Patricia Moore
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The security team of the Lowminer convoy defended well against the incoming flux of bandits. Although they were outnumbered, they fought smartly, with remarkable calm and composure. Rui, on the other hand, was not quite as calm. ('Think.') Rui urged. ('Why would they discard the element of surprise, attack us head on and that too without the Martial Apprentices?') Rui had thoroughly memorized the intel provided by the Martial Union in the mission bill, the presence of Martial Apprentices as well as…-
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"What in god's name are you all?" Eamon questioned the creature taking possession of Winston's body. His voice echoed throughout the chambers of the compound, covered in darkness. Though Earmon held a facade of stoicism and bravery, the man shivered internally, his lungs breathing heavily, and his heart beating fast, as he was afraid of these alien creatures. "Us? We are not from here. We don't have a name for us. You can call us whatever you see fit," the creature replied, its voice a mingle of…-
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The group followed Winston through the snowy forest, a quiet and cold environment. Each step they took was filled with curiosity and caution, unsure of what they might discover. As far as they knew, it was some abandoned structure. The silence enveloped them all, only broken by their boots pressing onto the snow. As they walked along, the men had a gut-wrenching feeling that something was wrong. Despite walking for 4 minutes straight, they had not arrived at this so-called 'structure'. In the back of…
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22nd of Heinz, 5018. The bright yellow sun, which provided the realm with its yellow-golden light, was partially blocked by the dark grey clouds above the sky. Wandering around the thick, cold forest, were 5 men dripped out in cloaks and furry coats to keep themselves warm. Almost their entire skin was covered in clothing as they tugged through the snow-laden forest. Their hands were fitted with woolen gloves, their feet adorned with tall leather boots, and their faces shielded by goggles and…
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20th of Heinz, 5018. The embers crackled and flickered around in the fireplace, illuminating the opulent room with its orange light. The heat emanating from the fire provided a comforting warmth for the room's occupants, who sat there on a row of chairs, wearing 3 piece suits. On two of these dozen wooden chairs, sat Marco Dietrichson and Vice Grotti. The two were both dripped in a suit, waiting patiently for their turn. On Marco's lap, was a brown leather briefcase, filled up with documents and…
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15th of Heinz, 5018. It was another bright, beautiful morning in the city of Hoverdam. The clear blue sky gave no indication of any snow that will fall upon the city today. Inside a palace, a room was reserved and occupied by a bunch of military officers, all wearing some form of forest-green military uniform. These men, comprised of high-ranking military officials, were waiting for the Defense Minister to show his face. They were all instructed and informed by the man himself to come to his…
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13th of Heimz, 5018. Kant stood firm in his black suit, looking out of the glass window to gaze upon his magnificent industrial city. He could see the chimneys puffing out black smoke high into the sky, the steam trams moving around at high speeds, and the people going about their day, as they went over to work, to shop, and to learn. In just a matter of months, he had managed to turn this primitive pre-industrial merchant city, into an industrial manufacturing giant, producing large about of steel,…
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There was silence in the meeting room in which the ministers and the king occupied. The three had no idea what an airship was and required further elaboration from their king, who in their eyes, always managed to come up with wacky, yet revolutionary inventions. "Excuse me, sir, but I am afraid we do not understand. What is a Hot Air Balloon?" Carl, the director of the CIA queried the king, in a polite and friendly tone. "A Hot air balloon is an aircraft we can use to fly," Kant claimed. Another…
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"Now, I am sure that you all know what a cannon is?" he asked the ministers. Armstrong gave a strong nod, replying to Kant's question with a firm tone. "Indeed sir. A cannon is a large artillery piece that is usually mounted on wheels, designed to fire heavy projectiles over long distances." Armstrong then took a glance at the blueprint. Though his eyes may have a problem distinguishing colors from each other, he managed to make out nearly all the details, as if the blueprint was right in front of…
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The ministers all examine the blueprints with a sharp eyes, curious as to what they are meant to do. They tried looking around the blueprints for any descriptions written in black ink or pencil graphite, anything that could help them understand what the purpose of the device being depicted on the paper was. Yet in the end, all that they found were descriptions of the parts of the stage devices, and how they operated, next to an arrow pointing at the specific part. The blueprints themselves were…
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