[ Breaking away from the Company patrols, Sion rebuilds.
He'd accompanied a team of Enforcers on their morning routes if only to chart the locations of those storefronts and homes which had sustained damage first during the riots, and again in the midst of the gang-violence which had surfaced no sooner than the waves of insurrection had ebbed. Between Company inspections and visa checks (heightened, now, to content with the open hostility of civilians), and the skirmishes of those operating beneath the guise of the 'Resistance', noncombatant citizens have been left with precious little opportunity to repair all that had been broken. No hour of day, and certainly no hour of night, is entirely safe from the threat of disturbance borne from dissent, and that is why--...
The Director works to repair a shattered storefront window, the door kicked in, the shop itself ransacked and left in shambles.
Inside: the shop-owners and their children, calling plaintively for Sion by his title, his rank easily deciphered from the gold-colored emblem upon his shoulder armor. ]
Whoever was responsible for this will return. It may be today, tomorrow, or perhaps even a fortnight from now, but they will return, and I will not be here. [ As he answers their call, the sound of his voice becomes the center of a lost world, the humming touchstone that illuminates the cavernous darkness: ] But you will look after one another, find your strength, and continue to pursue your livelihood because there is meaning in that, purpose which no one – not I, the Company, nor any band of criminals – can take away from you.
I will tell you nothing else until I can tell you something hopeful and true. [ And perhaps some members of the family want to say no, but Sion's voice—gentle and kind, colored by understanding—does not invite defiance. ] Stay together and take heart.
[ ...and leave Sion to continue removing broken glass from the storefront window, the board he intends to replace it with lingering, yet, off to the side.
If you are Company, you might have chosen to follow him in thoughtful pursuit after he broke from the patrol. If you are a passerby, you may just be glad to walk down a (relatively) quiet street, free from the chaos of days past.
OPEN | Westerley, W7D3 - W7D5
He'd accompanied a team of Enforcers on their morning routes if only to chart the locations of those storefronts and homes which had sustained damage first during the riots, and again in the midst of the gang-violence which had surfaced no sooner than the waves of insurrection had ebbed. Between Company inspections and visa checks (heightened, now, to content with the open hostility of civilians), and the skirmishes of those operating beneath the guise of the 'Resistance', noncombatant citizens have been left with precious little opportunity to repair all that had been broken. No hour of day, and certainly no hour of night, is entirely safe from the threat of disturbance borne from dissent, and that is why--...
The Director works to repair a shattered storefront window, the door kicked in, the shop itself ransacked and left in shambles.
Inside: the shop-owners and their children, calling plaintively for Sion by his title, his rank easily deciphered from the gold-colored emblem upon his shoulder armor. ]
Whoever was responsible for this will return. It may be today, tomorrow, or perhaps even a fortnight from now, but they will return, and I will not be here. [ As he answers their call, the sound of his voice becomes the center of a lost world, the humming touchstone that illuminates the cavernous darkness: ] But you will look after one another, find your strength, and continue to pursue your livelihood because there is meaning in that, purpose which no one – not I, the Company, nor any band of criminals – can take away from you.
I will tell you nothing else until I can tell you something hopeful and true. [ And perhaps some members of the family want to say no, but Sion's voice—gentle and kind, colored by understanding—does not invite defiance. ] Stay together and take heart.
[ ...and leave Sion to continue removing broken glass from the storefront window, the board he intends to replace it with lingering, yet, off to the side.
If you are Company, you might have chosen to follow him in thoughtful pursuit after he broke from the patrol. If you are a passerby, you may just be glad to walk down a (relatively) quiet street, free from the chaos of days past.
Either way: lend him a hand? ]