them were hanged up on signs, barechested. But what made this even worse...was looking at the actual bodies. When observed, they would notice that all of the eyes would be glowing blue, yet lifeless. On the top of their heads were holes that would radiate different colors on each purple. Some would be pink, some yellow. Some blue, some green. As the bodies would be further examined, further going down the square, all of the regiment would bare witness to an odd yet terrifying sight. In the square was a large ratchet of noise, as it would seem a strange entity would stand amidst the glowing lights, seeming to hold an individual in the air (telepathically, in a sense) as the entity would be examining a glowing object right in front of the individual. The entity would be studying the glowing object, pointing to different parts and glowing before pointing to another. It would echo, in a rather strange yet studious manner...
"Failure, disappointing, irrelevant...bah, this one is getting me nowhere. This planet's life is as worrisome as the ones at the other. There's got to be something here..."
Upon closer examination, the entity would be wearing dark robes and have a mist of different colors surrounding his hands. What was the strangest was...by god...his head was a literal pebble. No eyes, no ears, no mouth of any kind...just a pebble.
Aftermath
“Mr. Executor - Sir Ellecon, is that you?”
A team of Marines had found Ellecon. He was entranced, sitting on the floor watching the city burn through the blown-out hull of the Citadel. His eyes met the opaque visor of the marine’s helmet.
Barely pulling himself back to reality, he stood up and turned to look outwards. “What of the Command staff?”
“We’ve evacuated them to a triage facility onboard an FTC station. They all seem to be alright…” The soldier was only slightly lying.
“The Valiant..?”
“Sir… Nobody could have survived… Please, we have to leave. We’re scuttling the Citadel…”
A speck of anger from Ellecon; “By whose authority was that order given?”
“Vice Executor Libitina herself, Sir… The building won’t stand on its own much longer…”
“Belay that order. I don’t care if we have tractor-tugs holding it upright, for God’s sake…”
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Just before he started to lose hope that he would be able to restore Nav control, the helmsman of the Dominator noticed that whatever had seized control of the navigation systems had just… gone away. Not stopping to tell the Commander first, he immediately engaged manual thruster control - taking hold of a small joystick mounted on his console, he pulled up gently and rolled back the throttle. “Manual helm control is back online! I’m diverting course!”
"...Commander?"
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Onlookers below would watch the carrier cut upwards, slowing down and gaining altitude before passing safely over the High Court. They likely never knew anything was wrong…
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The Siege of Edekar had come to a close. With the city left in ruins and the death count reaching in the millions, this day would be one remembered for centuries in the hearts and minds of the Saharian people. All across the Republic, citizens bore witness to one of the darkest days in Saharia’s short history. Many feared the worst was yet to come - predictions for revolt and widespread unrest would permeate the nation for months. This would all have fallen right into place for Castillo’s efforts…
But the trillions of individuals which called Saharia home were weary of isolation - many centuries of deafening silence after the collapse of Humanity’s final holdouts were still fresh in the minds of many. The Saharian Republic - the only hope for Human civilization in the Silent Arm - would not be allowed to die so easily.
They had a decade to prepare for a threat such as this - and they were more than ready.
Military recruitment offices were flooded with volunteers - more civilian craft would arrive on Viskova to deliver donated food, supplies and construction components - and civil servants rallied across the nation to help coordinate defense and contingency procedures for all populated systems. Martial law would be lifted, and everyday life would attempt to return to normal. A wave of unity would choke most superstitions of disloyalty - for the first time, the people of the Republic were united in cause - cries for war would begin to reach the ears of the Central Command...
Cool Welcome: First Reach: (
New Saharia)
Major General Smith leans forward and says. “I’m sure the men would love a few days of shore leave before making the return trip.”
Admiral Teel motions for the Major General to sit back then says. “Let us not be too hasty, Major General. When should the Envoys make it to here from the Hanger?”
Vulcan: Torment of the Unknown.
The Emperor stands looking at the particular way the civil guard troops are acting. ”Commander, what are they looking at?”
The Commander approaches the screen and stares at it for a while until replying. “Honestly, sir I have no clue.”
The Emperor looks over to a tech in the room. ”Could you pull up the visor displays of two guards from each regiment?”
The tech looks up quickly then does as asked. The screen shows the same as what the three drones previously had been transmitting. ”Switch it back to the drones and begin recording. Commander Arim you incharge while I figure out what is going on.”
Commander Arim looks at the Emperor confused. ”What do you mean, sir?”
”I mean that I am going to the downed ship that showed the first signs of whatever is happening. The Emperor leaves the command room and gathers some gear and two guards then leaves for the ship that the effect started near first by speeder.
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Most soldiers fall to the ground from the intense pressure, some begin to scream and others pass out. The few soldiers that didn’t fall to the ground support themselves with the vehicles.
As the mist would grow stronger around them, and the moon shone even brighter a bright blue, the sky and the stars would reflect off each soldier, glinting light on each of their armor. The beautiful sky would grow even brighter as the humming would reverberate through the environment around them, and the soldiers would now see cute little blue bubbles of light surrounding them, with little black eyes. They all cooed and awed at the soldiers, surrounding them and brushing against them all.
Suddenly, the soldiers would spot something coming out of the ship, small and delicate. It seemed to be...some kind of doll with button eyes. It would be woolen and looked like a gardener, a florist. It didn't speak, but it looked at the soldiers and waved at them. It then motioned for them to follow her, waving her hand towards her way before ducking under the ship's debris.
About then, Shani realizes that whoever is operating these things does not play around. Either she was going to somehow bring this thing down or it was going to kill her, and she wasn't letting a simple drone be her last fight. This wasn't like Mr house's drones, it was really life or death. Since indirectly trying to bring it down would put her right where missiles could hit, the only choice was to get up close and personal with an armed drone. But hey, at least it wasn't a demon or a deranged British fascist.
Wish one leap she's up on the roof, then another high jump carrier her almost to the drone, and one last teleport gets her all the way up to the drone's engines, which she blasted a panel off with a shadow magic blast. The inside looked like the old jet engines she'd seen, and those had a nasty habit of exploding when even lightly damaged. She pulled out a wire and broke apart a pipe carrying the fuel before jumping down below the drone, hoping that the engine would blow before it could turn and attack.
And indeed the engine detonates, violently. Flaming scrap metal flies out in all directions as a turbine blade nearly impales the superhero before lodging deep into the road. The drone crashes into the road, exploding into a small mushroom cloud and catching fire as the missiles start going off randomly.
But that was not the end.
Blotting out the sun came some megaship in the sky which closely resembled a submarine in shape but much more massive than any existing ship. In mere seconds missiles cascaded down from the sky as the gargantuan ship fires what must've been hundreds of high explosives missiles down before once again disappearing. The only thing it left behind was craters, broken drones, and a single call sign echoing on the radio: Alicorn
Vulcan: Torment of the Unknown.
The conscious soldiers start crawling towards the ships, some even take off their helmets as they adjust to the pressure. The Emperor arrives at one of the sites wearing hazmat helmet and sealed combat armor, his guards wear their standard issue armor since it is sealed and has a filter. The Emperor approaches the soldiers that are crawling towards the ship, and instantly he and his guards start feelings the pressure but not to the extent the soldiers are since the Emperor and his guards are augmented, his guards barely feel the pressure due to the armor, the Emperor feels the pressure hard but by using the force he keeps the pressure lower. The group of newcomers follow the soldiers towards the ship.
Development
With the new worlds claimed, the only logical path forward would be to begin researching new technologies to make both mining and manufacturing more efficient. Some newly researched technologies will be used for new weapons and defenses in case a war breaks out, or just claiming a planet and it's denizens.
Dev: 0.7 -> 0.8
The creaking of the hull stops as the ships exits into the dark black emptiness of space. There is no cheer, only great delay lingered in the air of the crewmen as the Communication officers search for their position. The silence petrifying the people as they watched through the viewdeck. The Bridgemen handle their tasks with efficiency until the silence was broken by a beep followed with a hyperspace map appearing on the main screen of the bridge. They're they were: beyond the gap, beyond the Hyphasis, beyond the darkness that had clouded the many ambitions of Saleehs before. The crew, realizing what had been done, all jump with ecstatic cries.
A new chapter begins for Tageansaleeh.
And out from the portal came their "God", but one unlike what the soldier had been expecting. Instead of an insectoid horror or some behemoth of twisted flesh, it looked human. Shockingly so. It had the body of a man clothed in a jet black business suit, similarly dark dress pants, a pair of dress shoes, a dark grey undershirt and a blood red tie. Its hands were clearly mechanical, and in place of a neck it had merely a flat metal plate where one would be and some opaque crystal cube floating above acting as a head of sorts.
The priestesses kneeled in prayer as the being walked forwards to a mere foot away from the captured soldier. The smell of Ozone hung in the air as power crackled from the being, which seemed much less human up close. It was obvious as to why the Manri had worshipped it, but what exactly was it?
he looked at them with confuseion on his face.
"who are you? why do these Xenos revere you as a god? you are a simple machine"
"Oh, oh sweet god above. Even the mob didn't have me do anything like this. Should not *gag* have had those wings while I was waiting."
Jay is quite obviously resisting the urge to vomit at what he had witnessed. He'd seen blood while working for the mob, and spilled plenty. He'd seen bullets take people's heads off, seen guts on the floor and blood sprayed like he was seeing, but something here was extra disgusting to him. The people he had killed for the mob were impersonal, it was just business. But these were people that were relying on him, and that was extra bad. It wasn't his fault, but he felt responsible for getting some revenge.
"When we find the filthy xenos who did this, ooh I'm gonna show them how the mob dealt with people. I'm gonna do to them what they did here."
"Prometheus,do you copy?" The fuel tanks are full,all systems double checked,the ship is ready for takeoff"
Kristoff and Stefan looked at the panel before them,slowly pushing the button labeled "Ignition" before the giant ship of steel,wires and countless of composite panels began roaring out the tails of red and blue flame,burning the concrete of the Cosmodrome boathouse as the crowd of engineers behind the glass looked and corrected their primitive looking visors,resembling something more of a classic night vision goggles rather than an actual AI system to automatically calculate the simple equasions and logically apply and combine the simple details of the digital blueprints without the need for the operator to intervene. Each has changed their filter at least once,breathing out the entire oxygen disk in a minute as a result of the heart beating in their chests,ready to break it with every thump as the "Garda Secural" comissars played with their pistols behind them,pointing their fingers at the newly constructed starship,occassionally throwing the eggheads haunting gazes through the lens of their gas masks.
Stefan remembered how just 3 years ago,he was put on a bomber sent over the chemical plant with a special mission to finish the war which lasted for 18 years now. It was funny to him that all of its participants now laid in grave after the "Revolution of the Spirit",which,while not promising anything gave him the possibility to act without the needs of following conventions or rules of engagement. And most importantly-allow him to fly in whatever way he could even if it would mean his plane crushing into the skyscraper or the ground. It was behind now. His blood stained grey coat was replaced with the blue spacesuit,which looked more like a uniform for the chemical corps rather than an actual astronaut gear. Sighing,he closed his eyes as the liftoff began. At least 3 dozen of engineers tried to maintain the right coordinates,correct the altitude and inform the crew about every second of their flight,even though it was mostly symbolical.
It was the first flight on the prototype of an actual starship. Not the rocket or space station,a whole starship like in the movies of the past. It carried the shipment of drilling equipment to the moon base which was left alone when the Wars of Materium started. For some reason the folks of science decided to stay away from this whole mess and just hope that their hydroponic plantations would be enough to survive. Well,almost,only half of them survived and they desperately needed drilling equipment to mine some more lunar soil before turning it into something more fertile. The flight went on for half an hour now,and the orbit of the Homeworld was now reached. Another 30 minutes,and the ship was halfway to the Moon.
Landing. Quite harsh,with the moon robotic manipulator claws barely able to stop the ship from crashing down and killing the second half of the colony. Stefan and Kristoff sweated almost entire supply of water out of their organism before it was over,and the shuttle door slowly opened with the colony of thin-looking men and women greeting the other 2 with quiet applauses.
The Homeworld meanwhile was erupting with ecstasy over the landing. The "Garda" agents smirked,putting their pistols back into the holsters while the sounds of opening bottles of champagne filled the Control Room.
As the papers got to the marble table of the Fuhrer,he only nodded and signed them with only a couple of words coming out of his mouth.
"The age of Space is now."
"What. The hell. Did you just call me?"
Even without a face, the being was obviously enraged and about to lash out. And it began to, drawing a revolver out of nowhere and pointing it directly into the soldier's face, but then pausing. It pulled back the revolver, turning to one of the priestesses and beckoning her over.
"You, Solarian. Your people are hubristic as I was in my early days, and I think you need a lesson taught. Hate xenos do you? *Laughter* Well, why don't we give you a new pair of eyes. *Suppressed laughter* Priestess,, why don't you give this fool a new perspective on life."
The priestess pulls out an almost blowtorch like device and points it at the soldier, pulling a trigger as his vision turns to white. What came next was pain unlike he'd ever felt, a burning in his bones and a tearing at this skin. It was like every cell in his body was on fire and being pulled apart. Such a feeling lasted only for a few moments before he blacked out.
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Upon waking up, something seemed strange about his vision. There were colors he'd never seen before, brilliant purples and deep reds. But when he tried standing up, he felt something bizarre with his arms. Almost like there were too many, but what could that mean? And then he looked down. Instead of a human, he was one of the tribals he had been captured by. And in front of him was that same machine, reclining on a chair and watching.
"So, you get what I did?"
COLONIZATION
"And one! And two! And three!"
As the crew raised the banner over the giant mountain,looking down at the tropical landscape before them. All Fritz could think about is-how much will it take them to turn it into an Industrial paradise of machines and humanity merged together under a single,rational and Utopian vision of work of Thousands devoted to Thousands and the Nation above them.
"Companion Commander-"
The sudden voice startled him as the private lightly shook his shoulder,almost making the sinews of the space suit to crack from the rapid turn.
"-we have completed the deployment of the first stage of the Permanent Intersolar base. Expected to set up Food Production facilities within 4 days,Optimal Oxygen consumption reached. Center already gave us quota for construction. I downloaded it into the Central Management System. Expect the first batch of colonists to arrive within 4 weeks. Your orders,companion?"
"Start the deployment of Basic Staff Housing districts. Proceed to clear the landscape. Usage of chemicals or explosives is forbidden unless I order to use them. We will need those materials intact."
The soldier-worker saluted before turning around and walking away as the rest of his seven hundred comrades already made the first trees fall down and the white fabric of tents began soon replacing the leftovers of the forest as the mecha suits walked out,with the whole arsenal of instruments on them,beginning to construct the foundation of something truly beautiful,if not today,then tomorrow.
DEVELOPMENT
Hans worked on his lathing machine for at least 10 hours now. The gloomy,tiny room of the metal cutting sector were filled with smoke coming from the outdated equipment and the nearby smelting section where he occasionally heard the screaming of his labor comrades falling down into the melting metal or losing fingers at the rollers or the guillotines, but they were the lucky ones. In fact,he also was one of those who didn't had to endure the ventilation system directly.
Legends about the lurkers or the remnants spies of the Combine,fanatically lurking through the air mines,making the people dissapear were not that far from truth. The occasional bursts of methan,granules of coal and other harmful elements made life of vent workers hell,although half of them came from the background of chemical corps,used to work with such materials. But on the field they at least had some room for maneuvering,the vent was something entirely opposite. Faint screeches of suffocating venters and the followed headbutt against the metal surface were now a usual memory for the men.
As Hans walked out of the grand industrial complex,with hundreds of smokepipes going into the sky,he looked for the "UNISTAHL" Corporation logo wondering how well off were the ones who had to oversee them.
Sighing,almost throwing his tool bag away,his hand reached out to the gas mask to change the filter before he proceeded on stopping only as he bumped into another man,who was standing near the crowd looking at the paper on the wall.
"FROM: THE COUNCIL OF THE PEOPLE'S HALL
"OFFICIAL MESSAGE TO LABORERS OF THE RAICH"
"It has came to our conclusion that the war left the dream shattered and the men and women starved beyond repair. It left cities in ruins and made us blind,for our eyes now covered with our own blood.
However. Since this day,this changes. In order to achieve your dream,you have to compromise. Therefore,the Council of Corporations has decided to step away from our traditional methods. Since this day the workers themselves are free to organize their new workplace alongside the Guilds and Syndicates of our glorious supernation. They are free to feed themselves if we can not,they are free to act if we cannot guide.
LONG LIVE THE ETERNAL DREAM! THE REALM OF HEROES! THE LAND OF MIGHTY! REASON! LABOR! SOUL!
Approved by Garda Secural."
Business? Hans didn't had experience in it. Sure,he had to count bullets back in the quartermaster office but it happened only twice and wasn't about millions of parameters to upkeep. Sighing again he moved on to the metro before stopping right near his station.
He noticed the sign "Help Wanted" before a small hangar as the folks the carried in some equipment and about full of wires and circuits. Walking closer to the building,one of the few intact amidst the ruins of his war torn city,he read the sign again,or what was below it.
Double pay. Guaranteed lunch. Only 9 hours workday. And it's much closer to his house than the UNISTAHL factory. Rubbing his chin,Hans thought how much paperwork he will need to fill in order to get fired. Chuckling to himself,he silently walked away.
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