Chancellor Edgar V. Warren was indisputably the most powerful man in Sheridan. Ever since the man named Sheridan died, Edgar valiantly carried on the 'Glorious Revolution'. It had been twenty seven tiring years, and at the beginning it didn't look like Edgar would survive the first three. Hundreds if not thousands of attempts on his life had left Edgar a very paranoid man. It was not uncommon for high ranking officials and underlings surrounding the Chancellor to be purged. It wasn't just those working around him that feared him however, the few times that the Chancellor visited the work sites of slaves usually meant none would survive. There where also whispers of the things he would do to his own personal slaves.
Despite all of this, the common Citizen of Sheridan nearly worshiped the man. For all they knew, he alone was responsible for continuing the 'paradise' that Sheridan had built. During every citizen's childhood schooling, they start each class off by chanting off; We wholeheartedly thank Chancellor Edgar V. Warren for providing us with these opportunities to learn. We promise not to waste our lessons, and to apply these skills towards the betterment of our Glorious Race. For a particular group of citizens however, this love goes deeper. For The God's Eye this love grows into real worship.
See, some children don't make it all the way through their schooling. Some children are selected to serve their country in a very different way. They are selected to serve in an army of forty thousand personal guards and spies of the Chancellor. These children are quite literally abducted at age five, and immediately begin a childhood of intense training, and unimaginable abuse. They are taught to believe that there Chancellor can save them and their families from a life of hardship and pain. Some are killed during the process, either via the abuse or from attempting to fight back. Those that graduate join The God's Eye. After which they live for the only purpose of keeping the Chancellor alive, lest that life of pain and hardship befall their loved ones. On this day the twentieth of May, 1957 one particular member was beginning a 'very important' job.
Marcus Arrelano was headed to a remote part of Greater Wadestone Island, in which there was one medium sized wooden cabin and not much else. Intelligence had determined that this building was an arms manufacturing plant for Enemies of the Sheridan. Marcus had been given enough dynamite to blow the place and kill the rebels inside. Never once in his life had Marcus ever questioned his duties, and he certainly didn't on this day. When he reached the cabin, he didn't inspect anything... he just set the bomb by the front door and walked back to his vehicle some meters away. When he reached his car the bomb went off, turning the cabin into a ball of fire. It didn't kill everyone in one shot like he had been told it would. Instead he could hear their screams. And it wasn't the screams of rebel slave men, it was the screams of women and children. They were dying being crushed and burned alive by the cabin in which they hid. Marcus noticed a figure escape the ruin and roll around in the dirt. Marcus quickly walked to the person who was still writhing and howling.
"WHO ARE YOU?" Marcus screamed. He determined that it was a woman, but she still was uncontrollably sobbing and writhing around in the dirt. Marcus grabbed her and brought her to his vehicle, the whole while her meekly attempting to break free. He put her in the back seat and drove to a suitable spot. He found a clear flat area quickly and set up his tent from the emergency kit he traveled with. He put the woman inside and administered first aid as best he could. Despite the burns he could tell this woman was white, and therefore like him, part of the 'Glorious Race'. So there is no reason why his God would have him kill these people. Those children. It was some hours before she was clearly conscious and capable of interrogation. He began as soon as he could grilling her with questions.
"Who are you?" He demanded. The woman looked up at him and whimpered.
"My name is Holly Smith."
"Where you manufacturing weapons in there? With children??" Marcus's tone was still very stern.
"No! Is that... No!!" Holly spit out, now more excitable but still clearly in pain.
"What was going on then?"
"We were... those children... You and your people where trying to kill them." She sobbed out.
"Where those slave children? You are clearly White. Where they abominations?"
"No they weren't Mixed. They were white. It was a school, for children to learn about our lord and savior." she said, now looking even more distressed.
"You mean The Chancellor?" Marcus asked.
"No, Jesus Christ."
Despite all of this, the common Citizen of Sheridan nearly worshiped the man. For all they knew, he alone was responsible for continuing the 'paradise' that Sheridan had built. During every citizen's childhood schooling, they start each class off by chanting off; We wholeheartedly thank Chancellor Edgar V. Warren for providing us with these opportunities to learn. We promise not to waste our lessons, and to apply these skills towards the betterment of our Glorious Race. For a particular group of citizens however, this love goes deeper. For The God's Eye this love grows into real worship.
See, some children don't make it all the way through their schooling. Some children are selected to serve their country in a very different way. They are selected to serve in an army of forty thousand personal guards and spies of the Chancellor. These children are quite literally abducted at age five, and immediately begin a childhood of intense training, and unimaginable abuse. They are taught to believe that there Chancellor can save them and their families from a life of hardship and pain. Some are killed during the process, either via the abuse or from attempting to fight back. Those that graduate join The God's Eye. After which they live for the only purpose of keeping the Chancellor alive, lest that life of pain and hardship befall their loved ones. On this day the twentieth of May, 1957 one particular member was beginning a 'very important' job.
Marcus Arrelano was headed to a remote part of Greater Wadestone Island, in which there was one medium sized wooden cabin and not much else. Intelligence had determined that this building was an arms manufacturing plant for Enemies of the Sheridan. Marcus had been given enough dynamite to blow the place and kill the rebels inside. Never once in his life had Marcus ever questioned his duties, and he certainly didn't on this day. When he reached the cabin, he didn't inspect anything... he just set the bomb by the front door and walked back to his vehicle some meters away. When he reached his car the bomb went off, turning the cabin into a ball of fire. It didn't kill everyone in one shot like he had been told it would. Instead he could hear their screams. And it wasn't the screams of rebel slave men, it was the screams of women and children. They were dying being crushed and burned alive by the cabin in which they hid. Marcus noticed a figure escape the ruin and roll around in the dirt. Marcus quickly walked to the person who was still writhing and howling.
"WHO ARE YOU?" Marcus screamed. He determined that it was a woman, but she still was uncontrollably sobbing and writhing around in the dirt. Marcus grabbed her and brought her to his vehicle, the whole while her meekly attempting to break free. He put her in the back seat and drove to a suitable spot. He found a clear flat area quickly and set up his tent from the emergency kit he traveled with. He put the woman inside and administered first aid as best he could. Despite the burns he could tell this woman was white, and therefore like him, part of the 'Glorious Race'. So there is no reason why his God would have him kill these people. Those children. It was some hours before she was clearly conscious and capable of interrogation. He began as soon as he could grilling her with questions.
"Who are you?" He demanded. The woman looked up at him and whimpered.
"My name is Holly Smith."
"Where you manufacturing weapons in there? With children??" Marcus's tone was still very stern.
"No! Is that... No!!" Holly spit out, now more excitable but still clearly in pain.
"What was going on then?"
"We were... those children... You and your people where trying to kill them." She sobbed out.
"Where those slave children? You are clearly White. Where they abominations?"
"No they weren't Mixed. They were white. It was a school, for children to learn about our lord and savior." she said, now looking even more distressed.
"You mean The Chancellor?" Marcus asked.
"No, Jesus Christ."