Viper and Lena stood at the forefront of the Resistance, their names whispered in awe by the Cannings gathered in the warehouse. Kael's tattoos seemed to dance with excitement as he outlined the plan to bring down the oppressive government and establish a new order, one where Cannings were free to live without fear of persecution.
"We have cells in every major city," Kael explained, his eyes gleaming with intensity. "We've been gathering intel, waiting for the right moment to strike. With your help, we can take down the government and establish a new regime, one that recognizes our rights and our power."
Viper's mind raced with strategy and tactics, her energy crackling with anticipation. "We need to hit them hard and fast," she said, her voice commanding. "Take out their strongholds, disable their communication networks. We need to show them we won't be silenced."
Lena's eyes shone with determination. "We'll need to be careful, though. The government won't go down without a fight."
Kael nodded, his tattoos shifting into a pattern of agreement. "We have a plan for that too. We've identified key targets, and we have teams ready to take them down. But we need your help to make it happen."
Viper and Lena exchanged a look, their bond forged in the heat of battle. They knew what they had to do. They nodded in unison, their decision made.
"Let's do this," Viper said, her voice electric with energy. "Let's take back our world."
And with that, the Resistance was born, a force to be reckoned with, determined to shape the future and rewrite the destiny of the 10%.