Destiny Foretold

[Roromi 435]

CE 75

Major Mikhail

Whoever thought of that was a genius. We all saw the writing on the wall. Two-three years ago maybe? Of course we weren’t all unified. Like any organizations you have your mavericks. Those with the resources and intelligence to break free of the status quo and draw the land in the sand. Those who say, “This is how I’ll do things, how I’ll wage my war.” 

While the other forces would deploy massive weapon units, we worked to perfect our order. We worked to craft a force focused as a hard counter. Indeed, we’re nearly complete. Almost ready for the world to fear the shadows. To fear retribution. 

Those coordinators, those damned space demons. As smart as they think they are, they underestimate us. They would subjugate us. Of course they would never admit it out loud. They showed their true colors with the previous chairman. We know better now. Unlike the loud portion of my comrades, I’ll admit that not all coordinators are bad. I’ve met more than a few. They can be reasonable. But there is a distinct difference with those born on this blue planet, and whose who would perverse the heavens. 

So who is Major Mikhail? I can’t tell you. He’s perhaps one of our greatest remaining assets. Who rallies behind him? People like me. Some who are still brave enough to wear the black uniform; others who wish they could. Those who lives have been severed so severely by the space demons that all they feel is a phantom pain. 

Unlike a ghost, we are quite real, quite potent. The energy crisis made us hungry to all things in this world. Some would crave nothing but peace, and I would agree with the sentiment. Others… well… we crave something far more desirable. A notion that tugs on our very souls and demands satisfaction. The world is far from perfect. While we can’t make things right, we do crave one thing above all others.

Justice.