Lady Tigeress- I suppose it was rather convienent. Well, it is so only he knows who he is talking about in the journal. Yeah, it is rather nice. The mole may or may not come into play, that is rather hard to explain, it will coe out in this chapter. I hoped you won't, I am going to try to make it harder to catch me in something else. Thanks for reviewing.
Mithros- Yup, I know that the letters are confusing, but they are nessecary for what this chapter does to work out right. You won't find out who they are, you would only find that he doesn't want people who read the journal to know who did what. Thanks for your review.
pushpitake- Well, they are probably closer to the roman slaves. Freedom does not exist, and respect is only given to the ruling class, aka the government. Once you are a slave you are a slave until you die or until you are set "free". Anyone without the indentification marks of the ruling class is allowed to be captured as a slave. Thanks for reviewing.
Author's Note: I'm sorry about the delay, but my brother's girlfriend is here, and I can't write with her around. To make up for your patience I made this chapter longer than the rest, and I think that it is my best chapter yet. Enjoy.
Chapter 6
I'm Kira Peacecraft, daughter of Xander Yuy-Grey (Peacecraft) and Alicia Polucks, granddaughter of Heeroness Yuy and Thomas Grey, great granddaughter of Heero Yuy and Relena Peacecraft. I have taken control of the Rebellion, which makes it the forth generation. This generation will do nothing other than train our children, as right now the government is being too watchful. All calls are traced and only those with proper government access can get onto the internet, and even that is traced and limited. No one is allow out of their house or into anywhere else with out the proper authorization papers. The slave market is closed for the time being, as there was a "dangerous and vicious plot to overthrow the government, and kill all those in power" as Connie Chang said on her public access show. It's all BS as you well know if you've been reading this journal and aren't part of the government. I shall train my child, when I have one, to carry on the Rebellion.
You are probably curious as to what has happened since my father's last entry. My father was paraniod from the time he started writing in this journal. That is a given fact that shows from the way he wrote. All those letters rather than names, all the times he stopped himself from putting details into this journal, the way he merticulasly recorded each mission, his refusal to put even a basic outline of his whole plan for the rebellion, he even refused to tell me or one of my siblings. You didn't know him, but you didn't have to, not if you read this journal. Go on, look back, reread my paranoid father's entries, see his lunicy unmasked.
You are probably thinking that it is harsh that I call my father a lunitic, but know you this I may call him father,but he is not my father, not in my head or heart. His blood may run through my veins, but if I could cut myself and bleed only his blood out I would. My father was a cold-blood, cruel, harsh, arrogant jerk. He cared only for his rebellion and the missions. Not for me, nor my mother, nor any of my loving, beautiful siblings. The only reason I will carry on the rebellion is because it is a good cause turned bad by my father...
But never mind that right now, I was going to tell you what has happened between the last entry and this one. The remenants of what was the third generation of the rebellion have been driven undergound. I should probably start the telling of the tale by stating that it is my father's paranoia that brought the third generation of the rebellion to this condition. It was, in the end, my father's carefully laid sercurity measures that doomed us. The last entry was a mission log, after that he decided it was too dangerous to have "evidence" against the third generation of the rebellion lying around for "the mole" to find.There was no mole. There never was a mole. The mole was only a figment of my father's paranoid and overactive imagination. Three people loyal to our cause were killed for supposedly being the mole. My father decided after the third "mole" was killed that we had gotten all of them and we could start with his master plan, at least that is what he told the third generation of the rebellion. He told them his plan, he said that it was his whole plan, but it wasn't. He withheld key information from the troupes of the third generation, the troupes who were to take over the government. He withheld information that would have saved the lives of over ninty people. He withheld information that meant the difference between success and failure, life and death.
My father married my mother inbetween the deaths of the first and second "mole". It was not a love match by any means, but my father felt it nessary to marry to have someone to take over the rebellion after he died. He picked my mother because she was a loyal participant of the rebellion, and because she was compatible, and because she would bear children well, not for love. There are six of us children in total, me, Jake, Drew, Jay, Resse, and Alex. I was my father's favorite because I, unfortunately, look like him and was tested as a three year old with the resault of extroidenarily high intellect. I don't care, he never loved me, or even the little ones. He only cared about what people could do for him. Jake is the handsome one, out of all of us. Drew is the logical one. Jay is the tom-boy. Resse is the girly-girl. and Alex is the baby, everyone loves him and he loves everyone, he is very sweet. But my father loved none of us.
The missing patrol was indeed sold as slaves, and were never recovered. The government, and schools were indeed infiltrated. My father created the biggest generation of the rebellion, since the first generation of the rebellion. We still have about three spies in the government. On them is our hope centered, and it is all my father's fault. If curseing a person's name does them evil, even when they are dead, then my father must be writhing with pain, as many people contine to curse him, curse the fact that he lived, cursed the fact that he died leaving us in this mess. I think that my father was only person who is hate by both our group and the government, and the ingnorant masses.
I will not be recording another entry in this journal, but I will pass it down to my child, when I have one.
Mithros- Yup, I know that the letters are confusing, but they are nessecary for what this chapter does to work out right. You won't find out who they are, you would only find that he doesn't want people who read the journal to know who did what. Thanks for your review.
pushpitake- Well, they are probably closer to the roman slaves. Freedom does not exist, and respect is only given to the ruling class, aka the government. Once you are a slave you are a slave until you die or until you are set "free". Anyone without the indentification marks of the ruling class is allowed to be captured as a slave. Thanks for reviewing.
Author's Note: I'm sorry about the delay, but my brother's girlfriend is here, and I can't write with her around. To make up for your patience I made this chapter longer than the rest, and I think that it is my best chapter yet. Enjoy.
Chapter 6
I'm Kira Peacecraft, daughter of Xander Yuy-Grey (Peacecraft) and Alicia Polucks, granddaughter of Heeroness Yuy and Thomas Grey, great granddaughter of Heero Yuy and Relena Peacecraft. I have taken control of the Rebellion, which makes it the forth generation. This generation will do nothing other than train our children, as right now the government is being too watchful. All calls are traced and only those with proper government access can get onto the internet, and even that is traced and limited. No one is allow out of their house or into anywhere else with out the proper authorization papers. The slave market is closed for the time being, as there was a "dangerous and vicious plot to overthrow the government, and kill all those in power" as Connie Chang said on her public access show. It's all BS as you well know if you've been reading this journal and aren't part of the government. I shall train my child, when I have one, to carry on the Rebellion.
You are probably curious as to what has happened since my father's last entry. My father was paraniod from the time he started writing in this journal. That is a given fact that shows from the way he wrote. All those letters rather than names, all the times he stopped himself from putting details into this journal, the way he merticulasly recorded each mission, his refusal to put even a basic outline of his whole plan for the rebellion, he even refused to tell me or one of my siblings. You didn't know him, but you didn't have to, not if you read this journal. Go on, look back, reread my paranoid father's entries, see his lunicy unmasked.
You are probably thinking that it is harsh that I call my father a lunitic, but know you this I may call him father,but he is not my father, not in my head or heart. His blood may run through my veins, but if I could cut myself and bleed only his blood out I would. My father was a cold-blood, cruel, harsh, arrogant jerk. He cared only for his rebellion and the missions. Not for me, nor my mother, nor any of my loving, beautiful siblings. The only reason I will carry on the rebellion is because it is a good cause turned bad by my father...
But never mind that right now, I was going to tell you what has happened between the last entry and this one. The remenants of what was the third generation of the rebellion have been driven undergound. I should probably start the telling of the tale by stating that it is my father's paranoia that brought the third generation of the rebellion to this condition. It was, in the end, my father's carefully laid sercurity measures that doomed us. The last entry was a mission log, after that he decided it was too dangerous to have "evidence" against the third generation of the rebellion lying around for "the mole" to find.There was no mole. There never was a mole. The mole was only a figment of my father's paranoid and overactive imagination. Three people loyal to our cause were killed for supposedly being the mole. My father decided after the third "mole" was killed that we had gotten all of them and we could start with his master plan, at least that is what he told the third generation of the rebellion. He told them his plan, he said that it was his whole plan, but it wasn't. He withheld key information from the troupes of the third generation, the troupes who were to take over the government. He withheld information that would have saved the lives of over ninty people. He withheld information that meant the difference between success and failure, life and death.
My father married my mother inbetween the deaths of the first and second "mole". It was not a love match by any means, but my father felt it nessary to marry to have someone to take over the rebellion after he died. He picked my mother because she was a loyal participant of the rebellion, and because she was compatible, and because she would bear children well, not for love. There are six of us children in total, me, Jake, Drew, Jay, Resse, and Alex. I was my father's favorite because I, unfortunately, look like him and was tested as a three year old with the resault of extroidenarily high intellect. I don't care, he never loved me, or even the little ones. He only cared about what people could do for him. Jake is the handsome one, out of all of us. Drew is the logical one. Jay is the tom-boy. Resse is the girly-girl. and Alex is the baby, everyone loves him and he loves everyone, he is very sweet. But my father loved none of us.
The missing patrol was indeed sold as slaves, and were never recovered. The government, and schools were indeed infiltrated. My father created the biggest generation of the rebellion, since the first generation of the rebellion. We still have about three spies in the government. On them is our hope centered, and it is all my father's fault. If curseing a person's name does them evil, even when they are dead, then my father must be writhing with pain, as many people contine to curse him, curse the fact that he lived, cursed the fact that he died leaving us in this mess. I think that my father was only person who is hate by both our group and the government, and the ingnorant masses.
I will not be recording another entry in this journal, but I will pass it down to my child, when I have one.