Deo Vindice

CITIZENS OF THE REPUBLIC!

BE ON THE LOOKOUT FOR SPIES FROM THE DEMOCRATIC UNION!

THOSE CAUGHT LIASING WITH SPIES WILL BE SUBJECT TO THE FULL EXTENT OF THE LAW:

 

EXECUTION OF THE ACCUSED

REPOSSESSION OF ALL PROPERTY AND GOODS

RE-EDUCATION OF FAMILY MEMBERS BELOW AGE 20

REDEMTPION BATTALION SERVICE FOR FAMILY MEMBERS ABOVE AGE 20 AND BELOW AGE 50

EXECUTION OF FAMILY MEMBERS ABOVE AGE 50

 

JUSTICE WILL BE SWIFT
JUSTICE WILL BE MERCILESS
JUSTICE WILL BE DONE
GOD IS WITH US!

 

~BY ORDER OF THE ROYAL COURTS OF EXODUS, SUBSECTION TREASON / SEDITION

 

REFLECTION FOR TODAY:

FAITH OVER ALL ODDS

FAITH OVER DESPAIR

TRUST IN US AND YOU WILL RECIEVE

 

FAITH OVER FAILURE

FAITH OVER REASON

FOLLOW US AND YOU WILL LIVE

 

GOD IS WITH US!

 

Nazhyen 45th, 5000 AE

 

-Morning announcement, produced by the People's Committee of Public Production

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Manch gott, my lord. God is with you.”

Iuch gott, Klaus. God is with us.”

 

Klaus lifted his head to look upon the man he had served for the past twenty years. “What must be done, lord?”

Lord Anton smiled. “Nothing special, Klaus. My morning meal, and call for Jan.”

Klaus stood up and bowed. “Of course, lord. Your will be done.”

 

Klaus passed through the halls of the Court of Exodus. Lord Anton's morning routine had changed only twice during his years of service- once during his son's wedding, and the day after- not even war would change Lord Anton's routine. Familiarity with the routine allowed him to close his eyes and walk to the Royal Kitchens without thought. As he entered the Kitchens, he opened his eyes and turned to the attendant he knew would be standing three paces to the right. “Cortez?”

Manch gott, Klaus. The usual?”

Klaus chuckled. “Of course, Cortez. Do you really have to ask? And honestly, you don't have to be so uptight.”

Cortez grinned in response. “Always so casual. Well then, durch'gott, friend. God bless. I still wonder how you became Lord Anton's personal servant despite your... lack of formality, and I would say... expertise... in certain matters.”

Klaus left the kitchens, shouting over his shoulder. “Just because I can't cook that doesn't mean I'm useless, Cortez.”

Returning to Lord Anton's chamber, Klaus glanced behind him, noticing the faint outline of a shadow behind him. Like every day, he heard a rasping voice whisper behind him.

God wills and I go. Does my Lord call for me?”

Klaus shuddered, still walking. Klaus had heard that voice almost every day for the past twenty years, yet its sound still disturbed him.“But of course, Jan.”

Then I follow my Lord as I follow God. Manch gott.”

 

Anton sat upon his marble throne and yawned. Any minute, Klaus would return, Jan behind him. Jan would debrief him on any activities he ought to know of, then Cortez would bring his morning meal.

Familiarity...” sighed Anton aloud. “It's wondrous.”

The doors at the opposing end of the hall swung open. Klaus bowed before entering the Throne Room.

 

My lord.”

Anton rose from his throne and stood before Klaus. Suddenly, a man wearing a black jumpsuit shifted fully into real-space before Anton.

Anton flinched. Stealth-fields still scared him after twenty years.

Jan.”

Jan fell prostate before Anton, his bald head glistening with runic tattoos.

Much news have I, Lord,” whispered Jan. “Does my Lord bid me speak?”

But of course. Stand.”

Jan stood up, his black eyes shimmering.

Does my Lord know of the man known as Sergeant Mills?”

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