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2047 (Ice cold in hell)
For many on Solus 3 (Earth) there was a lot more prosperity and you could say; happiness. Trade from other worlds was slow but to be expected.
We had to restore, some of the rich fertile lands trashed by the Zealot hordes. Contamination had been a serious problem as the Alien waste / excrement, had been toxic to our soil.
Luckily, we had help from other races who brought in technology and machines, to clear huge areas of that contamination.
Eventually, they, declared that we, were more than capable of being self reliant and, did not need their help anymore,, Many wanted to be back on their own worlds? NO surprises there.
In our fortresses, as a hidden militia, we stock piled some of those rich crops. Most of us, could never and I repeat NEVER, let go of the FEAR that had been almost hammered into us,
Etched within our very souls it remained, to remind us, NOT to become like so many had; complacent. The FACTS, spoke for themselves.
The Qiverse, we had become more than aware of, was beyond, our wildest imagination. Where the Matsupa had been hiding before they launched their attack on Solus 3 (Earth) in 2040 no one knew.
That heigntened, our resolve, to remain vigilant. From what we had learned, 2040, was not the only time they had invaded or attempted to.
We, also were made aware, of another issue, that had NOT been resolved. WHERE, was the so called ‘Portei Semperu’?
A ‘portal device’, that gave access to the Matsupa from ??
The former Accolyte, had used it to flee, BUT that was suspicion and NOT, confirmed. A Zealot transporter, had been tracked, as having left the planet. WAS the Accolyte on that?
Open access, through that Portai Semperu, could be gained by the
Matsupa, to send more of the hated Zealots through?
We did have, an Omini present. A more powerful than the Zealots being.
Bethabi an Omini, had been quick, to reassure the planets occupants, of their safety and to inform us, that two others of her kind, were enroute to us.
Mira was our eyes and ears spy. She regularly kept us updated on all that was relevant going on in the ‘outside’ world.
A ‘Kiatsu figther’, with Mixed martial arts skills. She could take care of any trouble, NOT that there was any. As we know, the ‘PITE’ took care, of any hostility / aggression. She had to be careful, NOT, to demonstrate any physical force, draw attention to herself; that would see her arrested and doped.
The original base,a Neifjorden that housed the Supersonic craft and other weapons had been dismantled,. An empty dilapidated shell of its former self.
Neifjorden is a Fjord, with its, former glacier back. Now a glorified skating rink, for tourists to the neaby hot springs. Some of the original base had been turned into accomodation facilities AND restaurant areas.
Equipment from that site, was scrapped bar two Mobots that we managed to acquire, after bribing those supposed to destroy them.
Mira had taken them, away from us, to bang them both ragged. whilst we, transported the Mobots to our main bases.
Most of our weapons remain old style. An abundance of them, including amunition, spares and other essentials. Anyone, caught carrying a weapon, would be treated with the Pite.
I have to emphasize again, ANYONE caught with a weapon. Simps and the ‘neutered’ pacified DID NOT need weapons. In fact it could be said, they would squeal on any they knew had weapons hidden away etc.
The term ‘squealers’, came into common language. Paid to hunt down the so called ‘aggressives’ a bonus, for those carrying weapons.
if we caught any of them, we treated them to a larger than average dose of the Pite, much to our satisfaction.
Zombies? Might be a close representation of the truth re their coherence, or lack of, coherent thought, after that.
Mira, had gotten used to, the places in the cities she could visit to gain more information. The Satellite in the Orion system had been succesfully started.
Emersu and Shisuni had been drafted there as security detail.
Sorely missed, but, some of their former companions, Galacia Federa protected; remained. Jojo and Zippy, were always pleased to see her as they had their suspicions there were secret military bases that she had connections with.
A number, of some of the more modern weapons secured in a large crate, packed for incineration, had been handed to them, for transport to the incinerators.
They had hidden then in a cave. Mira was now told, in casual conversation, where they could be found. If they were not there when they went to retrieve them, no questions would be forthcoming.
Of course they knew NOTHING. Zippy liked Mira. She knew that during the occupation her family had suffered at the hands of the Zealots.
Two of ther kith and kin, eaten alive. Torn limb from limb, as she was forced to watch. The scars ran deep. The rage, the fury, the mental anguish could never be erased.
Psychotic and imbalanced, re her reasoning especially as she trained, to advance her skills as a mixed martial arts professional. Driven on by the images still imprinted within her brain.
She used, captured Zealots, to practice her skills on. Almost ripping their heads off; her body strength was abnormal.
You could, go shake her hand and, it, could feel, like you, had it in a vice.
A light squeeze by her but you? did not go back for seconds!
That night, she had had to rest up in one of her haunts, A storm of such power in the heavens, The MuskRat space station?
Explosions above them, lighting up the night sky.
So massive was the destruction, she knew the Galacia Federa had sent up a troop transporter, to find out what had happened.
Commander Thirk was in charge. She knew him well,
Lightning strikes, triggered by the magnetic storms, raging above.
The fury, the rage with a flash across the space station, over the underside as it lit up. The ball of fire rolling along it as if someone was using an eraser.
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