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Samuel Leaves Absolution

Samuel stared out over the expanse of the wastes before taking one last look back at absolution. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out the only of value left to him. He'd been on a mission when the subdwellers struck back, so he didn't hear about the initial raids on his home District XZV, subsector 2. Being from such a low sector he found himself spending weeks at a time if not longer scouting out and disarming possibly volatile situations, though he had never been briefed on exactly who it was he was taking out, they all looked to be suffering, and all looked just as undernourished as the next target living in the sublevels. But no matter how depressed he became, no matter how many children he was forced to watch cry over the body of what he could only assume was their remaining parent, Samuel found a way to remain positive, to even smile when he returned home to his little shack of a home.

But when he returned from his last mission before the psychic war, what he found shook him to his core. The entire sector had been demolished, but it wasn't just a few people missing, bodies littered the entire sector, and once he finally made it through the chaos Samuel found most of subsector 2 covered in nothing but blood and flames, no one survived. It wasn't long until the senator from District D was found with her brains painted across her home and the Psychic-Wars began.

With the number of deaths in the opening skirmishes, Districts and departments began to not matter, it simply became a fight to not be the one with their brains plastered on the walls, or in their helmets, but Sam quickly threw himself into the fight, the nameplate of District XZV, Subsector 2 leading most engagements he stepped into. Sam's luck held for nearly 12 years before it finally ran out. It was during one assault that a wide psionic blast hit Samuel's regiment, frying most of their brains before they even knew what hit them. In a snap reaction Samuel turned his rifle and managed to take out the right psychic, stopping the assault before blacking out and saving the second half of the regiment. After nearly 6 months of surgery and intensive care, it was decided to pull the plug on Samuel, but despite this he kept on breathing and even managed to pull through. By then, the war was winding down, and Samuel had lost his voice. It was deemed that the cerebral scarring caused by the blast was permanent; no ways to reverse it and that he would be unable to speak again. Starting to hear rumors of other patients going missing who were deemed ‘irreparable’ Samuel took his chances and slipped out of the hospital ward. As he took shelter in the district he had once called home Samuel realized he had nothing left to go back to, Absolution didn’t care about a disabled Peacekeeper, even a veteran who had served them in both times of peace, and war. Sam began to take on odd jobs, helping the remaining Peacekeepers in whatever fashion he could while remaining under the government’s radar, so when he heard Chapman’s call to leave Absolution behind, Samuel didn’t even think twice.

Now here he stood, several months later staring at the outside of Absolution, a more sickening sight then anything he had seen within. Looking down at the piece of cloth, the words District XZV, Subsector 2 were quite worn from all those battles before. Turning the cloth over a simple, black and white picture was sewn into the back of the cloth, releasing the cloth to the wind Samuel took aim, obliterating the face of the man who had once served Absolution, who would fight to protect anyone he could from their tyranny.

As the Peacekeepers walked away from Absolution, the cloth fluttered back to the ground, the only remaining image upon the picture being that of a beautiful woman, heavy with child, standing before the door of a shack in District XVZ, Subsector 2.

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Samuel Leaves Absolution

Samuel stared out over the expanse of the wastes before taking one last look back at absolution. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out the only of value left to him. He'd been on a mission when the subdwellers struck back, so he didn't hear about the initial raids on his home District XZV, subsector 2. Being from such a low sector he found himself spending weeks at a time if not longer scouting out and disarming possibly volatile situations, though he had never been briefed on exactly who it was he was taking out, they all looked to be suffering, and all looked just as undernourished as the next target living in the sublevels. But no matter how depressed he became, no matter how many children he was forced to watch cry over the body of what he could only assume was their remaining parent, Samuel found a way to remain positive, to even smile when he returned home to his little shack of a home.

But when he returned from his last mission before the psychic war, what he found shook him to his core. The entire sector had been demolished, but it wasn't just a few people missing, bodies littered the entire sector, and once he finally made it through the chaos Samuel found most of subsector 2 covered in nothing but blood and flames, no one survived. It wasn't long until the senator from District D was found with her brains painted across her home and the Psychic-Wars began.

With the number of deaths in the opening skirmishes, Districts and departments began to not matter, it simply became a fight to not be the one with their brains plastered on the walls, or in their helmets, but Sam quickly threw himself into the fight, the nameplate of District XZV, Subsector 2 leading most engagements he stepped into. Sam's luck held for nearly 12 years before it finally ran out. It was during one assault that a wide psionic blast hit Samuel's regiment, frying most of their brains before they even knew what hit them. In a snap reaction Samuel turned his rifle and managed to take out the right psychic, stopping the assault before blacking out and saving the second half of the regiment. After nearly 6 months of surgery and intensive care, it was decided to pull the plug on Samuel, but despite this he kept on breathing and even managed to pull through. By then, the war was winding down, and Samuel had lost his voice. It was deemed that the cerebral scarring caused by the blast was permanent; no ways to reverse it and that he would be unable to speak again. Starting to hear rumors of other patients going missing who were deemed ‘irreparable’ Samuel took his chances and slipped out of the hospital ward. As he took shelter in the district he had once called home Samuel realized he had nothing left to go back to, Absolution didn’t care about a disabled Peacekeeper, even a veteran who had served them in both times of peace, and war. Sam began to take on odd jobs, helping the remaining Peacekeepers in whatever fashion he could while remaining under the government’s radar, so when he heard Chapman’s call to leave Absolution behind, Samuel didn’t even think twice.

Now here he stood, several months later staring at the outside of Absolution, a more sickening sight then anything he had seen within. Looking down at the piece of cloth, the words District XZV, Subsector 2 were quite worn from all those battles before. Turning the cloth over a simple, black and white picture was sewn into the back of the cloth, releasing the cloth to the wind Samuel took aim, obliterating the face of the man who had once served Absolution, who would fight to protect anyone he could from their tyranny.

As the Peacekeepers walked away from Absolution, the cloth fluttered back to the ground, the only remaining image upon the picture being that of a beautiful woman, heavy with child, standing before the door of a shack in District XVZ, Subsector 2.