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<span class="mu-s">It is the year 0075 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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05:15, 6 January, UC 0075
Zum, Side 3 (Republic of Zeon)
The darkness of artificial night still lies over Zum city. Thousands of faint lights twinkle across the curving sky of the colony’s cylindrical interior, the urban landscape of Zeon’s capital stretching in every direction. Dark clouds pass over distant crisscrossing streets upon the opposite side of the great closed-type colony.
Footsteps sound in the dark, Casval and Atresia keeping along your left as the three of you jog your way across the vast grounds of the Zabi estate. The spiked and imposing silhouette of the Zabi’s hideous mansion stares down at you, a pair of green windows near its top appearing almost as eyes set within a great spiked helmet. It’s watching. <span class="mu-i">They’re</span> watching. Your every move is being watched, and will continue to be, almost every second of every day for the foreseeable future.
The carefully manicured grounds surrounding the mansion are expansive, and even in the dim light you can pick out the bright hues of red and white flowers - but there is something lifeless to them. A soulless sort of blandness which almost escaped your notice, everything in ordered rows and careful geometric displays - there’s nothing natural or flowing to any of it, no true life. Other than the guards keeping watch along the entrances to the estate, and the gardeners that tend the plots, you doubt anyone ever visits them. The grounds and gardens are meant to be observed from above, looked down upon from the mansion's highest levels, just one of countless details in a landscape controlled entirely by the Zabis.
“I doubt we’ll be heard out this far.” Casval says, slowing slightly, his blue eyes scanning intently over the brightly lit guardhouses along the tall outer wrought iron fence, “The guards look distracted. We’re clear to talk for a few minutes.”
Following his gaze toward the guardhouses you quickly come to the same conclusion. Your eyesight has always been a little better than his, but he’s not wrong - it’s difficult to tell much from this distance, but the green uniformed guards stationed along the distant fence don't seem to be watching the three of you right now.
<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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05:15, 6 January, UC 0075
Zum, Side 3 (Republic of Zeon)
The darkness of artificial night still lies over Zum city. Thousands of faint lights twinkle across the curving sky of the colony’s cylindrical interior, the urban landscape of Zeon’s capital stretching in every direction. Dark clouds pass over distant crisscrossing streets upon the opposite side of the great closed-type colony.
Footsteps sound in the dark, Casval and Atresia keeping along your left as the three of you jog your way across the vast grounds of the Zabi estate. The spiked and imposing silhouette of the Zabi’s hideous mansion stares down at you, a pair of green windows near its top appearing almost as eyes set within a great spiked helmet. It’s watching. <span class="mu-i">They’re</span> watching. Your every move is being watched, and will continue to be, almost every second of every day for the foreseeable future.
The carefully manicured grounds surrounding the mansion are expansive, and even in the dim light you can pick out the bright hues of red and white flowers - but there is something lifeless to them. A soulless sort of blandness which almost escaped your notice, everything in ordered rows and careful geometric displays - there’s nothing natural or flowing to any of it, no true life. Other than the guards keeping watch along the entrances to the estate, and the gardeners that tend the plots, you doubt anyone ever visits them. The grounds and gardens are meant to be observed from above, looked down upon from the mansion's highest levels, just one of countless details in a landscape controlled entirely by the Zabis.
“I doubt we’ll be heard out this far.” Casval says, slowing slightly, his blue eyes scanning intently over the brightly lit guardhouses along the tall outer wrought iron fence, “The guards look distracted. We’re clear to talk for a few minutes.”
Following his gaze toward the guardhouses you quickly come to the same conclusion. Your eyesight has always been a little better than his, but he’s not wrong - it’s difficult to tell much from this distance, but the green uniformed guards stationed along the distant fence don't seem to be watching the three of you right now.
