>>5414909>>5414898>>5414889“Goodbye, father.” You struggle to say the words, pressing more tightly against your mother as tears blur your vision. A few heartbeats later, Zeon Zum Deikun, the great mind behind Contolist philosophy, the beloved leader of Side 3, and your loving father, dies.
<span class="mu-s">A few days later.</span>
10:55 AM, 25 October, UC 0068
Autonomous Republic of Munzo, Side 3
Today is your father’s funeral.
There were riots and protests over the last few days as word of your father’s death got out, but the Munzo and Federation security forces have gotten things mostly under control by now. Only a few trails of smoke and littered signs along the road betray that anything happened at all; after the initial shock of your father's death, and the inflammatory allegations being thrown at the federation as being somehow responsible for it, things have calmed down.
The funeral was a grand affair, and oddly well planned. You watched crowds of citizens, fellow spacenoids, standing along the city streets as your father’s funeral procession slowly made its way to the state cathedral. With a full military escort led by Uncle Ramba there wasn’t any trouble from the crowds, and you were inside of an armored limousine regardless, but the soldiers escorting you seemed very on edge the entire time. It’s hard to imagine what threat the crowds would pose, they loved your father. It’s really the federation that they’re furious with, even if what Jimba says is true and the Zabi’s are the ones responsible for your father's death…
Munzo and Federation leaders of the highest ranks are in attendance at the funeral, including the entire Zabi family. There are so many people in attendance that they're filling the grand cathedral almost to overflowing with mourners and enemies of your father alike. Artificial light filters down from the stained glass windows, imitating the sun so very far away from the closed-type colony you've called home your entire life. Your suit is uncomfortable, you aren’t used to wearing it, and it your shirt collar keeps chafing against your neck.
Before you arrived you thought you might cry, but there’s something almost unreal about the entire funeral. It's hard to believe that father is really gone. You stand alongside your brother and sister just before your father's casket, your mother a comforting presence just behind you, and you listen to a man you’ve never met extol the virtues of you father in a eulogy that feels more targeted at the federation representatives who are present than at your family or any of the other mourners.
“...As chairman he was a trailblazer for Spacenoid liberation, and now, as he ascends into the cosmos, he is becoming the very cornerstone of that ideal. May his soul be at rest and inspire eternal justice. May his ideals live forever. Though his flesh may have perished, may he cast his light upon our path and show us the way. Sieg Zeon.”
