This was bad. I was far from ready to even take the neighboring kingdom into account in my plans to free other Denominators from their Furnace. Not that I didn't expect this, but Arya assured me that the stalemate was far from being breached. So long as the Emperor was kept occupied in the front, we'd have all the time in the world to move without the fear of having a detachment of Primes bearing down on us. If the front had truly been breached, then that meant that our current position was in danger of being scouted out in favor of checking for possible terrain advantages. Not to mention the fact that this place was near the place where the Vaion detachment was even located before.Fucking shit. We had to move before the Empire wanted to check this place out."Why the fuck didn't you give this to me yesterday?" I ground out, keeping my voice level as I glared at Arya.<
Quickly pocketing the prototype two-way radio, I hurried out of the workshop to find that two of my housemates had already finished packing. Arya had her usual stuff on her, as well as what little clothes she had bought during her usual excursions. Meanwhile, Livia held within her hands two sacks filled with what I could only assume to be our combined clothing. I'll admit that I sometimes got carried away with making a few dresses here and there, but I sincerely hoped that the bigger of the two sacks weren't mine....Well, no... It actually was mine..."You heard it, right?" I cautiously asked as I hefted the bigger sack away from my sister's grasp. "Think that's them?""Possibly," Arya answered, her joking tone completely gone in favor of showing her professional side. "It was from the east, so it's possibly the Vaio pushing forward."&
We all let out a collective sigh of relief as Arya lowered her hand. I never thought that the former Prime could even get paler than she already was, but I guess a lot of firsts were being made today."Was that who I think it was?" Livia absently asked, her voice still thankfully a whisper despite the relative silence around us. "Did the damned Emperor just walk right past us?""We have to move," Arya whispered... in a panic? "If they're here, then the others will be close behind."A whole lot of anxiety and dread decided to settle within my stomach at the insinuations that our lead just made with her comments. It truly was the fucking Emperor, but judging from her tone, Arya was afraid... There were only two men walking past us earlier, and surely one of them was the Emperor. So who was she afraid of? And... wait...Wh
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*clang... clang...*The sun was shining from the windows as Livia and I silently sat on the couch waiting for the rest of our compatriots to join us. My legs were doing their usual thing when they're bored, which was to constantly move and jiggle up and down with energy as my eyes kept glancing at the setting sun out through the window. I promise I wasn't bored. Really...Even if Livia and I were sitting in this damn room for a few hours now.*crash... thud....*Truly, such a thing was but the machinations of current events. Not that I was blaming the protests still echoing outside despite the setting sun already ushering in the coming of night, but if Lace was supposed to be the one to break that fight up, surely she would've already showed up by now. I mean, maybe she had a few hiccups in whatever recon mission she wa
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