Rose year: 12th November 2697
"Sister, is this war ever going to end?"
"Yes… yes it is kyra, its surely going to end one day."
"But when, sister? It's taking forever, sister."
"Kyra, what's your name?"
" kyra Arkimon"
" and what is my name?"
" whilteker Arkimon "
"You'see, we are Arkimon's. Our parents wouldn't want us to live like this."
"That's right, sister, but we don't have anything."
"Don't worry Kyra, you stay here and I will go get something for us to eat."
"But we don't have any money, and we cant afford anything out there. Sister, promise me you won't do anything that would put your life in danger."
" sure, Sure, I will be back before you know it"
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Rose year 6th July, 2703. 0900 hours.
" General wenzel, one hour left to show down."
" hmph…" wenzel scuffed as he sat on his throne made of scrap and car parts, stroking his beard that was braided. " are the men ready?"
" sure bossin." Chrome, his right-hand man responded. " hey guys! Gather round. Bossin wants to give us a speech." Chrome called out to the remaining member of the group, all looking pumped up with the thought of the vicious act that they were going to carry out.
"Today is going to be grand! Today is unique! Today marks the beginning of our freedom!" Said wenzel with a grin on his, wide enough to reach his forehead. " yeah!"
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" enough of militias, enough of people dying, we don't need any reinforcement of any sort. We only need replacement of war craft. That's all I want to ask from you." Whilteker said, almost breaking into tears.
"OK, you will get it if that's what you want, and I will withdraw the reinforcement, if that's what you want."
Robert sighed.
" thanks a lot, handler, I don't know what condition we would have been in if you weren't there for us. I am not scared of dying here in district nine, I prefer staying here in district nine than living in the corrupt federacy, and I am sure the rest think the same."
" I have been wanting to ask, but you can choose not to answer if you feel its disturbing."
" what is it?" Whilteker wondered what a handler would want to ask a militia like her.
"Do you have a sibling or any family member?"