Youden eyed the workers inside the tarr factory. Hard at work, they were focused at building the necessary parts for the tarr. He looked at the calendar in front of him. February 3rd, 1947, it read. The days were going by, and they had only finished creating 20 of the light tarrs, 50 carrs, 20 Ariocasters, and were now working on the medium variant of the tarrs. At the rate they were going, they may barely finish the last heavy tarr, and this was the bare minimum that they needed for a proper invasion.
He walked straight up to the operations manager, displeased.
"Now, while we are making good work at all of our factories, why don't we have any medium tarrs done yet?" he asked her.
"Well sir, we're a bit low on fu-" she stammered, not wanting to make the situation chaotic.
"On funds? How so? Did you think we didn't think this through?" Youden began to fume. If there wasn't enough money, then why would they be building all these creations? The maintenance and upkeep would be as low as possible, as well as an effective training. Money was always a good motivator to not desert your country, and Youden was aware of this, but they didn't have money to be wasting around. They were slowly going around globally in the currency market, and it would take some time before it's value got any higher.
"No, I meant the workers here. They want to get payed more."
"Okay, I'll let them get paid more after they finish what is required."
"Sir, I can't be silent anymore. We're barely making any money to take care of ourselves, let alone our families. While before we weren't making much at all, this isn't much of an improvement." a worker finally chimed in.
"Did I ask for your input?" Youden barged towards him. "You will all work or pay the price! Do I make myself clear!"
Most of the workers nodded and continued to get back to work, picking up the pace a bit, except for the worker that spoke out.
"This isn't right! Guys, don't you see. We're pawns for this man. We've lost everything and look at us now. What do we have to really lose?" he managed to express before Youden grabbed him furiously.
"Alright, I'll make an example of this one. Everyone come outside, now!" Youden announced, the workers rushing behind him.
"Hey, let me go!" the worker had cried out, "Our people don't deserve this!"
Youden dragged him outside of factory and tossed him towards the ground.
"This will be a lesson to show why I'm in charge. I'm not playing around with you people. I have goals to accomplish and people like you will be put in their place, permanently."
The thrown worker attempted to get up, but Youden pushed him back down. Suddenly, they watched as Youden grabbed him by the neck and began lifting him up. The worker clawed at Youden's hand, begging for mercy.
"You've didn't do what you were told. Now you die like how you deserve and ask to be."
With that being said, Youden launched him into the sky at a crucial speed, a screech barely able to be heard from the ground. The factory workers watched as some type of light was collecting into his hands. After a few more seconds, a straight beam of it flew across the sky, hitting what one could assume was the misbehaving worker. A huge burst of energy occurred, resulting in a light breeze that could be felt by them. Watching the explosion, the workers cowered behind Youden, afraid of what he could do to them.
"That isn't all I can do. Now, we have a deadline to reach and we need these things to be completed by then so we can do a test run of the invasion. Get back to work and maybe you'll get paid higher in the end!" Youden barked at them, "And don't think I'm going to have this happen again."
And with that, the workers toppled over each other, not wanting to displease the leader anymore. They've seen enough and knew that they would do as told or face their feared reality.