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Pirogeth
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Abscus, a united country with the largest military left in the world. Everything from Airships to Armours are produced in the factories; lately now more than ever. Those deemed traitors, spies, and even convicts have been placed in these factories to earn their rights back. Meanwhile the citizens, or perhaps ex-citizens, have been fighting for their lives. Today is a very special day, the day when everyone is assigned their tasks for the coming month via international broadcast of their leader. “Ladies and Gentlemen, our Commander and Chief, Heather Halberd.”
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”Yes, I’ll talk later, I got to go.” The president of the people hung up the phone and approached the podium. “People of Abscus, we have done well to fight off our enemy in the past month but we must press onward.” The crowd gathered in a loud cheer. It was amazing that she could go from phone call to speech in two seconds. “This next month will be filled with hardships like never before. To aid in these troubled times I have one more unit to bring to our arsenal. They are the 91st brigade and will be directed by none other than myself. Everyone else will need to hold their positions until supplies can reach them.”
In one of the buildings behind the President were several criminals all watching the broadcast. “You think them dark beasts are watching?” One of the inmates questioned chuckling to himself.
“You crazy, they don’t even know how to operate a can opener let alone a television.”
“Just makes them that much more dangerous.” Another man’s voice said. The two at the bars, leaning and watching the sole television, had turned their attention back to the darker part of the cell. A black haired man was there fiddling with his thumbs and acting like it was some boring resort rather than a prison.
“How would you know? You have only been in here for a day or two you bastard.” The taller, bald one lashed back. He obviously had spent much more time in here than anyone else as they all backed away. “I have had it with your attitude and I think it is about time I enacted some justice on your ass.”
“Please keep quiet, I’m tying to listen to our Madame President.” He brushed his greasy hair away from his ear so he could hear a little better.
“You little shi-“ Before he finished his sentence a blow had landed on his stomach. He was just in range for the young man to kick. His figure hunched over gasping for air.
“How’d you know my name was Shi? You must be some kinda psychic.” Shi said in a condescending and sarcastic tone. Once he caught some air again he went in for a punch on him. Shi ducked down noticing his shoe was untied as the beefy fist went into the wall at about thirty five miles an hour. The brick did not treat it well and it did not help his attitude. He lifted his head and knocked the assailant in the chin causing him to fall to the floor. Everyone else seemed to back off after that. The sound of the warden’s door opened as the TV ended the President’s speech.
“We hope that the 91st brigade will do fine as they will ship out within an hour to Shrivisk.”
“Is there a man named Shi here?” The warden asked. As he approached the bars the younger buddy the bald guy had raced away to check on his boss.
“My name is Shi.”
“Come with me, the President would like to have a word with you.”
“Mind if I grab my stuff? It is harmless I assure you.”
“You can get it after you get showered. Someone on the administrative board must like you, they made your bail.”
“Then I’ll thank them kindly when I meet them.” The boy was let out of the cell as he left the other man knocked out.
“You’ll be heading to Warehouse 91. The President is a busy woman and she likes to keep meetings as short as possible.” The warden relocked the cell and helped Shi down the hall.
Abscus, a united country with the largest military left in the world. Everything from Airships to Armours are produced in the factories; lately now more than ever. Those deemed traitors, spies, and even convicts have been placed in these factories to earn their rights back. Meanwhile the citizens, or perhaps ex-citizens, have been fighting for their lives. Today is a very special day, the day when everyone is assigned their tasks for the coming month via international broadcast of their leader. “Ladies and Gentlemen, our Commander and Chief, Heather Halberd.”
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”Yes, I’ll talk later, I got to go.” The president of the people hung up the phone and approached the podium. “People of Abscus, we have done well to fight off our enemy in the past month but we must press onward.” The crowd gathered in a loud cheer. It was amazing that she could go from phone call to speech in two seconds. “This next month will be filled with hardships like never before. To aid in these troubled times I have one more unit to bring to our arsenal. They are the 91st brigade and will be directed by none other than myself. Everyone else will need to hold their positions until supplies can reach them.”
In one of the buildings behind the President were several criminals all watching the broadcast. “You think them dark beasts are watching?” One of the inmates questioned chuckling to himself.
“You crazy, they don’t even know how to operate a can opener let alone a television.”
“Just makes them that much more dangerous.” Another man’s voice said. The two at the bars, leaning and watching the sole television, had turned their attention back to the darker part of the cell. A black haired man was there fiddling with his thumbs and acting like it was some boring resort rather than a prison.
“How would you know? You have only been in here for a day or two you bastard.” The taller, bald one lashed back. He obviously had spent much more time in here than anyone else as they all backed away. “I have had it with your attitude and I think it is about time I enacted some justice on your ass.”
“Please keep quiet, I’m tying to listen to our Madame President.” He brushed his greasy hair away from his ear so he could hear a little better.
“You little shi-“ Before he finished his sentence a blow had landed on his stomach. He was just in range for the young man to kick. His figure hunched over gasping for air.
“How’d you know my name was Shi? You must be some kinda psychic.” Shi said in a condescending and sarcastic tone. Once he caught some air again he went in for a punch on him. Shi ducked down noticing his shoe was untied as the beefy fist went into the wall at about thirty five miles an hour. The brick did not treat it well and it did not help his attitude. He lifted his head and knocked the assailant in the chin causing him to fall to the floor. Everyone else seemed to back off after that. The sound of the warden’s door opened as the TV ended the President’s speech.
“We hope that the 91st brigade will do fine as they will ship out within an hour to Shrivisk.”
“Is there a man named Shi here?” The warden asked. As he approached the bars the younger buddy the bald guy had raced away to check on his boss.
“My name is Shi.”
“Come with me, the President would like to have a word with you.”
“Mind if I grab my stuff? It is harmless I assure you.”
“You can get it after you get showered. Someone on the administrative board must like you, they made your bail.”
“Then I’ll thank them kindly when I meet them.” The boy was let out of the cell as he left the other man knocked out.
“You’ll be heading to Warehouse 91. The President is a busy woman and she likes to keep meetings as short as possible.” The warden relocked the cell and helped Shi down the hall.