( OOC: Wujiang does not know he is used by Vev, and nor does Vev wishes Wujiang to know. OOC )
It was a grand black tie ball with elegant ladies and well groomed gentleman waltzing to live music on floor. Many a lady wore magnificiant feathered hats while their partners dressed tuxedos.
But that was a long time ago, in a different world before the full horrors of humanities ingenuity was unleashed. Comrade Vev took off his private the mental projector and stopped replaying the memories of his parents. This piece of illegal equipment provided Vev one of the few reminders of a world long abandoned.
Vev returned to his desk and sifted through the long lists of reports. Most of the reports were little updates that Vev took note and sorted them for later reference. One report however, proved to be highly interesting, although alarming.
... mobile listening posts scanning the airwaves have detected multiple rhythmic wideband transmissions. The patterns detected most likely indicates other human faction or factions. Identity of sender remains unknown. A second station is requested help to pinpoint transmission location.
Those bickering children better finish their little games or else they will find their toys taken away.
***
Back in his single room housing, Wujiang, found an enveloped address to him, sealed in red wax with an impression of a star. He looked around nervously, but there is no hiding place in this small room. He broke the seal and read the short note in a matter of moments. Upon reading the note, Wujiang again looked worried and deeply in concentration deciding was to do. Meanwhile he destroyed the note by burning it.
In an hour's time Wujiang found himself alone in a bar, regretting why he is following the instructions. Fifteen minutes have passed and still no one is around, Wujiang decided to leave. As he was leaving, a man bumped into him and said "sorry".
After coming home, Wujiang removed his jacket and a small wrapped package slid out. Inside was an invitation to Marshal's birthday party and a security clearance card.
It was a grand black tie ball with elegant ladies and well groomed gentleman waltzing to live music on floor. Many a lady wore magnificiant feathered hats while their partners dressed tuxedos.
But that was a long time ago, in a different world before the full horrors of humanities ingenuity was unleashed. Comrade Vev took off his private the mental projector and stopped replaying the memories of his parents. This piece of illegal equipment provided Vev one of the few reminders of a world long abandoned.
Vev returned to his desk and sifted through the long lists of reports. Most of the reports were little updates that Vev took note and sorted them for later reference. One report however, proved to be highly interesting, although alarming.
... mobile listening posts scanning the airwaves have detected multiple rhythmic wideband transmissions. The patterns detected most likely indicates other human faction or factions. Identity of sender remains unknown. A second station is requested help to pinpoint transmission location.
Those bickering children better finish their little games or else they will find their toys taken away.
***
Back in his single room housing, Wujiang, found an enveloped address to him, sealed in red wax with an impression of a star. He looked around nervously, but there is no hiding place in this small room. He broke the seal and read the short note in a matter of moments. Upon reading the note, Wujiang again looked worried and deeply in concentration deciding was to do. Meanwhile he destroyed the note by burning it.
In an hour's time Wujiang found himself alone in a bar, regretting why he is following the instructions. Fifteen minutes have passed and still no one is around, Wujiang decided to leave. As he was leaving, a man bumped into him and said "sorry".
After coming home, Wujiang removed his jacket and a small wrapped package slid out. Inside was an invitation to Marshal's birthday party and a security clearance card.
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