reason why he took his own life. He recognized
the burden that he had become. Ravine felt useless and so he had made the
decision to overdose on ‘Base’. Ravine had justified it that he would no longer be a burden to Greta. Ravine thought he had done her
a favor. Obviously after today Greta, now Gale, did not feel the same way.
Ravine thought about how he could drink
himself to death, or how he could leave the Mothball Fleet, head to the city
and overdose on ‘Base’—do it right this time. He also thought about how ‘Sam’
probably already predicted what he was thinking and would take measures against
him leaving. There were no good options it seemed. He felt useless once more.
Although he could not understand why ‘Sam’ had given him that special case of
‘Base’—to test his resolve? Ravine thought that ‘Sam’ was a genius: recruit
broken individuals, with past lives they could not return to, keep toese people
trapped with no other options but to train, then harness and funnel their rage
toward one outlet. Ravine
figured that if this was his only outlet he might as well throw himself into it
and enjoy the work. He resolved he’d start tomorrow. Today was a day to drink
himself numb.
⍟ ⍟ ⍟
The armory was well kept. All the firearms
contained within were organized by type and caliber.
Hades-Perdition remembered a time in his life when it did not revolve around
firearms. In a different time he belonged to a medieval fencing club. The
activities the New Megiddo Regime did tolerate when it came to keeping Old
World traditions alive were those that related to combat and martial arts. The
Regime deduced that a highly trained population with little outlet would be
forced to join up with the armed forces or L.O.V.E.
Hades-Perdition became a medieval fencing master as a teenager in the local fencing school he attended. His mentor at the school had been a descendant of Scottish immigrants. It was said that his family had been Highlanders and that later they had served in the Blackwatch under the British Empire. The family Claymore had been passed down through the generations to him. One day his mentor had disappeared and left a note bequeithing the family Claymore to Hades. He had been carrying the sword ever since that day.
As time passed and Hades-Perdition had become destitute—he had looked for ways that he could utilize his talent. In the economy of New Megiddo, there was not much use for a medieval European fencing master’s services. He traveled around the Great Lake region looking for opportunity, but none was to be had. The note his mentor had left him suggested he join the L.O.V.E. Rangers to put his martial prowess to good use and finally he broke down and enlisted. As a year turned to a couple and he had
served with distinction. He had become a
L.O.V.E.R. This was the most prestigious and elite outfit in the organization.
Hades-Perdition was trained in marksmanship, and his interaction was firearms
had begun.
All this history had flooded back to him, in that moment, standing in the armory, staring at the weapons. Hades-Perdition selected an M82, fifty-caliber anti-material rifle from the rack. He checked the chamber and set it on the counter. He opened up his pack, threw in multiple loaded magazines, then pulled the drawstring tight. Hades-Perdition was preparing for the operation against L.O.V.E. that ‘Sam’ had mentioned during his call. Hades-Perdition was to conduct reconnaissance scouting to locate L.O.V.E’s position and to estimate the size of their force. He pondered whether to carry out this mission alone or to bring Gale-Whirlwind and determine how capable she was. He decided he would check on her in the infirmary.
Hades-Perdition picked up all the supplies
he needed and secured the armory door with a hydraulic lock mechanism. He made
his way to the infirmary. Inside he found Gale laying in the same bed. Gale
looked over her shoulder as she heard the sound of the door
the burden that he had become. Ravine felt useless and so he had made the
decision to overdose on ‘Base’. Ravine had justified it that he would no longer be a burden to Greta. Ravine thought he had done her
a favor. Obviously after today Greta, now Gale, did not feel the same way.
Ravine thought about how he could drink
himself to death, or how he could leave the Mothball Fleet, head to the city
and overdose on ‘Base’—do it right this time. He also thought about how ‘Sam’
probably already predicted what he was thinking and would take measures against
him leaving. There were no good options it seemed. He felt useless once more.
Although he could not understand why ‘Sam’ had given him that special case of
‘Base’—to test his resolve? Ravine thought that ‘Sam’ was a genius: recruit
broken individuals, with past lives they could not return to, keep toese people
trapped with no other options but to train, then harness and funnel their rage
toward one outlet. Ravine
figured that if this was his only outlet he might as well throw himself into it
and enjoy the work. He resolved he’d start tomorrow. Today was a day to drink
himself numb.
⍟ ⍟ ⍟
The armory was well kept. All the firearms
contained within were organized by type and caliber.
Hades-Perdition remembered a time in his life when it did not revolve around
firearms. In a different time he belonged to a medieval fencing club. The
activities the New Megiddo Regime did tolerate when it came to keeping Old
World traditions alive were those that related to combat and martial arts. The
Regime deduced that a highly trained population with little outlet would be
forced to join up with the armed forces or L.O.V.E.
Hades-Perdition became a medieval fencing master as a teenager in the local fencing school he attended. His mentor at the school had been a descendant of Scottish immigrants. It was said that his family had been Highlanders and that later they had served in the Blackwatch under the British Empire. The family Claymore had been passed down through the generations to him. One day his mentor had disappeared and left a note bequeithing the family Claymore to Hades. He had been carrying the sword ever since that day.
As time passed and Hades-Perdition had become destitute—he had looked for ways that he could utilize his talent. In the economy of New Megiddo, there was not much use for a medieval European fencing master’s services. He traveled around the Great Lake region looking for opportunity, but none was to be had. The note his mentor had left him suggested he join the L.O.V.E. Rangers to put his martial prowess to good use and finally he broke down and enlisted. As a year turned to a couple and he had
served with distinction. He had become a
L.O.V.E.R. This was the most prestigious and elite outfit in the organization.
Hades-Perdition was trained in marksmanship, and his interaction was firearms
had begun.
All this history had flooded back to him, in that moment, standing in the armory, staring at the weapons. Hades-Perdition selected an M82, fifty-caliber anti-material rifle from the rack. He checked the chamber and set it on the counter. He opened up his pack, threw in multiple loaded magazines, then pulled the drawstring tight. Hades-Perdition was preparing for the operation against L.O.V.E. that ‘Sam’ had mentioned during his call. Hades-Perdition was to conduct reconnaissance scouting to locate L.O.V.E’s position and to estimate the size of their force. He pondered whether to carry out this mission alone or to bring Gale-Whirlwind and determine how capable she was. He decided he would check on her in the infirmary.
Hades-Perdition picked up all the supplies
he needed and secured the armory door with a hydraulic lock mechanism. He made
his way to the infirmary. Inside he found Gale laying in the same bed. Gale
looked over her shoulder as she heard the sound of the door
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