By Spartanz19
May 16, 2020
SIX FORTY SEVEN A.M. FEBRUARY, THIRD. THIRTY TWENTY NINE. AGENT MARSHALL, J. AWAKEN.
The man groaned as he rolled over in his cot. His alarm system had tried to arouse him for seventeen minutes. He brushed it off everytime.
The last night was rough for him. He had at least three dreams, two of which were nightmares, laced with the horrors of New Meridia. Slave traders exchanging living humans for cold credits. Public executions on every corner. Bounty hunters dragging even the slightest opposition to the dynasty in for punishment. Maybe this wasn't much of a dream, more like a reflection on his daily life. He saw these things 24/7. It was a miracle he hadn't been bothered by them until now.
James Marshall rolled out of bed with a groan. His day would be long and hard at the New Meridian Empire's Intel Division. He put his company-provided suit on and made for the nearest magneti-train. He would only be five minutes late, no big deal.
The train suddenly stopped halfway to Marshall's destination. The richer denizens of The Capital grumbled over such a minor inconvenience. Then the lights went out. Phantom League soldiers piled out of the doors on both sides and pointed weapons inward. Screams filled the train as the azure flares of the weapons illuminated the train. James hid under his chair, barely avoiding the bolts of the Phantom Leagues weapons.
In a flash, the room grew quiet again. Marshall peaked up to see the soldiers identifying the bodies of three seemingly lifeless men.
"This is the seer. Pack him up, Carver, we'll deal with the other two."
Marshall noticed that the two other unconscious men had small pistols tucked in their hands while the "seer" being dragged away was weaponless. He felt a sense of pity for the three, even though he had no reason to. These types of men were legal terrorists, and they were probably planning to kill thousands of Meridian citizens.
Probably.
The word latched onto his head like a parasite would. All the Meridian propaganda ever said about the People's Freedom Coalition never had any fact behind it. The only thing they could say is they were planning to take our freedom away...
But isn't that what the New Meridian Empire had done in the first place?
Just think about something else. That's what he told himself as he walked down an alleyway that would get him to work only thirty minutes late. He tried to think about his dog, a German shepherd. His fur was nice and soft, and his deep brown eyes could soften an--
The poster of the People's Freedom Coalition was messily pasted to the wall. James sighed. He didn't want to do this. It would probably cost his life down the line. James gave up on his Meridian citizenship and headed for the nearest space shuttle. He was going to fight for freedom. Life would be hard, but he would make a difference, no matter what. He knew that. He always knew it...
Freedom comes at a price.
The man groaned as he rolled over in his cot. His alarm system had tried to arouse him for seventeen minutes. He brushed it off everytime.
The last night was rough for him. He had at least three dreams, two of which were nightmares, laced with the horrors of New Meridia. Slave traders exchanging living humans for cold credits. Public executions on every corner. Bounty hunters dragging even the slightest opposition to the dynasty in for punishment. Maybe this wasn't much of a dream, more like a reflection on his daily life. He saw these things 24/7. It was a miracle he hadn't been bothered by them until now.
James Marshall rolled out of bed with a groan. His day would be long and hard at the New Meridian Empire's Intel Division. He put his company-provided suit on and made for the nearest magneti-train. He would only be five minutes late, no big deal.
The train suddenly stopped halfway to Marshall's destination. The richer denizens of The Capital grumbled over such a minor inconvenience. Then the lights went out. Phantom League soldiers piled out of the doors on both sides and pointed weapons inward. Screams filled the train as the azure flares of the weapons illuminated the train. James hid under his chair, barely avoiding the bolts of the Phantom Leagues weapons.
In a flash, the room grew quiet again. Marshall peaked up to see the soldiers identifying the bodies of three seemingly lifeless men.
"This is the seer. Pack him up, Carver, we'll deal with the other two."
Marshall noticed that the two other unconscious men had small pistols tucked in their hands while the "seer" being dragged away was weaponless. He felt a sense of pity for the three, even though he had no reason to. These types of men were legal terrorists, and they were probably planning to kill thousands of Meridian citizens.
Probably.
The word latched onto his head like a parasite would. All the Meridian propaganda ever said about the People's Freedom Coalition never had any fact behind it. The only thing they could say is they were planning to take our freedom away...
But isn't that what the New Meridian Empire had done in the first place?
Just think about something else. That's what he told himself as he walked down an alleyway that would get him to work only thirty minutes late. He tried to think about his dog, a German shepherd. His fur was nice and soft, and his deep brown eyes could soften an--
The poster of the People's Freedom Coalition was messily pasted to the wall. James sighed. He didn't want to do this. It would probably cost his life down the line. James gave up on his Meridian citizenship and headed for the nearest space shuttle. He was going to fight for freedom. Life would be hard, but he would make a difference, no matter what. He knew that. He always knew it...
Freedom comes at a price.