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The
coming and going of the surf is what woke him up. He stood up slowly, gathering
his bearings. He was naked. He was on a beach. A mask lay in the sand a short
distance beside him. He picked it up, fitting it over his face. Now he was
clothed. He knew what he had to do.
Elsewhere
in time and space, a man and a woman spoke in a darkened room. A desktop lamp
was the only source of light.
“Well,
that’s everything.” The man said.
“Jesus,
that’s a thick file.” The woman replied, impressed.
“A
lot of stuff happened. You know how many interviews we had to conduct, how we
had to fight for every scrap of information.”
“And
now it’s going to be stuck in a filing cabinet to gather dust?”
“That’s
right. It’s kind of a shame.”
The
woman sighed.
“Well,
what are you going to do? Another day, another dollar. What are we going to
call it?”
“Is
there really one name you could give to something like this?”
“I
think it’d be an even bigger shame to leave it as “REPORT NUMBER FOUR ZERO ZERO
FOUR”
“That’s
true… in that case, I think there’s only one word that could sum all of this
shit up.”
“What’s
that?”
UNTITLED
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So this is essentially the prologue to the work. I figure the masked man (Catalyst, his name might be) needed an earlier appearance so that people aren't as confused when he shows up later. It's also part of the explanation for the novel's title.
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Surrounded by winds of an imminent winter, two
teenagers stood in front of a prefabricated, nearly windowless slab of
concrete. Much of the multi-storied building was covered up by a giant poster.
CITIZENS!
DO YOUR DUTY FOR YOUR WORLD AND THE CONFEDERACY!
DESTROY THE TRANS-GALACTIC MENACE!
On the poster, a stern-faced confederate marine
thrust out a black gloved hand at the audience, beckoning them towards him.
Above and behind him, a blood red wheel floated ominously. DSC-branded rifles
pointed outward from the edges of the poster, aimed at the threatening Wheel.
One of the teenagers, a boy, sighed. The other, a girl, looked at him with
concern. The boy was tall, standing a head higher than the girl. His deep brown
eyes matched his long brown hair perfectly, today mostly hidden under a toque.
His jacket, dark grey, was fully buttoned, stopping just above his knees where
it revealed white pants and boots. The girl’s black, shoulder-length hair covered
her left eye, restrained by a pair of white earmuffs, matching her long white
coat. Her eyes, bright blue, contrasted starkly with her pale skin.
“We can’t put it off anymore.” She said to him. The
sound of her voice came over to him slowly, calmly, whispered words on a winter
wind. The boy bowed his head.
“Seventeen…” He mumbled, raising his head, staring
with contempt at the marine on the poster. “They made it seventeen…”
“Today’s the last day.” She said, lightly tugging
on his arm. “We’ve gotta go.”
“Son of a bitch.” He muttered, walking
with the girl towards the recruitment office. The blowing snow overtook them,
taking the girl away and bringing the boy hurtling back into the tumultuous
present.
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This is a flashback in episode 2. A young Jay and a *~mysterious~* girl are conscripted into the Confederate Army. This is part of a series of flashbacks to flesh out Jay's character and his past - which is going to be expanded on much further in the mythical episode 7.
I'll post some more of these tomorrow.
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