PUAF Capital District, Nouvelle Amsterdam, Parliament Building/ 1:25 A.M.-1:50 A.M.
Evariste buried his head in his hands as he sat. A man who had just recently eclipsed forty years of age, Renaud was expected to deliver a rousing speech of righteousness to the Parliament, a group filled largely with closed-minded old men. What would that do now? What good does a few hundred useless sentences do? He had grappled with himself on this issue for weeks, and it became unbearable now that the time was coming nearer.
Premier Renaud? Sir Renaud? Evariste slowly turned his head to face the voice as he continued, Are you ready sir?. Evariste chuckled lightly to himself and quickly stood up, straightening his back as best he could, Oh, dont call me by my last name, Daniel. It makes me feel like I am back in the army Now Daniel had to look up to speak to him, but that is not by virtue of Daniels shortness as much as it is by the Premiers sheer size. He towered over most people at 66 and was a very strong man from his years in the Imperial Provincial Army of America, Very well then, Evariste. I just came to inform you that the Parliament is ready for your words of wisdom. There was an air of sarcasm after that last phrase, but it did not penetrate the Premier. Instead, he chuckled to himself again, Words of wisdom they will get then.
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Texas Province, Outskirts of Corpus Christi, Jones Plantation/ 1:40 A.M.-4:00 A.M.
Today was the day. An inconspicuous day, just like any other, unless you were in the know of course. To those people, today was the best chance for freedom. Diomedes was one of those people, but until the signal was given, he would continue his normal backbreaking work. The cotton gin had been invented decades earlier, but the cruel plantation master Mr. Jones insisted on having a near army of slaves pick the cotton as well in his vast field. The brutality of Jones was well known as well. Beatings and whippings were common, and no slack was given to women or children. The latter were expected to work as soon as they could walk. Many more memories flashed in Diomedes head, but he chose not to focus too clearly on them. It would wreck his concentration and he might miss the sign.
YOU! Look at me! You worthless black piece of ****, get back to work! Diomedes winced as the whip slashed into his skin. He would deck him out right now if it wasnt for the pistol he had in his belt. Yes suh. Diomedes knelt to continue picking, but this man was not done with him yet, Suh? Who the hell is suh? You calling me some ****** curse word? Diomedes turned his back on the man, as if he had not even heard him. You hear me boy? Dont you EVER turn your back to me! Suddenly Diomedes saw something. It was rising from the house, and it looked like Oh crap the sign!! There was perhaps no worse time for it to come. Still, he had to hold his end if the revolution was to succeed. Are you HEARING me boy? Diomedes could hear the whip being prepared. He had to act fast, before chaos could ensue and make the man think about shooting him. Freedom will come to my people, Diomedes rose quickly after those words, landing a strike right across the face of the whip man. He crumpled to the ground, dazed and holding his nose. He quickly lunged at the man, grabbing his pistol. Dont kill me!!! Dont kill me, PLEASE dont kill me!!! The irony would be all too sweet, but Diomedes could not kill this man. Not if he supported the end of this terror could he terrorize others for no reason of course, he had perfect reason in this case, I will not kill you, you son of a *****. Diomedes aimed the gun, firing straight at the ankle, But I will not let you get in our way.
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Diomedes felt like collapsing. He had been running, hell, he had been sprinting ever since he fled the plantation. From behind him he could hear gunshots and minor explosions, and he had several miles behind him and that awful place he used to call home.USED to. Only now did he stop to catch his breath, ever so cautiously looking around to ensure no one would see him and suspect something. His time to catch his breath would be limited though, as the mission was not yet over. He had come upon the city of Corpus Christi, and that meant it was time to find Mr. Frederick.
Looking for that man, Diomedes ended up straying into the downtown area. Perhaps this would have been very dangerous, considering his tattered clothing and skin tone gave away his status, but one thing had changed in the hours since his escape. Passing by the newsstand, he saw a boy come with a stack of the days papers. It was an odd time of the day to do so something incredible must have happened. Diomedes stood there, eyes fixated on the papers. As the boy placed them down, he shot a wry, half smile towards the man in front him, holding the sides of the news stand. Diomedes walked closer his heart pounding. He didnt know why, but he felt something major was about to change his life forever.
He was soon peering over the paper, and his jaw dropped as he read the headline EXTRA! PREMIER RENAUD OUTLAWS SLAVERY!.
Evariste buried his head in his hands as he sat. A man who had just recently eclipsed forty years of age, Renaud was expected to deliver a rousing speech of righteousness to the Parliament, a group filled largely with closed-minded old men. What would that do now? What good does a few hundred useless sentences do? He had grappled with himself on this issue for weeks, and it became unbearable now that the time was coming nearer.
Premier Renaud? Sir Renaud? Evariste slowly turned his head to face the voice as he continued, Are you ready sir?. Evariste chuckled lightly to himself and quickly stood up, straightening his back as best he could, Oh, dont call me by my last name, Daniel. It makes me feel like I am back in the army Now Daniel had to look up to speak to him, but that is not by virtue of Daniels shortness as much as it is by the Premiers sheer size. He towered over most people at 66 and was a very strong man from his years in the Imperial Provincial Army of America, Very well then, Evariste. I just came to inform you that the Parliament is ready for your words of wisdom. There was an air of sarcasm after that last phrase, but it did not penetrate the Premier. Instead, he chuckled to himself again, Words of wisdom they will get then.
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Texas Province, Outskirts of Corpus Christi, Jones Plantation/ 1:40 A.M.-4:00 A.M.
Today was the day. An inconspicuous day, just like any other, unless you were in the know of course. To those people, today was the best chance for freedom. Diomedes was one of those people, but until the signal was given, he would continue his normal backbreaking work. The cotton gin had been invented decades earlier, but the cruel plantation master Mr. Jones insisted on having a near army of slaves pick the cotton as well in his vast field. The brutality of Jones was well known as well. Beatings and whippings were common, and no slack was given to women or children. The latter were expected to work as soon as they could walk. Many more memories flashed in Diomedes head, but he chose not to focus too clearly on them. It would wreck his concentration and he might miss the sign.
YOU! Look at me! You worthless black piece of ****, get back to work! Diomedes winced as the whip slashed into his skin. He would deck him out right now if it wasnt for the pistol he had in his belt. Yes suh. Diomedes knelt to continue picking, but this man was not done with him yet, Suh? Who the hell is suh? You calling me some ****** curse word? Diomedes turned his back on the man, as if he had not even heard him. You hear me boy? Dont you EVER turn your back to me! Suddenly Diomedes saw something. It was rising from the house, and it looked like Oh crap the sign!! There was perhaps no worse time for it to come. Still, he had to hold his end if the revolution was to succeed. Are you HEARING me boy? Diomedes could hear the whip being prepared. He had to act fast, before chaos could ensue and make the man think about shooting him. Freedom will come to my people, Diomedes rose quickly after those words, landing a strike right across the face of the whip man. He crumpled to the ground, dazed and holding his nose. He quickly lunged at the man, grabbing his pistol. Dont kill me!!! Dont kill me, PLEASE dont kill me!!! The irony would be all too sweet, but Diomedes could not kill this man. Not if he supported the end of this terror could he terrorize others for no reason of course, he had perfect reason in this case, I will not kill you, you son of a *****. Diomedes aimed the gun, firing straight at the ankle, But I will not let you get in our way.
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Diomedes felt like collapsing. He had been running, hell, he had been sprinting ever since he fled the plantation. From behind him he could hear gunshots and minor explosions, and he had several miles behind him and that awful place he used to call home.USED to. Only now did he stop to catch his breath, ever so cautiously looking around to ensure no one would see him and suspect something. His time to catch his breath would be limited though, as the mission was not yet over. He had come upon the city of Corpus Christi, and that meant it was time to find Mr. Frederick.
Looking for that man, Diomedes ended up straying into the downtown area. Perhaps this would have been very dangerous, considering his tattered clothing and skin tone gave away his status, but one thing had changed in the hours since his escape. Passing by the newsstand, he saw a boy come with a stack of the days papers. It was an odd time of the day to do so something incredible must have happened. Diomedes stood there, eyes fixated on the papers. As the boy placed them down, he shot a wry, half smile towards the man in front him, holding the sides of the news stand. Diomedes walked closer his heart pounding. He didnt know why, but he felt something major was about to change his life forever.
He was soon peering over the paper, and his jaw dropped as he read the headline EXTRA! PREMIER RENAUD OUTLAWS SLAVERY!.