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 # Summary
 
 - [Prologue](./prologue.md)
+- [Chapter 1](./ch1.md)
+- [Chapter 2]()

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+# Chapter 1 #
+
+_"It's that time of the year again..."_, Nuklo sighed as he rose from his bed
+
+He decided to get dressed for the yearly ritual as fast as possible. 
+He didn't want the Army at the doorstep again. He quickly moved towards the washroom.
+His washroom has a tap providing running water whenever he wants because
+Nuklo is much higher ranked than most of the other citizens as per his kingdom's Klaas
+hierarchy. 20 minutes later, he is already dressed up in his yellow shirt and a
+dark red suit that marks him as a Veinier citizen. He
+doesn't have to fight in any real battles, yet. He is still under training, as
+are other Veiniers of his kingdom, ever since the conquest. He picks up his zamulet
+and ties it over his head. 30 minutes from now, at 3 am, he is going to march in
+a procession along with the Army. The march signifies an anniversary of the
+Independence of Miklen. But more importantly serves as a display of the Army's
+power should anyone revolt against the present government. The last ones who
+fought for an overthrow five and a half years ago were impaled to death. Their
+skin carefully removed and their bodies hanged in Kokra'ath. Today only
+their skeletons remain. This did a good job in encouraging everyone else to 
+cooperate with the Army.
+
+Six years ago, today, the Crajki'it took over the land of Miklen, adding it to
+their small collection of slave lands. The Rule Book that accompanied
+their conquest, dictated both the life of living as well as the form of the non-living.
+The first among those rules was the Klaas system. Every citizen of the new
+Kingdom of Crajki'it were pigeonholed into 5 groups. Nuklo is a Veinier, the third of
+them that is supposed to specialize in fighting. On normal days, Veiniers would
+only need to maintain law and order. If required, they would be drafted into one
+of the many wars the Crajki'it's wage towards other areas of the planet.
+
+Nuklo wore his red shoes and started walking towards his
+scooter. He needed to be at the ground in another 15 minutes. It was a 2 minute
+ride from his home. He turned the switch to find the HUD flash with a battery
+icon. He let out a growl because now he has to walk a couple of leagues.
+_Probably jog to make it in time._ He looked up at the sky, at the larger than usual moon
+and let his thoughts wander towards Pre-Independence, a time before the battle.
+
+---
+
+Nuklo was not in that battle. He hated any form of confrontation. Still does. He was busy at his home,
+some 5000 leagues away from the battlefield, composing and writing music. He
+would occasionally play his piano. Most of his time was spent writing orchestral
+music for the local band. His teacher was the only musician in his urrage and
+when he died ten years ago, Nuklo took over the position of the town musician.
+Others in his urrage either thought too little of music as a job, or thought
+too much of it and considered something else to do for themselves. Every few weeks, there
+would be some event where the towsnfolk would want to enjoy a few hours with 
+music. Luckily, his teacher had already handpicked a group of three
+individuals who were good enough to read musical sheets the Nuklo disburses 
+and also play them almost accurately.
+
+Kakri played the drums. Ever since he started his schooling from the neighbouring urrage,
+he had been fascinated by the drums. His fondest memory is when he had sneaked into the
+music room to play the drums during a mathematics lecture. It didn't make any noise
+because these were of the newer electric kind. Determined to play something,
+he ended up breaking the drum pads and receiving a lecture in discipline
+instead. When he was ten years old, his father discontinued his schooling due to
+financial reasons, and the school gave him the broken drums as a parting gift.
+He later fixed them with Nuklo's master's help and by the time he was eighteen,
+was trained by the same master to read and follow written music. His parents were
+happy when he was hired into the local band. It makes about 1000 jeeks per month
+and that was enough for Kakri to get by without his parent's money.
+
+Hakem played the electric guitar. While his wife fell for his guitar skills,
+she is disappointed over his decision to remain a guitarist in a local band. Nobody
+knows much of his upbringing, except that he once pulled a tiger's whisker as a
+kid. Hakem maintains that is his origin story towards playing the guitar.
+
+The most depressed person in the urrage was Getop. She lost her parents when she
+was ten to a freak accident involving a shortcircuited battery of an elcar.
+Growing up in an orphanage, she never grew out of her loss. In a bid to help her
+survive life, Nuklo's master gave her a bass guitar and taught her to play the
+notes. The money that she makes right now, and the two friends that she has from
+the band occasionally make her smile.
+
+Nuklo was busy writing his next song in his sound-proofed room when his father 
+informed him of the fact that Jehabro'oth, the king, was killed by a group
+called Sedrams at the battlefield. Nuklo didn't care too much about it at that
+time because a king was overthrown every few years or so in Miklen. But he knew
+this time was different when few days later a messenger talked to the urrage head 
+who immediately called for destroying most of the commercial buildings and public
+roads and called for rebuilding it according to a new blueprint from a rule
+book. The Book apparently also banned any form of music. Nuklo was therefore under
+a crisis when the red suited minotaur informed Nuklo that he is being drafted into
+the Veiniers. He hasn't seen or heard of his parents, or his band ever since.
+
+---
+
+Nuklo entered the streets leading to the marching field.
+He could see the black suited Herghuls standing at the intersection of 
+the streets surrounding the ground.
+
+_"Native Veinier scum - 4th street"_ a Herghul spoke in her mic that
+was attached to her collar. Another Herghul a short distance away moved his
+forefinger from his hear, looked towards her and nodded.
+
+Nuklo looked towards the moon again and briefly considered if it grew in size.
+Before the war, classism and racism, though conceivable and sometimes practised,
+were not the norm as it was now a days. The upper Klaases contained very few
+natives for the Crajki'its fear, rightfully so, a rebellion or some form of instability
+in the government at the very least. The natives were even less in the Klaas
+that killed the king. The Sedrams occupied the pinnacle of the Klaas. Serving as an 
+elite strike force in battles that Veiniers and Herghuls cannot finish. Shrouded
+in mystery, lot of rumours spread across Crajki'it of their nature. Some say
+that the Sedrams are capable of using magic. Nuklo has also heard that the
+Sedrams have no face beneath their green shrouds.
+
+He slowly walked inside the field now towards his group. The leader of his platoon
+waved his hands at him and shouted something. He knew it was some other racial slur 
+and so started jogging towards him fast. The Herghul leader turned around and 
+started speaking to another of his Klaas. He went and stood in the his designated 
+squad of Veiniers in that platoon. Something was bothering him today. The night
+felt strange.
+
+Nobody spoke in the squad. It was not permitted for anyone below Herghul to talk
+in the presence of other Herghul's. That group comprised only of Veiniers today
+as it was the only other Klaas required to march. His squad had 10 Veiniers, all
+natives of Miklen before the war. He was surprised to see that there were no women
+in this particular squad he was part of.
+
+Nuklo suddenly felt his body lose some weight.
+
+There was a loud horn, signalling the start of the march. All Veiniers who
+couldn't make it in time will be incinerated by the Herghul hekuzens later. A force
+field shot up near the borders of the ground. A few minutes later, the stands
+surrounding the ground started emerging from below. The other Klaases have to
+arrive few hours back and populate the spectator stands underground to avoid
+conjestion when the Herghuls and Veiniers arrive.
+
+_"Crajki'it"_ - the leader shouted, bringing his closed fist near his chest and
+looked up.
+
+Another wave and Nuklo felt his body become even more lighter.
+
+That was odd, this never happens when the spectator stands rise up before a march.
+He had a feeling that everyone else around him also felt the same way 
+because all of them broke their stance briefly. _Maybe this was a new module
+tested out by the Herghuls_. 
+
+_"Crajki'it"_ - all members of all his squads followed the leader.
+
+Everyone put their hands and heads down after the roar except Nuklo. A Herghul 
+walked towards Nuklo with his hekuzen primed. Before she could shoot, there was
+another one of those sweeping waves and Nuklo felt none of his weigth this time. 
+It was accompanied by a soft noise of a single drop of water dripping from a leaky tap.
+The Herghul lost balance momentarily and dropped her weapon. Picking it up again,
+she looked ahead and saw all the Veiniers float a couple of arm lengths in the
+air.
+
+_"Th.. The Mooo..."_ Nuklo fainted and floated mid-air before he could complete the sentence. 
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+# Chapter 2 #
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 # Prologue
 
-Meko woke up. Again. It is still dark outside. It always is. Meko doesn’t remember looking at any other color outside the window. 
+Meko woke up. Again. It is dark outside. It always is. Meko doesn’t remember looking at any other color outside the window. 
 
-His body fits barely on his 6ft x 3ft bed. His room looks the same as it was a few hours ago when he last slept. This is expected because he is the only person in the room. The room is dimly lit by a purple bulb in the ceiling. There are no switches to control it. Initially it was a bit difficult to sleep with the lights on. After a few days, his eyes didn’t care. Right beside the bed, on the left, there is a cabinet. In the middle of the blue cabinet is a small red colored outline of a Zolomban face and a speech bubble from its mouth with the words “FOOD”. Above the face, is a small orange square.
+His body fits barely on his bed. His room looks the same as it was a few hours ago when he last slept. He is the only person in the room. The room is dimly lit by a purple bulb in the ceiling. There are no switches to control it. Initially it was a bit difficult to sleep with the lights on. After a few days, his eyes didn’t care. Right beside the bed, on the left, there is a cabinet. In the middle of the blue cabinet is a small red colored outline of a Crajki'it's face with its pink horns and a speech bubble from its mouth with the words “FOOD”.
 
-Ever since the day Meko undertook this mission, he has been staying in this room. He sleeps. He wakes up. He eats. If one should wonder why he is content with this space that is only slightly larger than the bed he sleeps in, one should simply accept without questions that this is what the mission requires. 
+Ever since the day Meko undertook this mission, he has been staying in this room. He sleeps. He wakes up. He eats. If one should wonder why he is content with this space that is only slightly larger than the bed he sleeps in, one should simply accept without questions that this is what the mission requires. That was his debrief eight years ago.
 
 A secret mission. 
 
-A mission so secret, even Meko doesn’t know what he is supposed to do. What he does know - is when he is supposed to execute.
+A mission so secret, even Meko doesn’t know what he is supposed to do. He was told he would be able to figure it out when the time comes.
 
-Meko opens his eyes. He sees himself in the mirror on the ceiling. The stomach above his head is glowing orange. He is hungry. But before he can get the Hunger tablets from his cabinet, he needs to attend to the large blinking screen on his left. The screen on this left has been showing the 3 green triangles for the past 6 months and was never blinking. In the bottom right, there is a small white square with the text “0.8c”. Today, there are only 2 triangles. The 3rd triangle is now a square.
+Meko opened his eyes. The mirror in the ceiling reflected his face.
+The pink horns above his head is glowing orange. He is hungry. But before he can get the Hunger tablets from his cabinet, he needs to attend to the large blinking screen on his left. The screen on this left has been showing the 3 green triangles for the past 6 months and was never blinking. In the bottom right, there is a small white square with the text “0.8c”. Today, there are only 2 triangles. The 3rd triangle is now a square.
 
 Meko yells “FOOD”. The cabinet opens and dispenses 5 white colored tables. He puts them into his mouth. With a nervous gulp, he wonders what the change on the screen means.