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Sonic walked out of the ballroom. What was that explosion from Fiona? Her breath smelled like alcohol, so she was probably not fully clear in the head. That being said, Sonic didn't feel like fighting her. He was tired, and there wasn't really a lot there at the feast. Sonic was sure that everyone would sort everything out, he didn't need to be there.
"Sonic? What's wrong with you?" Sally's voice said from behind him. Sonic turned to her.
"I just don't feel like staying here. I'm going home. I'll come get you in a couple of days. I know you probably like this stuff more than me." Sonic mumbled, feeling sort of bad that he was abandoning her.
Sally recoiled at his comment, "What's wrong? Did something happen?"
Sonic put up his best smile, "I just don't really enjoy this stuff. I… I'm kind of uncomfortable."
Sally opened her mouth to protest, but then closed her eyes and mouth. She nodded slowly, "I understand. I'll try to keep everything under control. If you need anything, let me know, and I'll help you."
Sonic nodded, before walking down the hall. At the entrance, Sonic saw his uncle, waiting there in his brown coat with his glasses on his face. He was sitting against the wall, eating some kind of jerky.
"Sonny boy? Where are you going?" Chuck asked, apparently seeing Sonics depressed face. Sonic couldn't hide how bad he felt. "Hey… are you all right?"
Sonic slumped against the wall next to his uncle, "I'm tired… I thought this would get easier. It's just exhausting. I don't like being a noble. I don't like being a lord. I don't have the energy to do this stuff."
Chuck chewed on his jerky while nodding, "That's why you need to do it."
Sonic blinked, "What?"
Chuck shook his head, "There are so many nobles who live for themselves. They don't take care of the people they are supposed to. They have easy lives and don't have a lot of stress. Good nobles take care of those people, and suffer, but for them leadership is a responsibility. You're doing good Sonic, and I know you will keep doing good."
Sonic groaned, "I don't want to keep doing good anymore. I just want to go back to running around, you know… being free."
Chuck sighed, and looked somewhat reluctant to tell Sonic what was on his mind ,"Sonny, you don't have that luxury anymore. It's time to grow up. I'm getting old, and we need mature adults to take our spot."
Sonic felt… shocked by that. He was expecting Chuck to try and console him. To help him out. He felt a little angry Chuck wasn't.
Chuck sighed, "I get it, you wanted to be told you can go back to being a kid. That's not possible anymore Sonic. You get older, and you get responsibilities. It's just part of growing up."
Sonic wanted to stay mad, but He really couldn't deny it. It just sucked. He thought about Rosemary's offer to him.
"Your husband's not going to cut me in half for this is he?" Sonic asked as they rocked back and forth.
"He understands the political dance." Rosemary confirmed, before stating, "I appreciate your coming support. Perhaps there will be peace even in the absence of Nagus."
Sonic nodded, "We can't really afford to fight each other right now. I feel like Eggman is just getting warmed up."
Rosemary nodded, "Which is why we at the republic have come up with an offer for you."
Chuck asked, "I suppose she tried to offer the throne?"
Sonic blinked, "You knew?" That was surprising.
Chuck nodded, "I'm on the council, remember." That was surprising Sonic could forget such important details.
Sonic nodded, "Yeah… she offered it to me."
"What did you say?" Chuck asked, but his tone seemed to indicate he already knew.
"I said no. I don't want to be king. She doesn't want me to be king either, she just wants someone to keep the title so nobles won't revolt." Sonic groaned, feeling stressed just thinking about the job.
"I told her that, but she wanted to try anyway. Hamlin and I actually agreed on something for once, although I think you aren't quite loved with Hamlin as much as you are with me." Chuck laughed lightly. Sonic couldn't help it either. He was tired.
Chuck then sighed, "The truth is, Rosemary wants to create a pure republic. She thinks we don't need a monarch anymore. You being… well you means that we could essentially run it as a republic, with you serving as a tie breaker."
Sonic nodded slowly. He hadn't thought of it that way. "Why did Nagus leave? He worked so hard to get the throne, and screwed us over just to get it."
Chuck's face turned oddly frustrated and serious, "I don't know. Perhaps he was being a child. The Council has more power than Nagus. We can veto anything he proposes. Maybe he decided to throw a fit?" Chuck frowned, his face becoming more troubled.
"I couple other theories that are… scary. Don't worry about them though. You don't need anymore trouble, just go and try to do whatever work you need to get done." Chuck tried to smile away his theories.
"Like what?" Sonic found there was a lot of fun in discovering the unknown, but it was frustrating when the unknown was out of reach. He wanted to find out the truth.
Chuck opened his mouth before shaking his head, "I don't think you need to worry about it."
Sonic decided to try something to get his uncle to talk, "We heard from Geoffrey that Nagus was getting advice from someone… The Wolverine. We came here because we thought Nagus was going to try to become a dictator."
Chuck nodded, his face being disturbed, "That was one idea. The Wolverine is beast though. Most of the council thinks he is too much of a brute to think of any clever political movement."
Sonic gazed carefully at his uncle, "What do you think?"
Chuck took a moment, before sighing in frustration, " I think the beast is smarter than we realize. I think he's capable of a lot good, and a lot bad. What will happen, will happen. I don't know how much we can do to stop it."
Sonic blinked at Chuck, "Do you need help?"
Chuck thought for a moment, before shaking his head, "No… No, go home, get some sleep. You need to rest. I know I told you about responsibilities, but you also need to make time for yourself. Rest is rust, but a restless mind is a problem for a restless body."
Sonic frowned, but he understood, "Goodbye Uncle Chuck." He left and began to take off his suit. He still felt bad leaving Sally. Maybe he should stay and support her?
Sonic had to give himself a mental scolding. Sally was a big girl, and she was certainly better behaved than he was. She knew how to handle herself. Still, part of him thought that she wanted to do this to spend more time with him.
Sonic shook his head. He was tired, and there things that needed to done. He held the suit to his chest, and took off for Roja. His amazing speed made the journey short. Of course, it was dark out, but Sonic simply walked up to his Manor, and walked inside. It was dark inside.
Sonic still found his way through the large building and crawled inside the room that he was pretty sure was his own. Sonic found his way to his room, and laid down.
Unfortunately, he couldn't sleep. Fiona's words rippled in the back of his head. Was he really that bad? Was he somehow sending signals that she was taking the wrong way? He turned on to his side.
Fiona… He liked her, at least enough to keep her as a friend. He didn't want her to get hurt by him. But was that his fault? Something happened to him when they were dancing. It felt… weird. He wanted to sleep. Of course it wouldn't come so easy. He got frustrated.
Sonic told himself that he wasn't going to try anything with anyone for a while. He was tired of feeling hurt, tired of getting slapped, insulted, injured. He needed a break.
Sonic forced himself to close his eyes and go to sleep. Back to the adventures of Johan. Sonic would take anything at that point.
He kept his eyes closed. He kept them closed. He kept them closed. Why wasn't he sleeping?!
Sonic shouted, "WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME!" He raised himself up just to slam himself back down. Of course, he wasn't a bed, which was a slight oversight on his part. The back of his head hurt from the impact.
Sonic sighed, and rolled over. Surely he would be fine. It would probably wouldn't cause any problems… He hoped. Sonic closed his eyes, and tried to ignore the pain in the back of his head.
Eventually, he opened his eyes… inside a concrete bunker. There, Johan resided, with the woman with white hair. Her hair had been torn down from its last state, her cheeks were greasy, and she had some gashed from what were apparently grazes. She had her rifle aimed out the slit of the bunker, firing and pulling the pin back.
Johan however, was inside the bunker and aiming further inside with his revolver. Sonic heard gruff shouts as the Shadows rifles emerged from a corner. Johan fired before the first one could respond, and fired a second shot at the next one.
"Don't you dare say "I told you so!"" The Woman shouted, reloading her rifle.
"Where are your forces?" Johan shouted, as the bunker shook.
"They're… not coming." The Woman sighed, slumping behind the concrete, "I didn't tell anyone we were going because I wanted to take this bunker first."
"You wanted to Assault a bunker with two people?" Johan sighed in disbelief as a shadow ran around the corner, a blade on his rifle sticking straight out. Johan jerked around fired into the creature's chest, and fired again in its head.
"They set a trap!" The Girl Shouted, rising up and aiming her rifle out the slit of the bunker.
"They didn't set a trap! They were switching posts!" Johan shouted, before sighing, "I probably would have done the same damn thing, but-" His voice was cut off when a bullet whizzed through the air and hit his chest.
Johan fell backwards, and fired his revolver down the corridor three times. Two bullets came out. Johan growled, and rose, bleeding from his ribcage. He reached down and picked up a rifle from a fallen Shadow, and fired down the hallway as three Shadows came in.
Johan took a breath, clutching his rib as he growled, looking angry and furious. He pressed a lever on the side of his revolver, and reached in his coat to pull out some cluster mold of bullets. It seemed to speed up the loading process, and Johan closed the revolver.
He held the rifle under his left arm, and his revolver in his right hand. His left hand seemed to be on the trigger of the rifle, ready to fire from his hip.
The Woman called out, "Are you going to live?"
"I WON'T DIE HERE!" Johan shouted back, with grit teeth, right as the Shadows poured into the room.
Some boasted larger spikes on the back of their head. It didn't seem to make a difference as Johan fired the Revolver and rifle consecutively, dropping onto one knee.
Yet as the chaos swirled around them, With Johan firing the bolt action and reloading it with one hand as he fired his revolver with the other, something strange happened. Sonic saw what looked like… a hand. It was weird, but the hand seemed to wrap around Johan with air. The bullets never struck the hand.
Johan's grunts and growls raged the enemies poured in, but they never seemed to land a hit.
After what was probably ten minutes, but felt like an hour, the explosions outside stopped. The Woman ran and threw open a metal door as Johan shouted and fired more down the corridor in an enraged battle cry.
A couple of paler men ran inside, followed by the feminine form that was obscured by the helmet and face cloth. Sonic saw Johan's Soldiers rush forward as Johan tried to move up. The woman who seemed to be in his army grabbed him by the chest and dragged him back.
"We'll take it from here, you're hurt!" She shouted through her cloth, but her eyes looked terrified.
"I'll be fine! Kill those bastards!" Johan shouted, wincing in pain.
His guard seemed somewhat relieved. Johan smiled up, "What, you think this will… kill me?" He gasped in pain.
"No… No it won't. Nothing seems to kill you." She laughed in relief, she brushed a couple of her dark hairs back into her helmet, "Which is good. I don't think the Teskans would treat me like you do."
Johan snorted as a man ran up with a bag and bandages.
Sonic's eyes opened to the bright light shining through his window. He wanted breakfast, which meant a trip into the city. Sonic stood up and put on his limited attire before stepping outside. It was there that he saw the first patch of grass, just barely sticking up over the snow. Winter was finally starting to end.
Sonic found the air to be a little chilling, but he kept moving. Winter was coming to a close, but that didn't mean it was warm just yet. He found his way to the market, where there wasn't a lot going on. Sonic opted to buy some jerky that he was pretty sure was underpriced, but he took it back to his estate.
Sonic sat down, alone, and chewed the hard meat that was salty. He sighed to himself. Sonic felt alone, like he was missing out on a party. Yes, he left and didn't want to get involved, but He still… wanted to be apart. It was a weird storm of emotions. Sonic needed someone to hang out with.
He chewed the rest of the jerky and ran out straight up to freedom HQ. Maybe Tails was in there? Sonic felt a little excited at the thought. It had been a while since they had hung out. He blew into the doors, and ran to Tails' room… Which was empty.
Sonic blinked, "What?"
"Oh, Hi Sugah Hog, how are you?" Bunnie's voice asked as her door opened. Sonic turned and saw she was still in her night gown. Rabbit Pajamas? Sonic was expecting carrots instead, was he terrible for that? Sonic shook his head.
"I'm good, where's Tails?" Sonic asked, feeling slightly lost.
"Oh, The little fella got called home by his momma. I'm sure he'll be back." Bunnie smiled, before blinked a few times, "I'm going to get some coffee."
Sonic nodded as she left. He needed to hang out with someone else. Why didn't he see Tails at the party? Or did he and just not notice?
Sonic shook his head, of course he would have noticed Tails. Sonic would talk with him later. Sonic had a task to focus on: Finding someone to hang out with. He could hang out with Children over at the orphanage?
Sonic didn't really think he could spend too much time with them before getting bored, but he definitely should have paid them a visit.
Sonic bolted out the Headquarters and down into the town. He took a few turns here, a few shifts there, and found himself at the orphanage, the playground he paid for still alive despite the temperature.
He walked up to the door and walked inside. Sonic was surprised to find his friendly… or rather not-hostile badger friend sitting there, talking with the old possum who seemed quite interested in what Sticks had to say.
Sonic waited, not entirely sure that his simple check up was the same as what Sticks was doing. She simply said, "Da said I could bring it to you. He even wanted me too, but he is too stubborn to admit it."
"But it is such fine meat? We can't accept this, dearest." The old possum smiled and shook her head.
Sticks growled, "If you reject my Da's gifts, he's not going to be happy." She seemed really dedicated to giving the basket of goods to the Possum.
Sonic cleared his throat, "Hey… What's going on?"
Sticks turned to see Sonic, "My da is giving them fine venison from the hunt, and she isn't taking it!"
Sonic blinked, "Why not?"
"I can't take a fine gift-" The possum shook her head.
Sonic frowned, "Just take it. I'm sure it's all good on Stick and her Family's end. They wouldn't give it if they couldn't afford it." Sonic honestly questioned if they had money. They seemed pretty content to just eat and live up there.
The possum nodded slowly, after seeming to debate it with herself, "Very well, I am very thankful for your generosity." The possum bowed her head.
Sticks smiled, "Da really thinks it is a good and faithful gesture."
Sonic smiled. Ceawlin was a good guy, regardless of how isolated he was. Sonic found himself oddly curious. Ceawlin could have made himself know, but he seemed to just stay on the mountain. It was weird.
The possum smiled at Sonic, "Hello Dear, did you have something to ask? Perhaps you want to adopt one of these young children?"
Sonic blinked, and shook his head, "Woah, no, sorry. I… uh…. I am barely a teenager myself."
The possum nodded sadly, "I understand."
There was a moment of silence between them, before Sonic smiled, "Do you need anything?"
The possum sighed, "I need parents for these kids. They are all growing up, and don't have a father or mother." She slumped down. Sonic wanted to help, but he didn't know what to do.
Then it hit him, "Hey, What if you stood in on stage at the next festival? You could tell the city about these kids, and maybe someone would adopt them?"
"Would you do that for me?" The possum gasped in disbelief.
"Yeah… it's for the kid right?" Sonic smiled.
The possum nodded, "Thank you, Thank you so much."
Sonic turned and left. He was met by Sticks outside, "SO… You are back, how was the war?"
Sonic frowned, "Tough, exhausting. We won, but man.. I'm tired." Sonic sighed.
She sighed, and walked off the steps, which Sonic followed, "You get to have all of the glory. I wanted to go so badly, but Da won't let me."
Sonic sighed, following her, "It wasn't fun, It was painful. Peopled died." As he said that, Sticks seemed ever more excited by the idea.
"I should have been there." Stick jumped up and down, before stopping, "Why aren't you at a feast? Don't leader's usually celebrate a win?"
Sonic frowned, and he followed her towards the gate, "I… I didn't really enjoy the feast. A bunch of pompous nobles, and a lot happened. I just want to relax."
Sticks frowned, stopping outside the city gates, "Follow me. We'll host a feast for you."
Sonic blinked, "Why? I'm not from your little settlement. You don't have to do that."
"You should be honored. Warriors… should be honored. I'm sure Da won't mind." Sticks smiled, and led Sonic towards the mountains faster than he expected. Sonic picked her up, and zipped up the mountain, stopping at the gateway so Rough and Tumble could see him.
"Oh… Sticks, you bringing a boy home?" Rough taunted.
Tumble sighed, "Don't be mean." He still had a smile on his face.
Sticks jumped out of Sonic's arms, panting a little, probably from shock. She staggered forward, and seemed to talk with her brothers.
Sonic waited outside the gate. Sticks entered, but as Sonic walked up, Rough stopped him, " You need to wait."
Sonic blinked. Was it really that much of a surprise? Sonic didn't have a lot to do while he waited. He probably should have gone back and tried to help his city, but Sonic did agree to wait outside the estate.
Was it worth it. Absolutely.
Sticks finally came out a few hours later. Sonic sat down at the large table… which was outside. It was strange, but Sonic saw meats, and vegetables brought out. The Sweet Barley beer was served in a wooden cup. But everything was… loud… alive. He saw the people laughing at the table.
Ceawlin stood up as the food was being distributed, "Mighty God, who ensured the victory of our neighbors, thank you. Mighty God who protected us from starvation, and gave us struggle to grow, thank you. Mighty God who allowed my daughter's friend to return, thank you. Please bless our food, our bodies, and our lands. Amen." He said in what was called a "prayer".
Sonic saw the food passed around, and people talked to each other. They didn't hush down or plot. Sticks sat by Sonic and squeezed his hand, as a young boar sang from the end of the table, "I hope you find the feast to your liking?"
Sonic nodded, "It's fantastic." The boar sang… and odd song. A song he had never heard.
Sticks caught his confusion, "We don't really sing Songs, unless they are written in saga. We sing our hearts. Apparently, Johan the Great said it produced the sweetest tune."
Sonic nodded. He liked that. The heart makes the sweetest tune.
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Fiona stood back at the road, the fork looking bloody and soft. Fiona saw the hill of the forest seemed to wash down into the jungle marsh. The water that housed the shack seemed to have turned bloody from the run off.
"Come on… You know what you'll end up doing. All of lies we tell ourselves can't hide who we really are." The dark hooded figure laughed.
Fiona growled, "I told you already, I'm not wasting a third chance at a good life!" Fiona faltered. She felt… unnatural. It didn't sit right with her. She didn't want to make a decision just yet. There had to be an easy way to go. Maybe she should just go downhill?
"Come on… you know-… who are you?" The dark hooded figure turned as light from the forest came out. It took on a form that was fuzzy, not quite impossible to look at. It seemed to take the form of a human.
The figure didn't speak. It just stretched out a hand. He wanted her to come to the forest. Fiona didn't know anything about this thing, but he felt… warm, comforting.
The dark hooded figure growled, "She needs to make this decision on her own! You don't get to interfere!" The hooded figure stomped their feet angrily.
Fiona hesitated. Who ever this new figure was, Fiona wasn't sure she was ready for the commitment. But the hand still stretched out.
The Dark hooded figure shouted, "Come on! You know that life is boring. You can try that later! Live your life now!"
Fiona closed her eyes, and took the hand. Nothing happened. Fiona expected herself to teleport to the house. Why didn't anything change?
The figure took a step back, causing Fiona's arm to stretch out. She could still let go… or… she could meet this figure in the middle, once again. If she did, she would cross the line.
The ground began to rumble, but the figure remained firm. Fiona jerked awake in the carriage. Her brother and his wife seemed to be asleep. Alister was also asleep, but resting his head on her lap.
Fiona smiled and rubbed the young kit's face. The little guy had been through a lot over the course of the last four days. So much was happening in the kingdom.
The carriage seemed to stop in town. Fiona got out and stretched her legs as the horses were fed and watered. She also rearranged the back purse under her dress. She heard the jingling of jewelry she had… acquired. Thankfully, the carriage had enough moving parts that no one noticed the sound on the road, but she still wanted to keep it down.
Fiona walked inside the small town. She walked along the streets, hoping to maybe find something to do or eat in the town. As she walked, her eyes focused on something she would have never focused on before.
An old mobian, sitting on the ground with a small bowl next to his feet… or rather foot. Fiona saw that his leg seemed to have been amputated, possible from an injury. His outfit seemed to be a sergeant from a war.
"Spare something for an old veteran, miss?" He pleaded, trying to stand up.
Fiona shook her head, and kept moving. It wasn't her job… and besides… someone else would take care of him. Fiona just kept moving. A gold chain from her pouch would probably feed him for a few months, but that was hers…
Fiona closed her eyes and growled. She saw a place to eat, a place she could go and forget about the strange old guy who haunted her mind. Fiona walked towards it… before slumping down. She really wasn't going to forget about him… was she? Of course not.
Fiona sighed, and looked up at the sky. She turned around. Fine… she'd appease the stupid conscious thing. She continued back down the road, feeling her feet grow heavier with each step. Did she really have to be so soft?
She growled to herself. Why did she have to get a conscious now?
Fiona found her way back to the old man with one leg. She slumped over him. She felt her hand reach into her back, and open the pouch. She pulled out the fine gold chain, with its craftmanship, a legendary perfection within each link. It must have taken months to produce.
Fiona stretched out her hand. She didn't have to do this. He would have been fine without it. Why did he deserve it? She saw his uniform. She was a veteran as well. She felt her hand retract somewhat. She stole it fair and square.
Fiona almost laughed to herself. It wasn't nice to him, but the world wasn't nice.
"Just go." The old guy sighed. He sounded… so pitiful. "They all do."
Fiona felt something inside her… break. She dropped the chain and turned around. Better to not be seen. Fiona didn't want to even think about it any…more? The Strangest feeling emerged inside Fiona.
Her face couldn't hide the smile on her face. Fiona felt surprisingly happy, or rather, not sad. She felt nice.
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Johan entered the large city, which now held an air of concern and confusion. Johan made a rare assumption that the people had heard of Nagus's abdication. Now, it was a matter of time. That was annoying.
The time could be used to build up, but Johan found the idea of simply waiting for things to come his way to be a fools game. He could make things work for him. He was very deliberate with his desires. All he needed was to make sure that a noble did not take the throne so quickly… although Nagus was quickly approaching a level of uselessness that would make him more problematic to work with than anything.
Johan's personal beliefs pushed a thought of frustration. Why shouldn't a strong noble rule the kingdom? Johan had his choice on who would rule, but the right of the strong was far more effective than a personal claim.
Johan knew why. An internal conflict would fester, and likely burst at the worst time. A weakened kingdom would be far too vulnerable, and would take far too long to rebuild. Still, the threat and gloom needed to exist.
Johan approached the palace, with the confused guards holding their weapons half armed, half resting. They did not seem to know their role, as the throne room had become a place of debate for the republic. The one good thing that a republic had over the other modern governments was its open nature.
Johan simply pushed past the guards, who no longer had a reason to stop him. He entered the fine palace, a place excess and pleasantries. Johan hated those pleasantries… to an extent. Perhaps a brief period of relaxation could help a leader clear their mind. Still, the constant presence of luxury was a scourge on good leadership.
He approached the large doors, now enraged by the visions in his head. Johan pushed them open to find the seven seats sitting at an elevated position. The center, largest one, was empty. A place for the king.
"Ah, our first visitor, You- It's you?" The Pig snorted in surprise. He lacked the tusk of the fearsome boar, a beast which the Saxons respected with the highest form. He was domesticated, tame, weak.
"I have come with a simple proposition." Johan asserted, not interested in the formalities or wastes of time.
The fox woman turned, along with a strange blue Garden Defender, older and lighter than Sonic. Perhaps there was a relation between them. "I suppose we should hear it."
"I propose a campaign into the desert lands to secure the resources and bolster your defenses." Johan laid out.
The Fox questioned, "Secure?"
The Garden defender squinted, "Resources?"
Johan nodded, "Indeed, I would like to enforce the will of this kingdom on the desert lands to secure the oil in the region."
"Why would we do this?" The Fox squinted. A fair leader, with scrutiny over the proposition.
"My ship requires fuel to run. Your enemy seems to also use the oil. You would deny him the valuable resources to wage a proper war against you." Johan nodded, almost smiling, "It is fair offer, I get what I want, and you receive a breather while your government slowly crumples."
The pig immediately stood up, "Absolutely not!" He was panicked, clearly have more of an investment than simple fear of over extension.
The Council turned to Hamlin, with the Blue Garden Defender mumbling, "That is not your decision to make, Hamlin."
Johan nodded. Perhaps they would see the wisdom.
The Fox, Rosemary, stood up, "I do not support this action. I feel like our forces are needed here. With the recent abdication of the former king, I cannot consciously extend our forces far away when our home is in peril."
Johan wanted to growl and snap at her. But her words did hold sound reason. Unfortunately.
The council members nodded, and they universally disagreed. Johan shouldn't have been surprised. New republics were cautious. Still his anger burned as their votes were extended, "We reject your proposal."
Johan sighed angrily, "For now." He turned around and crawled back towards the doors. It didn't matter. He would bide his time.
Johan exited the palace and saw the old wrinkled troll, passing out food for the poor and homeless. A good action, but Johan knew it was all for his own gain. The man lacked any semblance of being a king. Still, he had his uses.
Johan walked past him, spotting the fake, blatant smile that existed purely to seem more compassionate than he was. The people took the food, which meant the plan was working as intended.
He returned to his ship, and sat down, to examine the vile roboticizer. He had time, so he would work to crack the machine's secrets.
Johan set the apple down in the chamber, and fired the machine.
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Alright, I've finally pulled ahead. I've written lovely fun stuff….
We will be briefly switching over to the older style, with two smaller chapters a week.
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