Smoke and dust was rising beneath the training grounds as an assault drone landed on with Marshal Cage and a division of zone troopers guarding him. The sky was thick and oppressively clouded while the encampment seemed to be somehow distinct from the overall atmosphere of the planet.
Cage stopped on a rail gun projection platform to take a look at the young soldiers from above, those who were already weary with the harsh conditions of daily exercises. He called his head engineer over after a minute of observation with his usual strange mimick..
Engineer Jackson, ready for duty sir!
Jackson, make them feel at home...
Yes sir!
At that moment, the large screen on Rascals Square switched to another channel, making all the young soldiers pause and turn their heads to this familiar sound. It was Cages face flickering on the right corner speaking on the old battle archives captures..
Our roots belong to the ancient people of Rheinland, the ancient brave people. We have faced war, we have faced peace and we have faced the most desperate times..
We owe to the people of Bornholm, for providing us with a shelter and aiding our ancestors to prosper such a talented generation.
Rascals have always labored on the hardship, worked for decades to construct the pandemonium we live in.
Live and work for the future of our people. Remember and respect the past, respect the fallen spirits, respect the forge..
For the living!
For the Rascals!
...
On the uncharted lagoons of anguish, I sail with a canoe made of my sins.
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