EverNight....

[Kane]

Krieg's heavily scarred face had more lines in it than usual. The medels that decorated his chest like a field of gold, silver, green, red, almost a rainbow of colors, felt like lead weights. How many of these same medels had he given out in recognition of services to Rhinland? How many of those same pilots had been alive to accept them? Then there was that thrice d*mned Nomad trying to ram itself into his beloved home, the increase in pirates, and plenty of ill-will coming from the other houses... Kreig mentally shook himself. Its almost a wonder I havn't retired yet... But then, who would look after Rhinland? Liberty is still realing from the almost total distruction of Manhatten, Britonia is buisy getting itself into a war with Kusari, and Rhinland hasn't trusted Kusari since the 80-Years War. *sigh* The best thing for us is to look after ourselfs.
Kreig managed to not plop himself into a chair just yet, and came to attention. "You wished to see us, Mad'am Chancellor?"

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This is the real true story of rock and roll; it was not about anything more then, how to live your life, as a gangster, in sartorial splendor, and turning the world into a place where normality would never return again...- Malcolm McLaren