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Unko Kalaikz

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The dry dust stung his eyes, forcing a teardrop to continue down his ancient face. But it wasn't the dust that began it. Count Andrei da Silva gazed over the ruined landscape of the once lush land of Neo Waianae from atop Red Hill, now a barren radioactive landscape. This place, which was the birthplace of their people.

King Junkalunka was appointed by his people in the Age of Order, and at first he had lead his people into a promising and prosperous future. But he turned aside from his purpose and followed his own path, militarizing and pursuing his personal ambitions and confronting the Hegemony, who's time to fall had not yet come. And the Hegemony laughed at this pretender and upstart, and in a web of entangling alliances King Junkalunka was caught up and plunged into a war that could not be won, and died in it valiantly.

It was a harsh lesson for the remainder of the Nesian people, and they split; half following the King's son, an ace fighter pilot with the call sign Mobius 1... and the rest following himself, the King's Cousin Andrei da Silva. The sons were as different as the King and his wife had been.

Mobius 1 was young and sought revenge and glory... joining the assorted scum and villainy at Vox Populi, just as his father would have done, ignoring the Lord Akua's calls and eventually being betrayed by his "comrades" in the reactionary front, silently assassinated at midnight with a blow of an ice pick after his defection.

Count Andrei da Silva sighed at the memory. He had pleaded with Mobius not to further risk the lives of the people left under his command, but to follow Akua's command to protect His people. Mobius' death changed Andrei, the wisest in the royal family. He took charge of the combined Nesian people and began to openly support the Age of Order, and he began to fear as he saw the reactionaries growing in strength. From the protection of NATO he was able to educate many on the positive reality of the order... but far too late to have a real effect.

Listening to Akua's will he prepared his people for the coming armageddon, and the people traveled on the ocean until he was old, avoiding the global catastrophe about them. Kalaikz was born at sea into a harsh life.

When they came back to land Andrei and his people was stunned. The Order had fallen and was forced to pay reparations to vulgar forces that raped and pillaged entire nations. Uncounted millions had died in the fire. The world was now a destabilized multipolar mess, apparently governed by ever changing coalitions of cowards, bullies and villains. Roving bands of mauraders searched all lands looking to steal lost technologies and food from helpless victims; even the red sphere was under assault from foreign thugs and thieves. The devastation he had witnessed to Neo Waianae in the time of King Junkalunka now touched the entire world.

Kalaikz became exposed to horror at a young age; when he and his father were scouting with a recon squad one day they helplessly witnessed helicopters filled with reavers and goons plunder a small village, committing graphic war crimes against its citizens. Andrei's saddest thought was that his son may never rule in a world as free and prosperous as the one that flourished in the Age of Order.

And yet Kalaikz grew into an upstanding, handsome young man, seemingly unaffected by the despairing world around him he is much loved by his people and many other peoples. Still, one could sometimes see a glint of hardness in his eye and he is known to be quick to anger as well as pity.

After Andrei retired Kalaikz had lead the people to the gates of Francograd. The city was battered but secure when they arrived. Kalaikz marveled at it's beauty and construction, witnessing the proud heir to a lost age. Even though the infrastructure was run down and despite the rolling blackouts, he could see that the city had withstood the war and following depression better than any other on the planet. Citizens moved about freely without fear of safety, and one would almost think they were visiting the golden past if it wasn't for the weary, burned look one could see in their eyes.

Yet they carry on, just as the Nesian people carried on, even with a thousand nations staring hatefully at their gate, wishing to kill every man woman and child within. But the mauraders never get far into pacifican territory without answer, and none ever reach the gates alive.

Still, the night is unnerving even to Andrei and his son. The remains of nuclear winter circulated in the stratosphere, creating a faint aurora that could sometimes be glimpsed on a clear night. Sometimes they would shudder, sensing a deadly invisible presence 30,000 feet above, perhaps a shroom spy plane eyeballing the city below. Even though Pacifica knows peace and freedom, the rest of the world did not, and it was not safe to go far. Perhaps the loyal remains of the Old Order really were the last elements of civilization left in these dark ages.

Andrei turned away from the scene and headed back to his shuttle. [i]If so, we must simply show them the way.[/i]

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