Thread: Brave New World (Razgriz x darkangel76)

As the three traitors lay dead on the ground, Constabil only nodded as the Queen informed him of her absence. Of course, Your Highness. We will take care of everything here. was his reply of course, what needed to be done was actually quite simple. The blood on the ground would be washed away, and their bodies taken outside the city walls and left to rot under the sun. They deserved no burial, nor would they get one even if morals dictated they should have one. Alright, Sevin. Take your team and disperse the crowd show's over, after all. Jold'r, take the greenhorns and wash down this stage. My team and I will handle the bodies. commanded Constabil, his orders soon being followed wordlessly. Within moments, the streets were clear and evidence of the execution was simply...erased. Like it had never happened. Charles, meanwhile, saw the feed go black before transferring to an old recording of some comedy show that he didn't recognize like his Queen suspected, he was crushed by all this. But perhaps, this was the eye-opener he needed changes were necessary, that much was certain to him now. And that thought stayed with him even as his beloved Helena entered the room and came to his bedside. She looked so divine, really she was a god-send in every sense of the word. He felt himself relax as her gentle fingers took hold his hand, her soft lips upon his flesh as their gazes connected. Helena...I know things have been rough, and I can't thank you enough. Thank you for being so strong, for finally helping me realize just how dense I have been. Things definitely were not over, and he suspected there would be other attempts on his life now that one had been so bold to try. But now he knew better. Now he would prepare himself and his loyalists for a new future he would rule them as he had been Fair. Kind. Giving. Everything the people loved him for...Except, unknown to him, he would also slip into that which catalyzed the downfall of the Old World. This was the start of a brave new world. For everyone. Over the next few decades, things began to change. Many considered it change for the better. A new step forward to ascend themselves back to how they once were. Technology grew, born from other great minds that had awakened from their stasis pods. Many of these 'new-borns', as they had come to be called, were unsure of living under a monarchy, but once they saw the prosperity before them their fears eased. And for a time, the assassination seemed to not affect Anselm's ability to rule with a clear head. His empire grew and grew, more towns assimilating into his domain. But, still waters held the darkest dangers, as the old saying went. The old leaders of the once-independent seemed to change as well, their policies Behind the scenes, Anselm's own world-view shifted significantly from how he once was. He had grown somewhat paranoid, and much of the research went into weapons and armor development for the Royal Guard his new brigade had swollen tremendously, taking on the name of 'The Enforcers'. Soon, every town and urban center that was under Anselm's control had at least one Enforcer base there. Then came the propanganda Join them. Serve your King. And his mild paranoia had served him well, finding new pockets of Resistance members and on many occasions, they would all wind up dead. And their deaths were almost always explained away Terrorists. Smugglers. Any title to cover up the slaughter of these men and women. And when innocents got caught in the crossfire - however rarely it happened - Anselm himself would try to console the family of the deceased...Even if it was but to maintain good relations. And while it often went unreported, there was one group from Anselm's past that kept tabs The Resistance. They all knew this new direction could never mean anything good, and so, in both overt and covert means they fought back. They had to. Else it would mean everyone would be living under a man that went from fair-ruling servant of the People to a despotic tyrant. And while Charles was taken from them, he had left clear instructions on what would happen should he meet his demise. And as time went on, it seemed Charles' fears were coming to fruition Anselm, the man he truly considered a friend, was falling to the decadent poison of corruption. By the time thirty years had gone by, more than three quarters of the independent towns were under Enforcer 'protection'. But those that did not join became, for the large part, safe havens for those that did not feel comfortable with how Anselm was running his regime. A large part of the population was in support of them, others condemned them because it brought back the same problem that had killed the Old World. For the most part though, the fighting was mostly behind the scenes Sabotage, intercepting supply lines, mostly things to cripple the various sources of life for each organization. But......the petty squabbles of the Resistance and the Enforcers didn't so much as faze Richard Redstone, Mayor of Hargard itself. Standing at a mean 6'5, his blazing red locks reflected in the bright sun as he chewed on a lit cigar, an eyepatch covering his bad eye. The man, covered in a brown leather jacket and wearing nothing else but red pants and black combat boots, was built like a tank and looked like he could throw one too few ever bad-mouthed him, but in all honesty, he oversaw this town with a fair hand and a clear sense of justice. He had his people to protect, and he couldn't let himself get caught up in this same old song and dance shit. Now Hargard was far from a metropolis, but it was one of the more developed settlements. From racing to strip clubs to businesses to plumbing, this town had it all hell, some places even had old-style wooden signs and neon to help advertise themselves. However, none of it came for free, as did all things in life. There were still the problems of price-gouging, business fraud, and general crime to deal with, not to mention sending prospecting parties out to find what they needed. Hell there was plenty of it to go around, not to mention the trade routes with the other settlements that brought in plenty of goods. The only trouble was being able to acquire these goods, as that sometimes entailed going into rather dangerous territory. Territory that often claimed the lives of more good people than most cared to admit. He then went back inside to get another trading party ready there were other duties as well, but getting supplies was a top priority. He walked back into this rather messy office, where stacks of forms sat at his desk, and pressed the intercom button, his gruff voice playing out in speakers over the city's PA system, Attention, Hargard, this is your Mayor speaking. All Caravan personnel report to my office immediately. He then looked to his assistant Brian and said, See if you can't scrounge up some more people to act as guard detail we don't need damned bandits hitting us again. The short blonde man, dressed in a bright blue shirt and tan khakis, nodded and began trying to round people up, going from door to door of the more capable people in town. Redstone just hoped this would go better than last time a bandit group calling themselves 'Ghosts' had struck their party and killed everyone there before looting the entire caravan.