Die Hauptstadt, Capricorn Maria loved the taste of the ocean. Sometimes when she was on still waters on the ship, she would scale down the side of the hull with rope, dip her fingers into the lapping waters, and lick her fingers of the salt. Of course, she didn’t go around drinking cups of seawater.Continue reading “18.4: Beasts, 1800 Raid”
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18.3: Family, 1600 Fortress
Die Hauptstadt, Capricorn Viktoria Waltz knew she couldn’t achieve perfection. A recessive disorder that rendered her internal vitae flow underdeveloped stole that possibility from her. Not only was she unable to expel vitae without becoming sickly, but she was also born with a weak constitution. Her mother lamented it often—“I’ve always wanted a girl, youContinue reading “18.3: Family, 1600 Fortress”
17.?: 「 」, – – – – ??????
Shion Myosotis always had a troublesome relationship with her name. (Still did.) Well, correction: she hated her name. Because while her given name was in the language of the Hoshi Clan, her surname was so Ophiuchian. Everyone stared whenever her name was read off for attendance in school. “Will she be on our side?” herContinue reading “17.?: 「 」, – – – – ??????”
17.5: Private, 2200 Point of Contact
Landser Derik Stein never understood what the big deal was. Duty, honor, glory, loyalty, whatever. He’d always found it so boring. Lectures at the military academy put him to sleep. All the classes about ‘strategy’ and ‘tactics’ too—who the hell had time to think about how many soldiers to move backwards or forwards when theyContinue reading “17.5: Private, 2200 Point of Contact”
17.[]: Captain, 1930 Förderung
Die Hauptstadt, Capricorn “Where… are they?” The question was barely audible above the commotion echoing around the dome building of the convention. Kleine and Fischer exchanged looks. Heimler and Marionette remained silent. The group was sitting collectively, stiffly together on the black leather cushions lining the reception area as civilians, diplomats, and conductor engineers rushedContinue reading “17.[]: Captain, 1930 Förderung”
16.2: Private, 0405 No Honor
Landser Wilhelm Fischer always wanted to be somebody. Anybody. He wanted to be more than his grandfather who fished day-in and day-out with a lame leg that ached every morning. He wanted to be more than his grandmother who toiled away at the bakery reading customers’ lips and because she’d lost her hearing in theContinue reading “16.2: Private, 0405 No Honor”
16.1: Captain, 0500 Insubordination
Before Volker Weingartner was hauptmann of the 212th Division of the Border Force, he was a teacher at Vollmond Elementary. Rather, he was a professor, holding first a degree in psychology and then numerous degrees in literature ranging from Capricornian folklore to classical Signum epics before finally attaining a degree in military tactics. Nothing tooContinue reading “16.1: Captain, 0500 Insubordination”
15.5: Second Lieutenant, 0310 Captured
Unoccupied Territory, Argoan-Capricornian Border Death was like a bad whiskey. Drink enough of it—get exposed enough to it—and you got used to it. Sometimes forgot about it. The bitter taste of it lessened into something shrugged at, maybe grimaced at lightly in passing. The line, smudged. Until it was someone you knew. Someone you reallyContinue reading “15.5: Second Lieutenant, 0310 Captured”
15.3: Lance Corporal, 0610 Enemy Encounter
Unoccupied Territory, Argoan-Capricornian Border Grenadier Klaus Kleine was accustomed to seeing dead bodies. He’d seen his first five years ago in his city-town of Buchstadt before he’d even been officially deployed. That day, the newspapers had praised Capricornian victory against an Argoan onslaught from Abschnitt 45 to 51, pushing forth celebrations all across the country.Continue reading “15.3: Lance Corporal, 0610 Enemy Encounter”
15.2: Combat Medic, 0705 Head Trauma
Unoccupied Territory, Argoan-Capricornian Border Underground doctor-turned-combat medic—Sanitäter as the rank was called in Capricornian—Nico Fabrizzio’s mind was always full of ‘what if’s. For example—what if Cadence was his little sister? What if flowers fell from the sky instead of snowflakes—instead of ash? What if conductors didn’t exist? What if the pictures at the theater wereContinue reading “15.2: Combat Medic, 0705 Head Trauma”
Six Chances 