Tir Daraigh
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Dimashi paced the small, unkempt and dusty room impatiently, three of his comrades watching him with young, eager eyes from their rooks in the dark corner of the room. An old, tiny television sat opposite the trio, and Dimashi took the moment to glance at an aged phone before continuing his ceaseless tast to burn a hole in the floor with his footsteps.
One of the three coughed to get the attention of Dimashi, "It's fine, Dim, don't worry. Everythings going according to plan."
Dimashi stopped his furious stride and glowered at his comrade. "What makes you think I'm nervous the plan won't go off without a hitch? I have no doubts my people will come through for me, just as I have no doubt you'd fail me, or the people."
"Then what's getting you worked up?" asked another.
"Altair," Dimashi sighed. "We've been fighting for two years, and the public thinks of us nothing better than terrorists. How is a revolution supposed to succeed when the people you're fighting for fear you?"
Altair paused for a moment, but before he could reply the phone rang. Dimashi quickly picked up the entire phone and pulled it around the room with him as he paced, the cord falling off the simple stand and kicking around the bare floor. "Is it complete?" Dimashi asked.
"Yes, the news should have coverage any minute."
Dimashi looked at the television, then back to the phone, setting the old receiver on the floor just long enough to turn the television on. He rotated a dial, flipping through 3 of the televisions 16 channels before finding channel 7. Nothing came on. Dimashi muttered for a moment before informing the man on the other end of the line that nothing was happening. Then the news quickly flipped from it's story on dolphin endangerment to one of action and violence. People always preferred watching gore and death to dolphins.
"This is Leandro Relaistos, with Channel 7 News, bringing you breaking news from around the nation. Terrorism shocks Lucca! Bombs have ripped through the corporate headquarters of Dacia Mining Corp, killing untold numbers of people in moments, we go to Adriana Andeta live at the scene," the video feed switched to a woman who would've had rich, dark brown hair, had it not been for the fact that the television was too cheap to show color properly. Instead, her fuzzy face seemed to speak directly to Dimashi, who watched eagerly.
Fire, or at least an orange blur, erupted from the side of the building. Dimashi knew the structure by heart, six stories tall, located only a few blocks away from the docks, right in the heart of the industrial quarter.
"Firefighters and emergency crews are working hard to put out the flames and rescue any survivors inside, but the firestorm that has consumed the building also endangers several nearby warehouses. There is no word as of yet as to who is responsible, but our best guess is that the Red Alliance struck at the DMC, which has been delaying talks with several mining unions over unfair practices in the Ghazala Mining fiasco."
Dimashi smiled. "Time to make a call," he said, "and officially claim responsibility for this."
One of the three coughed to get the attention of Dimashi, "It's fine, Dim, don't worry. Everythings going according to plan."
Dimashi stopped his furious stride and glowered at his comrade. "What makes you think I'm nervous the plan won't go off without a hitch? I have no doubts my people will come through for me, just as I have no doubt you'd fail me, or the people."
"Then what's getting you worked up?" asked another.
"Altair," Dimashi sighed. "We've been fighting for two years, and the public thinks of us nothing better than terrorists. How is a revolution supposed to succeed when the people you're fighting for fear you?"
Altair paused for a moment, but before he could reply the phone rang. Dimashi quickly picked up the entire phone and pulled it around the room with him as he paced, the cord falling off the simple stand and kicking around the bare floor. "Is it complete?" Dimashi asked.
"Yes, the news should have coverage any minute."
Dimashi looked at the television, then back to the phone, setting the old receiver on the floor just long enough to turn the television on. He rotated a dial, flipping through 3 of the televisions 16 channels before finding channel 7. Nothing came on. Dimashi muttered for a moment before informing the man on the other end of the line that nothing was happening. Then the news quickly flipped from it's story on dolphin endangerment to one of action and violence. People always preferred watching gore and death to dolphins.
"This is Leandro Relaistos, with Channel 7 News, bringing you breaking news from around the nation. Terrorism shocks Lucca! Bombs have ripped through the corporate headquarters of Dacia Mining Corp, killing untold numbers of people in moments, we go to Adriana Andeta live at the scene," the video feed switched to a woman who would've had rich, dark brown hair, had it not been for the fact that the television was too cheap to show color properly. Instead, her fuzzy face seemed to speak directly to Dimashi, who watched eagerly.
Fire, or at least an orange blur, erupted from the side of the building. Dimashi knew the structure by heart, six stories tall, located only a few blocks away from the docks, right in the heart of the industrial quarter.
"Firefighters and emergency crews are working hard to put out the flames and rescue any survivors inside, but the firestorm that has consumed the building also endangers several nearby warehouses. There is no word as of yet as to who is responsible, but our best guess is that the Red Alliance struck at the DMC, which has been delaying talks with several mining unions over unfair practices in the Ghazala Mining fiasco."
Dimashi smiled. "Time to make a call," he said, "and officially claim responsibility for this."