“Alright, talk to all of you later!” said Eva. She waved at the EyeCast and ended her stream. She was previously discussing a few things with Miko, the family, and Mack. Their numbers had done a little better and reached some people on both sides, but the results weren’t mind-blowing.  Not that any of them expected it - growth always took time. And effort. That said, it would also benefit them greatly if they had a strong start. They had taken down any videos they had published previously, and only uploaded the one they had recently created. It was a strong “first” video, but Eva reasoned that their followup ‘casts needed to be better. To help build the snowball’s momentum, that sort of thing. All of them decided to

Amal had spent a great deal of time ruminating about applying for citizenship at the Federation. She had become distrustful and disillusioned of offers such as those.  In her old life, she and her family had been offered asylum by a few governments, but she had learned that there were ulterior motives behind them. Some of her friends and acquaintances who had gone to those other countries and experienced those tragedies had warned her. They often used the refugees as political leverage, and this never bode well in the long term. After all, once their usefulness had run out, there was no longer a need to continue supporting them. Many found themselves living in abject poverty, having been forgotten and abandoned by their new hosts. Although Amal had been lucky wi

Amal woke up with a start and quickly looked around to get her bearings, but her sight was hazy at best. She saw that she was in a dark room, and could tell that there were a number of other people there. But before she could take a better look, or even ask what was going on, pain suddenly flashed through her head. She felt the pounding sensation of a migraine take root at her temples, which then slowly spread everywhere. Amal groaned as her hands went up to her head to massage it, but found part of it wrapped in some sort of cloth. It felt a little damp under her fingers, so she brought them in front of her so she could take a better look.  Her eyes had trouble focusing, so it took her a few moments to realize that she had blood on her hands. It seemed her head

The Seven spent the next few hours building their dossiers. As Locke mentioned, going after Nightmare meant finding all his associates as well. It wasn’t enough to just go after him - his entire outfit needed to be removed. To do that, they pulled together all kinds of information gathered from all sorts of sources, and sifted through the things they needed - names, associates, places they frequented, and so on. By the end, they had built a rather long list of names. Nightmare, of course, along with 21 of his associates. All of them were refugee players, and were stronger, tougher, and smarter. Well, supposedly smarter, anyway. Eva surmised that they had played Bellum Aeterna for years, and were incredibly familiar with each other. They no doubt worked very well toge

Amal sat on the roof of one of the silos on the farm. She peered through an optical monoscope at the land around her. As she scanned the horizon, she caught sight of a frigate in the distance. It was accompanied by a handful of fighters. They were all descending carefully. The readings on her monoscope showed that the ships were roughly ten thousand meters away. It was further than even simple sensors could pick up. And certainly further than what the naked eye could see. Amal immediately told the rest of her team through her DI. --- Amal: You were right. Nightmare and his gang really showed up.