The sounds of barren air lay waste in the tomb, as the area around them was barren, destroyed, and reeked of a kinder past. Four figures stood tall, with insignias etched onto their primed helmets in the shape of an arrow, as they glanced down with their disappointed eyes. One was wounded, bleeding, but held his courage. One held circuits and wires where veins should have stood, as the other stood in curiosity, as their mission had finally concluded. But with those men, a figure stood out, the most important of all, a woman whose arm had been replaced by bionics, as she held a rifle capable of charging through ten suns, as they all dawned their eyes on the figure that lay asleep ahead of them in the tomb they were standing in, a figure unscathed by the wars that had come after, but kept the appearance of a young adult with dreams and aspirations.
One of the men approached her,
"Is this the person we're looking for? The final child? The one to bring hope and salvation to those who are locked in submission? This?" He cackles in disbelief.
"She is, indeed, and it would be more fitting of your rank to treat her with respect. Now, prepare the carrier. We'll take her out of cryosleep and surrender her to Gainas⬡. Soon, she'll be a valuable asset for the Mother Wire." The woman then responded with a formal, focused, and assertive tone.
"We've located Lilith Varie."
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THOSE WHO ARE RABID SHALL BITE
By: Colt Sand
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The bombs dropped relentlessly as all who stood could only bear witness to the crying of children, as their parents had already long perished. The songs of what was once the thriving republic of man had been weaponized, as those naive gave power to the wrong hands. The innocent could only watch as they gazed upon the sky in fright, and realized that the conflict had not only afflicted those within Gaea, but within other star systems as well. Viruses were utilized to ward off those who stepped on forbidden lands, perishing millions as their lungs were scraped brutally by microorganisms. Gas laced with toxins were forced upon those who were unwilling to stand down, as the explosions of nuclear warheads sounded off by the cliffs in the same fashion as rain flowing in a monsoon.
Those unfortunate enough to have survived hid underground and formed The Slums of Chimera. With the slums came the four Regions. Gainas⬡, labeled the plaza with six sides due to its structural complexity. Regas∞, the plaza labeled the "Armory" due to its technological advancements and military power, presenting its reign to have no end. Studos♡, nicknamed the plaza of hope with a heart, where the proficient hospitallers are located. Bellus, the forgotten region, that shall never be spoken of again.