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<span class="mu-s">It is the year 0068 of the Universal Century. A half century has passed since the earth began moving its burgeoning population into gigantic orbiting space colonies. A new home for mankind, where people are born and raised… and die.</span>
<span class="mu-i">“We are the people of the universe. We have struggled to survive in a harsh environment, and new generations of colonists testify to our success. Now, when we gaze back at Earth, we see a sacred blue and green orb- the cradle of civilization and a sacred home that we must eternally preserve and protect . . .”</span>
-Zeon Zum Deikun, UC 0058
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11:35 PM, 21 October, UC 0068
Autonomous Republic of Munzo, Side 3
Something terrible happened today.
None of the adults have told you anything all day, but you could see on their faces that something was wrong. You overheard your older brother say something about a collapse during a speech, but he refused to explain himself before leaving with some important military looking men. He's only a little older than you but everybody treats him so much differently! It isn't fair. Father and mother have been gone since this morning as well, and it was left to the household servants to take care of you all day. They didn't explain anything, attempting to distract you with games and music but only succeeding in putting you more on edge.
Almost as soon as the servants put you to bed you snuck out of your room and back out into quiet halls of the mansion, tiptoeing along through the shadows until you caught sight of a group of adults entering your father’s study…
In the dim light you cannot make out who they are, but as the heavy double doors to the study close behind them you hurry over to try and listen in. You press your ear against the cold wooden door, straining to hear the muffled voices on the other side. It is difficult to make anything out, occasional footsteps and what sounds like the clinking of glass, or perhaps metal, interspersed between quiet conversation. It goes on for awhile, but you can’t hear much of it clearly until the very end.
“...He’s not going to recover…” A deep male voice states matter-of-factly, the rest of the room briefly falling silent.
“...Are you sure there’s nothing that can be done?” A female voice questions uncertainly, a murmur of others joining her soon after.
“I am certain. Now would be a good time to…” The deep voice continues speaking, but the rest of his sentence is too indistinct to make out. You hear heavy footsteps on the other side of the door, slowly growing louder as they approach. You have only a few moments to back away, and your small strides don’t carry you far over the smooth marble floor before you slip, falling in a heap as the great carved wooden door swings wide and reveals an imposing but aged man…
>...Your father, Degwin Zabi.
>...Your father Zeon Zum Deikun’s most trusted physician, Girard.
<span class="mu-i">“We are the people of the universe. We have struggled to survive in a harsh environment, and new generations of colonists testify to our success. Now, when we gaze back at Earth, we see a sacred blue and green orb- the cradle of civilization and a sacred home that we must eternally preserve and protect . . .”</span>
-Zeon Zum Deikun, UC 0058
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11:35 PM, 21 October, UC 0068
Autonomous Republic of Munzo, Side 3
Something terrible happened today.
None of the adults have told you anything all day, but you could see on their faces that something was wrong. You overheard your older brother say something about a collapse during a speech, but he refused to explain himself before leaving with some important military looking men. He's only a little older than you but everybody treats him so much differently! It isn't fair. Father and mother have been gone since this morning as well, and it was left to the household servants to take care of you all day. They didn't explain anything, attempting to distract you with games and music but only succeeding in putting you more on edge.
Almost as soon as the servants put you to bed you snuck out of your room and back out into quiet halls of the mansion, tiptoeing along through the shadows until you caught sight of a group of adults entering your father’s study…
In the dim light you cannot make out who they are, but as the heavy double doors to the study close behind them you hurry over to try and listen in. You press your ear against the cold wooden door, straining to hear the muffled voices on the other side. It is difficult to make anything out, occasional footsteps and what sounds like the clinking of glass, or perhaps metal, interspersed between quiet conversation. It goes on for awhile, but you can’t hear much of it clearly until the very end.
“...He’s not going to recover…” A deep male voice states matter-of-factly, the rest of the room briefly falling silent.
“...Are you sure there’s nothing that can be done?” A female voice questions uncertainly, a murmur of others joining her soon after.
“I am certain. Now would be a good time to…” The deep voice continues speaking, but the rest of his sentence is too indistinct to make out. You hear heavy footsteps on the other side of the door, slowly growing louder as they approach. You have only a few moments to back away, and your small strides don’t carry you far over the smooth marble floor before you slip, falling in a heap as the great carved wooden door swings wide and reveals an imposing but aged man…
>...Your father, Degwin Zabi.
>...Your father Zeon Zum Deikun’s most trusted physician, Girard.
