"The radiation from Russia traveled to our homelands, from what we've gathered it seems Russia was a major target when these bombs all started. Our science division has made breakthroughs from making artificial diesel fuel from corn which we grow regularly in our crops below ground. That's why we haven't gone to much deeper waters yet, it is planned to go out further from our borders to explore more by boat instead of by helicopter. That was a risky thing we decided on since I was trained in being a pilot before all this." Jeremius would say.
The two looked to the odd cups which were actual wood instead of glass which they were use to since those were commonly used by the humans before them. The style was appealing though to the landscape that they did see so far.
"I agree, We should eat since hot meals aren't that common, they cool down very fast in our home country. I have had experiences with crabs back home, They were called snow crab and were all over the deeper parts of the ocean and were safe, so many come in at a time and I always hated the pincers." Merlene would say then the two would begin to eat but not with forks or knives like most but they used their claw like hands to manage their food instead and took it slowly unlike most dogs would as to savor the taste.
"Our home is more of remnants of our creators, they kept many stores of equipment, food, many other things but we saw the right time to get a helicopter in the air outside of the storms that we have back home. I won't fly unless it's safe." Jeremius would say when he finished one of the bites. (Wee another reference)
Cesare looked at Ester with a smile. "Well, you see, daughter, my son Danya (Danya is Caterina's son, but not Cesare's) decided to enlist in the military because he hopes to one day follow my wife's career. He is still a recruit though, so he's just getting started."
"Fair enough. Anyway, speaking of my future... Am I in danger?"
Caterina was surprised by the sudden change of topic, but answered anyway. "Yes. You are. Calptionion spies could mistake you for the other Ester, like we did. This means that you aren't exactly safe here, but as long as you remain unnoticed, you'll be fine."
"Unnoticed?"
"Yes, I mean that you must be anonymous, just look normal."
"Well, how am I supposed to be normal when I don't know your language?"
Danya appeared through the garden of the house, greeted Caterina, heard Ester's question and said: "Just speak Italian. It's quite similar to our language, I am pretty sure guys will think that you have a dialect or something."
"What if I want to learn Snestarian?"
"Then we'll have to find you a school."
The next few days were very boring. Caterina was able to find a school that was suited for foreigners, and bought all the textbooks needed for the low price of 40 euros. Ester was given some sheets to take notes, a few pens and a pencil, just enough to write easily. Before her first day at school, she noticed a huge pile of garbage. She remembered that Cesare's house has a working laptop, which was somehow still working after the nuclear diasters. According to Cesare, he found it one day and "decided to take the cool-looking blackboard home". It was still in the box, and functioned incredibly well. After thinking for a bit, she started looking for interesting objects, and found a cartridge. She didn't know what a videogame was, but she tried her best to read the game's title, and read: "Pokémon Black 2". She turned the cartridge, and found a handwritten message. "Happy birthday, Tom. 9/10/2012." "Wow, that was 300 years ago!" She said. Curious, she ventured more through the garbage, and shortly after she found a DS, also incredibly intact. The battery charger was attached to it with some tape. She took the newly found items with her, not before realising that the cartridge was compatible with the console. "I am taking this home!"
(Little does any one know is Snestar, Calption lacks a Military, overseas intelligence service, and lives in a state of Ignorance.)
When Ester returned home with her new found treasure, she booted it up, and figured out the controls quite quickly. After all, traveling across an entire continent alone for 2 years straight has to make you dexterous just to survive the journy. The world the game gave to her was completely alien. The houses were weirdly boxed shaped, there were circular symbols sliced in half with a smaller circle in it. Also, the flora was something that she never saw before. Never before did she see so many trees, bushes, and grass in such a compact area. After all, Snestar is located at the edge of South America, a pretty cold area.
"I can't believe the people of the pre war world lived like this!" Ester was amazed by scenery she never seen in the outdated pokemon game. She thought of how her life would have been if she lived in the comparative paradise, how everything was clean, the air free of the distinct smoke in Snestar produced by the factories in it. The sky was a blue she never seen before, a bit too light.
"Bye Ester, I need to got to work, the Border Checkpoint needs me."
Ceasres job was year round, with no break days, even no weekends. After all, making sure that no scavenger or raider ever touches their hands on Snestar was significantly more important than the inspectors livelihoods to the government. Ceasre understood this, and never complained how, on Christmas, he would still be out there in the frontier, surrounded by snow, while his family anxiously waited for his return. He had perhaps one of the most important jobs out there.
At her first day at school, Ester was introduced to the class by a History teacher that was a friend of Cesare. His name was Mr. Serenata, and he was a pretty nice person. "What a romantic surname." she thought while the man accompained her to the class. "I wonder what's its origin..." she whispered.
"My surname", said Mr. Serenata, catching the girl off guard "origins from an ancient noble family of the Duchy of Dolma, in our faraway mainland Dastenya."
"How did you hear me??"
"I just heard you. You know, when I taught Snestarian History at the Falklands, I develop an extraordinary sense of hearing, so I can sense even the slightest whispers."
Feeling slightly uncomfortable from the teacher's words, Ester proceeded to not say a single word until they arrived to the Lavenyan Room, the classroom dedicated to history. "Good morning, students!" said Mr. Serenata in a lively way. The students responded back in a not so lively way. "Say hi to Ester, your new classmate!" He turns to Ester and says: "Sit where you want, Ester. If you want to introduce yourself, go ahead."
Ester decided to just say hi and quickly sat near a girl called Sofya. The latter said: "You have an interesting look..."
"Don't question it... I entered Snestar only a few days ago."
"I think it's cool."
"Thanks, I guess..."
As the history class passed, Ester was very into learning how the world looked like before the nukes. She continued listening carefully at the Biology class, the Literature class and the Snestarian class, until the bell rang, and she had to go home. She noticed that her classmates had different ways of going home. Some had a bicycle, some used old buses form the pre-nuclear disaster, and some walked to their homes. But Ester had no one home. "Now what?" she wondered.
Drone has managed to uncover a old Colombia automated soldier stockpile. The stockpile being barely functional still responded to our codes and has been turned on and sent back to the RZ recovery elevator but not without an exception. The activation of 5 AI manned combat units now identified as Bobby X1, Billy X2, Gustavo X3, Leo X4, Omegon XA1.
The automatons are not to be referred to as scout team Omegon and have been given full autonomy within the rights to complete the mission. Omegon, the “leader” do the team is to report on a schedule of every 3 days unless they contact enemies or the “Calption” people. The team has been for now sent to escort their fellow automatons recovery into the RZ but afterwards they are to be sent in the direction of the foreign state.
The drone also has kept with its mission to a good degree with the only variation being the cashe. It Hal’s also done 3 more flights over Calption with the final one being potentially bad for us as we might have been detected.
The Calptionion Truth --------------------------------- Farmer Reports Mysterious Drone Flying Over Calption 2354/11/4 Yesterday a farmer by the name of Shimul Poledair reported a mysterious drone flying over his cattle ranch. This claim, while immiediatly rejected by the government for being false (Rightfully so), has sparked a debate in Calption between the few who believe that we are not alone, if there may exist another country, and if it is more technologically advanced than us. Some declare that the demilitarization was a mistake, and we need to train a new batch of soldiers just in case they may be hostile. All of this is nonsense. All evidence we have for the drone is one report from a single farmer. A farmer who we know has drank alcohol on that day. He was drunk, and his claims need to be dismissed. Not only this, but there is no room in our budget of remilitarization, lest we raise taxes and cancel some vital infrastructure projects, like a series of canals to connect our farms to or cities via water. If there really is a threat, we already have a large supply of trained soldiers from the conscription era, and we can rapidly reestablish our military, and dispatch them quickly.
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