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The Great City of Hydron.

A city the size of a nation. A city surrounded by walls, separating it from the expanse of the great Dune Desert. Outside the walls, raiders and bandits live following only one law: might makes right.

Inside the walls, people have a chance at life. The wealthy aristocrats control the city with a special 'Council' that makes the laws. An elected Mayor oversees them. The people live, day in and day out, thanks to the power of Steam.

Trains carry people to and fro in Hydron, between the various 'hubs' of the city.

[Stark Industries]

Anthony Stark was one of the biggest names in Hydron. He owned one of the major steam companies, and had several contracts for the city's various railways, as well as work on the airships that the Aristocrats often took.

Stark was a major man. He was among the wealthiest people in Hydron, and had a reputation as a playboy. He usually had a alcoholic beverage in one hand, and a beautiful woman draped across the other.

For all the glitz and glamor, and all his reputation as a creeper, Stark was a genius; one of the finest Engineers in Hydron. Engineers were the life blood of the city, inventing and repairing the machines that kept life livable, and separated the city from the wasteland outside.

Now? Stark was in his laboratory, a welding iron in one hand and a protective mask over his face. He was working on a project.

[Military Post #0014]

“ALRIGHT! Front and center, men! This is a military post, not a night club!”

A young woman with blond hair and a unique orange uniform was standing in front of a room full of her fellow soldiers. She had her arms crossed, and she was yelling very loudly.

2nd Lieutenant Alice L. Malvin. A strong-willed woman who was very passionate about her job. Too passionate according to most of her subordinates.

The military in Hydron played both the role of 'traditional military', and also the role of day to day law enforcement. Alice worked for the law enforcement side – her job was to protect the streets, and offer relief to those who lived in “The Slums”, an area of the citystate that had been destroyed five years ago.

There was a lot of crime, and a lot of homeless people. Alice intended to clean the place up, and help whoever she could.

[R&V Industries]

Rica and Vire Industries, one of the major steam companies in Hydron, was owned by two men. David Rica and Ethan Vire had been friends their entire lives, and were closer than brothers.

(Yup. This will be fun.)

Rica, one of the co-owners and a 'ladies-man', was preparing for a fancy ball being thrown by his fellow aristocrats that night at a swanky restaurant downtown. He had his tie tied, and his top hat on his head.

“Hahah... Tonight should be fun. Maybe I'll even make the acquaintance of a lovely lady.”

We all see where this is going. Be amused.

[The Slums]

A tall man with black hair, a black suit, and a gigantic cross that was taller than himself, was sitting in the middle of the poorest part of the citystate. His named was Nicholas D. Wolfwood, and as anyone could tell from his 'fashion accessory', he was a priest.

Wolfwood was... a unique priest. He was currently puffing away on a cigarette, and following that with a swig of very expensive whiskey. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve, and sat back.

He seemed to be waiting for someone.
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The 16 year old looked at a portrait of the original owner... I inherited this business six years ago...it's been six years since he was shot. The red-eyed teen looked out a window...and then walked out. It's time I pay my respects once more, I reckon. Now, where's the nearest flower shop...

[Streets]

75## looked around the area... I need to find a place to sleep tonight, I suppose. He pulled out his guitar, playing a couple of tunes to people passing by... I'm not scheduled for any arenas or concert halls...and I'm not sure if any are open. He continued to play, closing his eyes to just let the sound of the music sink into his ears...
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-R&V Industries-

“You really think you're going alone?” a shorter man asked Rica, smirking.

Next to Rica, he looked even smaller and shorter. He barely reached over five foot six.

He was also one of, if not the, strongest man in Hydron City. At least physically speaking.

Ethan Vire was not an aristocrat. But he and Rica had been friends since childhood, and together they used their skills to create one of the largest engineering companies in Hydron City.

Ethan liked to show up at the fancy parties with Rica, to show the more snobbish aristocrats a commoner who had as much money as them.

-Military Post #0014-

Samuel shook his head slightly, chuckling a little at his commanding officer, standing up.

Samuel Hawkins had been in the military before, and after the years of peace, found himself working as a cop now.

It was decent pay, and kept him and his son out of the slums.

Throughout his entire career, Samuel had never been injured. No cuts, no abrasions, no gun shot wounds, nothing. Neither did he have any record of cowardice on his record.

“We got the supplies now?” Samuel asked, stretching, “Good...I don't like just waiting around.”

-Gallic Enterprises-

Don Gallic sat behind his desk, sighing softly.

Walter Douglas stood in front of him, quiet as Gallic looked over a report.

“Very good Mr. Douglas,” Gallic said, putting the paper down, “You're doing quite well.”

“Thank you sir,” Walter said, “Will you be attending the party tonight?”

“Of course,” Gallic said, “I am an aristocrat myself...I will need security, obviously, for myself and my daughter.”

“It's already arranged, sir. I will accompany you myself,” Walter said.

“Good...good...Make sure everything's ready,” Gallic said, dismissing the blond haired boy, “And oh...give your mother my best.”

“Yes sir.”
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A young man in his dress uniform was hesitantly walking through the halls.

I'm sorry, Second Lieutenant. This...we had to.

These words rang in his ears.

This was it. Slum relief duty. Not even that. Slum relief duty SECURITY. They wouldn't even be directly helping people, just waving guns around and scaing people into not hurting the ACTUAL slum relief soldiers. Maybe getting shot at in their place.

This wasn't the glitz and glamour and romanticism of Wall duty, keeping watch 'gainst savagery. This wasn't ACTUALLY extending a helping hand to those in need in the slums, this was just playing bodyguard for those that were.

But an important part of it, isn't it? SOMEONE needs to make sure that the work proceeds unhindered and safely, don't they?

They may have been about to move out, but he was in his dress uniform nonetheless. Why?

He was about to present himself to the unit they'd be guarding. He had to look sharp-you only get to make one first impression, right?

I don't even know if they're expecting me...I won't even know the CO of this unit if I see them...I'll just have to ask...or maybe they ARE expecting me, know who I am? I don't know. I'm overthinking this.

He paused before a door, raised his hand, and knocked.

(If they were forming up outside or what have you, he would simply walk in and stand there, waiting for a time to speak up or get noticed...)
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Rica chuckled as his lifelong best friend appeared at his side. Rica paused to look him over, and then nodded.

“Well of course not. If I go alone, I'll end up horribly bored. I hear the mayor will be there tonight... you have to meet him. He's about as smart as a rock, but it's always hilarious to hang out with him.”

Rica chuckled again. He knew that he could probably have been far more affluent and powerful than he was, if not for the fact his best friend was a commoner... but Rica had never cared. He had a ton of money, and plenty of clout. Losing a important friendship wouldn't be worth getting more.

Nothing could be worth tearing them apart.

I'm laying the foreshadowing about Kanna on reeeeally thick, aren't I?

[Military Post #0014]

“We do!” Alice turned to Samuel. The man had a impressive record, and had been in the military much longer than she had. Alice always felt like she had to be on her best around the man.

She was very young, and she was an Aristocrat. There were rumors she got her own unit because of her family's money and power... Alice intended to show those rumors wrong. She also intended to change the Slums, and to help the people inside.

“The supplies are FINALLY ready... it took way too long! I'm tempted to file a complaint with that Colonel who always flirts with me at HQ!”

Alice was tempted, but not quite angry enough to talk to Roy.

Then she heard a knock on the door. She walked over and pulled it open, to find a young man in dress uniform.

“Yes? Can I help you, soldier?”

She eyed his insignia. A second lieutenant. He held a even rank with her. She straightened up a bit at that.
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The Narroh Estate

In the middle of the wealthiest part of the city, where all of the greats owned land and homes lied an estate of massive proportions. This home was owned by one of the richest women in town and the owner of a rather successful transportation company...She was also known for other things, but that was just rumors and hearsay by people who were jealous of her success.

The family name was Narroh and the woman was Kanna. She was a high class business woman who enjoyed the finer things in life, whether that be a fine glass of expensive wine or a midnight rendezvous with a tall dark and handsome stranger.

Speaking of drinking and handsome men, Ms. Narroh was preparing for a party tonight. It would be the perfect opportunity to rub elbows with those of status and enjoy the finer things that Hydron had to offer.

While she was a no nonesense woman, Kanna was preparing herself perfectly for the party...And was doing the same for her daughter. After all she was coming too.

"Toooooo tiiiggghhhtt moommmaaa" A short girl complained as the bodice to her dress was tightened considerably. While the material was succeeding in cutting off her air supply it wasn't doing much for her shape...Or lack of. She was only thirteen after all! The girl, Melanie Narroh, reached for the ribbon which was tied in three knots to keep the top of the dress perfectly in place.

"Oh don't be a baby" Kanna ordered, slapping her hand away softly, and focusing on pulling on a corset, further suffocating the child. Melanie merely groaned and stood still, knowing that there was no way out of the situation for the moment. She looked up at her mother who seemed to be using. "Anyways if I can wear it so can you, it can't be too hard for a child can it?"

In fact Kanna was wearing a simular dress, although the mother was a bit more....Endowed than her child. Of course Kanna had no trouble dressing in such a way. A bit of pain to get ahead was always worth it. Not to mention it always got her plenty of free drinks.

After Melanie was dressed, Kanna looked at a small gold pocket watch she had in her posession. Noticing the time she frowned. "Where is your brother?" she asked, more out of annoyance than anything else. The older boy seemed to always be missing. "We're going to be late if he doesn't hurry up"

"I'll go find him!" Melanie offered excitedly, rushing out of the room before Kanna could even give permission. Naturally the little girl knew where the boy was, as it was always the same place, and she couldn't wait to see him.

Taking care not to mess up her dress Melanie rushed down the hallway and into her brother's large room, filled to the brim with all sorts of strange odds and ends which displayed him favorite pastime; engineering. Carefully the girl pulled open his window, dropped a rather large rope out of it, and sat on his bed, waiting for her bother to appear.

A few minutes later the girl heard the sound of grunts as a boy, not much older than 18, climbed up the rope which she had dropped out the window. When he finally reached the ledge Melanie smiled and her brother, Jason, gave a wave.

"Hey little sis" the raven-haired boy greeted kindly climbing into the room. Melanie would have made a move to hug him but he was covered in dust and was looked like oil, which would have stained her dress.

While Jason was part of one of the richest family's in the city, and thus would never have to work a day in his life, the boy found himself making the daily pilgrimage to the slums of the city to invent and create....And to make a mess at various repair shops as he helped out wherever he could. He just wanted to learn and pass on what he had discovered to others.

Of course doing such a thing was frowned upon in upper society, thus Jason had to keep it a highly guarded secret from his mother...And every other rich person in town. But Melanie helped with that....Unfortunately with her helping him it also made her extremely interested in engineering as well....Which was another social no-no.

The boy disappeared in his bathroom for a moment, and Melanie heard the water turn on and (eventually) turn back off once more. When Jason emerged he was clean and dressed in a pair of dress slacks and nice shirt. Melanie had already picked out his coat and suspenders.

Once he was dressed (a process that definitely took less than ten minutes for the boy) Jason looked over Melanie. She looked nice enough, and not a smudge of dirt on her, but she looked a bit...Out of breath?

"Come here" the boy said, moving behind the girl and loosening the contraption which was smooshing her poor rib cage. As he did the girl gave a relieved sigh and smiled.

"Thanks"

"Couldn't let you suffocate could I? I think mom's trying to kill you half the time with that thing" Jason said with a small laugh, now motioning for her to follow him out of the room. They had already keep Kanna waiting much too long.



The Slums

Far away from the privledge of the social elite of Hydron lived a much different set of the population. These people were the poor of the poor, living on whatever they could get to survive. the slums were definately not a friendly place but for a girl just barely in her teens it was home.

Today her home had managed to give her a bloody nose and a black eye though...

"Sophie! You can't get into fights every time you make a delivery!"

An old man, probably nearing his nineties was chastising a girl who looked perhaps twelve. She was a sweet looking girl and rather pretty (minus her two new fighting trophies on her face) but she also could surely hold her own when she needed to....To live in the slums you had to after all.

Sophie was a shop hand at her grandfather's shop, which sold everything from spare parts to full engines for motorbikes and cars. In addition to working the storefront she was also in charge of making deliveries to customers....Which seemed to always get her into trouble.

Her grandfather, who was gaining on in years and unable to take care of much of anything anymore simply couldn't keep up with all the times the girl would get hurt.


"Awwwww don't worry! I'm okay, really!" the girl, Sophie, said with a grin. She currently had a bloody napkin up to her nose and an icepack to her eye but she seemed in wonderful spirits.

"What happened this time darling?" the aging man asked hesitantly....Almost afraid of what he would hear.

"Some guys, there were four of them, wanted the parts I was delivering and I told them noooo way dorks and then they tried to grab me and then I kicked one in the shin and threw a rock at another one and then one of them got me in the eye but then I kicked HIM in the place you said it's not lady like to kick in and THEN I got hit in the nose. "

That definitely had come out as one big run on sentence.

"But they didn't get the parts! I delivered them AND got a tip! I put it in the register!"

Sophie's grandfather sighed deeply, but continued to nurse his grand daughter.....She was.....An interesting little girl.
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[The Slums]

The railways in the slums were known for breaking down easily, and engineers were often sent to repair them. The main railway was under contract to Stark Industries, so Tony had sent one of his engineers out.

That engineer was a young man with messy brown hair and glasses. He was now kneeling on the ground next to the track, a hammer in one hand and a screwdriver in the other. He had a focused look on his face as he worked on the railway, trying to get the track back into its proper place.

If Sama was afraid of the dangerous neighborhood; he didn't show it.

He loved his job. Though he dreamed of working on the airships instead of the train lines.
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For a brief moment, Didymus was looking over Alice, sizing her up.

"S-second lieutenant Malvin, I presume...?"

So, this is the young heiress to the Malvin house, hmm? The next aristocrat whose dog they wish to make me? Did...did she just straighten up? Probably. Can't be looking TOO short compared to us common folk, right? Especially the ones who actually have a little money, right?

He did his best to hide his thoughts.

"I'm Second Lieutenant Didymus (last name, yes, that's surfacing here, as well. XD). I don't know if word's been passed yet, but my unit's been tasked with safeguarding yours in its relief duties for the forseeable future. Despite our equalivalent ranks, I..."

He paused.

This was it. The part they WANTED him to say.

"...I have been instructed to follow your orders as if you outranked me, and unquestioningly."

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[Military Post #0014]

“Ah, Second lieutenant Didymus! Nice to meet you. I'm Second Lieutenant Alice L. Malvin.”

She saluted him quickly, and then paused, watching him for a moment. It was as if she was seizing him up as he spoke.

“So you're our safeguard, huh? Good! Welcome to Section III, Slum Relief Division... Pumpkin Scissors! Okay. You're an equal rank with me, but if you're going to be a part of our division, even temporarily, you're going to have to follow orders.”

She paused. He had already said that...

“Listen, I take my duty very seriously. We don't have the glamor the boys on the wall do... and there's a lot of the aristocrats who say our division is useless and we're wasting money on the poor... but I don't believe that. We need to fix the mistakes of our past! Welcome aboard, Soldier.”
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Didymus returned Alice's salute, and listened as intently as he could to her words.

“Listen, I take my duty very seriously. We don't have the glamor the boys on the wall do... and there's a lot of the aristocrats who say our division is useless and we're wasting money on the poor... but I don't believe that. We need to fix the mistakes of our past! Welcome aboard, Soldier.”


Didymus nodded, but slowly spoke up.

"I understand. I assure you, I understand the good that can be done by your unit..."

Wait, did she call her unit "Pumpkin Scissors"? What...what the crud?

"...and I do appricieate the welcome, but I'm afraid that I'm not actually a part of your unit-mine has merely been partnered with yours. With that said, again, I've been told to follow your orders."

Even if only unofficially...they just want to make sure the aristocrat keeps me under her heel...

"...I intend to ensure that we shall guard your lives with our own-if indeed it comes to that. But I also intend to ensure that it doesn't."

He chuckled a bit.

"Anyway, I just thought I'd come in and introduce myself, as we'll be working together for the forseeable future. With that said, is there a task for today, or anything you would ask of me now?"
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“Sounds like a good time. Maybe I can get him to arm wrestle me,” Ethan smirked. The two were very good friends. Not like some woman would tear them apart. Besides, Rica was more of a playboy, while Ethan had been married over two decades ago...His wife had also been dead for almost two decades as well though.

-Military Post 0014-

“Hello, Didymus InsertLastNameHere,” Samuel said, waving to the younger man. Though, despite his years of service, Samuel didn't look much older then twenty-five. He claimed it was because he ate healthy.

“Don't need to be too formal, despite what Alice here says,” Samuel said, “We're here to help people. It's good to have a human touch when doing so.”

-The Slums-

In a workshop, a young teenage boy with reddish-blond hair worked, electricity sparking from his hands, trying to give power to the machine that had until recently been collecting dust.

His parents were dead, killed five years ago in the accident that left the slums in an even worse place then they already were. His brother had been forced to take a job he hated to support the two, and Hammah was determined to help him, and their younger sister, anyway he could.

The machine, a small toy, clinked to life, moving across the old worn desk.

“It works!” Hammah grinned, “Colette, come here, I got it moving!”

-Workshop-

A young boy with red hair wiped his forehead clean of grease.

“Man...Jason would know how to fix this,” Galv frowned, staring at the machine in front of him. “To bad he already left...”

Galv always wondered where Jason went off to. He had no idea that Jason was an aristocrat with a cute younger sister he'd be interested in dating.
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Rica laughed aloud.

“Ethan, the mayor is so small he makes you look like a giraffe. You arm wrestle the guy and you'll probably kill him without even trying.”

He chuckled again and patted his friend on the shoulder.

“But I'm sure you'll have a good time.”

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Alice nodded and shook her head a bit.

“Eh, whether you're part of my unit or not, you'll be palling around with us for a while. You just keep my people safe... but one thing I have to insist on...”

She turned very serious. “I'd rather we only use force as a last resort. We're here to help the people... I know some of them are criminals and can be dangerous... but if we hurt someone, it makes us look bad, and it's harder to help the honest people because they'll be afraid of us. So weapons stay holstered unless it's absolutely necessary, okay?”

She looked over to Samuel.

“Hey now! It's okay to be formal, we are a military unit! Even if we're treated as simple cops... or relief workers... Anyway! We have supplies to deliver, so let's get moving! Get this stuff loaded on the truck!”
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A bandanna'd teen walked up the streets, holding a large crate. Life was grand for Nathaniel Shipper. He was always a happy person, always optimistic. Always gave his spare change to the poor homeless people or food he had to share. Always offered hand to anyone who needed it. It was odd how he remained happy the entire time. To this day, no one could be sure.

The crate held some man's delivery from the consignment store. What could be in it, Shipper had no idea. Still, he got payed to help his dad work. What did he do with this money? No one could be sure. Perhaps he was saving it. Shipper didn't have friends to go out with on Saturday nights.

But Shipper was fine. Simply fine...

Random Tavern

A mysterious man was sitting at a bar stool, casually eating peanuts and tapping a pencil against the counter idly. Nick, AKA, former Sargent Amadeus, had nothing to do. He drank beer, went of into the desert, came back with some odd items, sold them off, used the money to pay for a room at an inn and for food.

At only 22, he was still at his physical prime. How did he get discharged was a good question: He was incredibly nifty person. Handy and good with a gun, it was odd he was discharged right? Though...the simple fact he had shot a diplomat one evening in the dark due to an itchy trigger finger somewhat fueled his discharge. He frowns, the night having scarred him. He ordered a drink...

Library

A young girl wanders up the aisles, the many rows of book, enjoying ever bit about them. Violet Grey, a young girl with a deep affection for books, served as a librarian. The massive library held documents on anything and everything, books of all kinds of genres, stories of amazing proportions. Though, not many people came. It hurt her, so much knowledge gone to waste.

She didn't mind being alone, however. She was naturally shy, having been sheltered by her diplomat mother. Being mute didn't exactly help win her any friends...books, education, was her only friend. And they never had to listen to her.
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Riley's Place

The house was strange even from an outside perspective. Shaped vaguely like some sort of demented mushroom supported by a giant, rusty gear on one side and numerous pipes on the other, this house definitely stood out from the looks of its neighborhood constructions. The roof was slanted, unlike the many houses with flat roofs in the slums, and had 5 different chimneys sticking out of it, two of those chimneys active almost all of the time.

The house itself was made of bricks, but the brick color was covered by spaced bronze plates that were impaled into the walls, each one of them clean and sparkly. Copper pipes ran across almost every wall, covering the remaining patches of brick wall. The house looked like it was leaning over to one side simply because of the presence of the giant gear, when in reality, it was almost mathematically precise. Several windows looked outside from the three-story building.

The back end of the house was even stranger. A shed about the same size as the house was linked directly with the construction, made of three enormous gears that have been linked together and the spaces between them plated and welded together to form a blast-capable wall. The ceiling of this structure was a massive plate of double-layer steel, slanted to meet with the house behind it.

This was Riley's Workshop.

No one really knew who the boy was. Heck, he didn't even know much of it himself. All that was known about Riley was that he was the best mechanic you could find in the Northern section of Hydron, even if the kid was just about 15 years old and still wasn't even fully grown. The boy had no known last name, no parents and no caretakers and lived by himself in the slums.

And he survived. THRIVED, really.

Not many would dare to approach the house or the boy with ill intent. Riley was a very good mechanic and engineer and often helped anyone who needed something fixed. Those that approached the house with ill intent ended up on the street either completely naked or some other form of humiliation before they even managed to blink an eye.

Many often said that the house itself was cursed with a spirit, an evil spirit that Riley pacified by feeding it human souls. This was untrue, of course, but the rumor was enough to make people cautious about his place.

Riley himself was a good kid. He lived a harsh life in a harsh place, but he always seemed to have a smile for people who came to him. He was enthusiastic and energetic, had an immense collection of books and gadgets which he often read and re-read to learn, and had a drive to find the new and the exciting, though he did so at a measured and steady pace.

Speaking of the boy, he was just now waking up on the third story of his building due to the fact that his finger was being continuously poked by something sharp. His eyes opened blearily as he saw his own automaton poking him in the finger to awaken him. The moment his eyes opened, the automaton moved away and drew a lever towards itself.

Most of Riley's house was automated for convenience. The bathroom was automated so he could shower and take care of other toiletries in just one place. The closet was set on a spring, letting him dress the moment he came out of the bathroom. The breakfast was cooked by the time he came down the stairs and set the procedure for the automaton to follow for this day.

He was out the door in minutes. He had much to do this day.

It wasn't hard to recognize him. Blonde hair and happy, brown eyes, all combined with a clean, but patchwork set of clothing, a strange medallion chain on his neck with the medallion hidden under his shirt, a watch on his hand and a pair of goggles made of two wide gears and some glass hanging around his neck.

Today was the day for him to pick up some necessities. Food, tools to replace his broken ones, nails and screws and bolts and gears and various other objects for his work, and maybe even a treat to himself!
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Let them Label me! Let them swear and curse at me as I tug humanity like a bucking bull into the darkness of the unknown, revealing its secrets to the sane and driving them MAD! In ages long past, I shall be looked upon as a tyrant and a savior! As a savant and as a fool! My work shall advance humanity long past its time, throw it into the unknown future and force it to grow strong or FALL! Years from now, when I will inevitably be removed, my work shall continue to progress, because these things cannot be denied! Governments will publicly criticize my work, but privately conduct research that advances it! I shall imprint myself into the annals of history, among the stars that shine as brightly as Albert Einstein, Isaac Newton, Benjamin Franklin, Dmitri Mendeleev, Nikola Tesla, and countless others! My work will shine as brightly as any star, and I AM ITS CREATOR!!!
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“I'd rather we only use force as a last resort. We're here to help the people... I know some of them are criminals and can be dangerous... but if we hurt someone, it makes us look bad, and it's harder to help the honest people because they'll be afraid of us. So weapons stay holstered unless it's absolutely necessary, okay?”


Didymus nodded.

"Of course, I understand competely. Make no mistake, I agree, force only should be used as a last resort. I hope and pray our presence shan't be necessary."

“Hey now! It's okay to be formal, we are a military unit! Even if we're treated as simple cops... or relief workers... Anyway! We have supplies to deliver, so let's get moving! Get this stuff loaded on the truck!”

Didymus nodded.

"And this is where I take my leave of you, lieutenant. At least for a while. I...dress uniforms are not the best to be going on missions in. I'll see you in the staging area."

He nodded, then turned to leave.

Outside, he went to his own unit's truck...he shortly emerged in a combat uniform, rifle slung over his shoulder.

If there were people loading a truck, he'd call over:

"Need any help there?"
(Insert witty/moving/inspiring phrase here)

This is my car:

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Gas mileage is pretty bad, but traffic jams aren't a problem.
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