Distortion

[Wesker]

515th Planet Curacao, Cortez
07/12/827 AS, 10:55

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Her explanation was probably the key to her freedom, but at the same time, she suspected it would leave Golanski with different intentions. After all, if he knew the extent of what she was - he would do everything in his power to convince her to keep fighting.

But there was another feeling that urged her to reveal the story. If more people knew, believed, heard of, whoever she was afraid of; then more people would be inclined to either help her or at the very least - weed out those aforementioned people. Lying would've been on the table, but she couldn't gamble both hers and Luciano's freedom. Luciano held a glance and Anna as she refocused her attention on Golanski and spoke up.

For you to understand everything, we need to turn back the clock to the end of the eighty-year-war. As you know, the Empire exhausted its efforts to claim Helgoland and Naha with brute force, but what they needed were miracle pilots to win small skirmishes - not overwhelming force. The environment protected them, and so the Empire decided to pour money into an idea that hadn't been done before - they wanted the miracle pilot.

Everyone in the room was drawn to the story as if they were a bunch of kids sitting by a fire out in the woods. The story must've had some weight if it took place over a century and a half prior.

Trouble was. She said before taking another sip from her drink, clearing her throat just after. The Empire was more invested in hardware than anatomy, they would've needed a new division with handpicked personnel capable of keeping the secret and whatever it would entail. There simply wasn't enough time to cough up something of that scope and size when the war effort was just a few years from success for failure.

Admiral how many times do you think the world has tried to conjure up the perfect pilot? Flying goes hand in hand with living in today's world. I've come across dozens of people who were designed, trained, manufactured - you name it. But for some reason, none of them live up to the standard. What if you could have a weapon, an ace up your sleeve that you knew you could count on no matter the odds. What would you do? Humor me before I continue.