[center][b][Yorva, Human Controlled System] [Stability: Decreasing] [Situation: Escalating Rebellion][/b][/center] [i]Adene [u]City Io, Market District[/u] [/i] A human majority city, with only a ten percent Yorvian population. [i]"Irritating."[/i] was Adene's only thought. It was a cold morning, 9:00 AM with the sun shining down onto the city as the sky was cloudless. Birds hopped about in the town square, picking at food as people walked by carrying bags filled with fruit. The stalls and vendors active and alive as people would come and go, money in hand and quickly spent. In the middle of the square was a religious structure, cathedral-like in looks, with a stature of the Emporium of Man's leader- the holy 'Thorisan' gracing the city with his appearance in steel form -at the sides of the religious structure. It is here that the humans held much faith in their Emperor, selling goods from Human cargo ships, human workers gathering around and talking to each other, human youth waiting for local transport to move them back home...So many humans. Never in her life had she seen a city of her own kind, Yorvians. They existed beyond her, out of reach and unable to be accessed. There were many times where the officers would assure that somehow, one day, she would. But it always got farther and farther away, every time she left that dreadful bunker it'd be right into a vehicle, then in a box, then mailed somewhere halfway across this hostile planet into a human city, killing a guard or two and hiding until she could walk about without suspicion. Well, any more suspicion then the regular human already has. "Adene." Her earpiece buzzed. It was the same voice of the same man who stayed the calm under every circumstance. A communications officer that was never seen, the guiding and impossibly intelligent voice that gave all orders and all directions, no more living than she was, just another person working towards the freedom of this planet. There was no room for friendship or small talk, nor even anything deep and philosophical. "Go ahead." Adene replied emptily, watching a young human pull her mother over to a stall selling little toy soldiers, carved from wood by the vendor himself, who was happy to sell them. They were so innocent in nature. [i]It hurt to watch.[/i] Adene would swiftly look away from the human populous and blankly ahead, moving through with her hands in her pockets, wearing a long coat that hid her body. The milita stationed at the square would be watching Adene and the few Yorvians that lived here undoubtedly, their hatred of the native populace knowing no bounds. "Everyone is in position, plant the devices. When it commences, you know what to do." Her earpiece buzzed once more, a silent Yorvian who walked by her gave a light nod and kept on walking. Every Yorvian in this city held some sort of hatred for humanity, every week had its raid, every month had its executions. It wasn't hard to inspire a open rebellion, all they needed was a signal, a very big and loud signal that every news channel would focus on for views. Sure, the humans would deal with the propaganda that'd coat this event as a little mistake by construction workers, but the Yorvians in this city would know the truth... Well, so the Liberation Front thought. Adene kept moving on up to the walls of the cathedral, feeling the stone with a single hand as any human nearby would quickly begin to shift uncomfortably, moving away from the wall and glaring as Adene walked past. There were so many of them, crowds of them, varied in nature but all with the same disgust. Some spitting at her while others cursed insults. So common. Her hands would slip back into her pockets, feeling the metallic rectangular device covered in a strange substance. That substance was a perfect combination of chemicals that'd keep this device attached to stone, the same stone this cathedral was made out of. Once most of the humans had looked away and moved on, she'd place a single device on the wall, moving off to walk around the entrance of the cathedral. Cameras adjusted and watched her carefully, the guards of the cathedral hissing and spouting insults loudly. "Rat-faced mongrel." "Ear-freak!" "Snout-nosed [i]bitch![/i]" The insults were not unexpected for quite a few reasons, though the most important was their 'glorious' carpet- a long red one that extended out from the cathedral, which she walked on to get over to the other side and around the corner. Some of the soldiers would chant and get joined by fellow humans, who were quick to back off once she disappeared again and was far from their sight. Once around to the other wall, she'd plant the device and walk off toward the street right near the square, walking across once the road was clear of moving traffic and heading toward a nearby store on the corner of a building facing the square, owned by a Yorvian himself. "So, how goes today?" the store owner asked, patiently waiting outside the entrance while another Yorvian managed the cash register inside. "Pretty good." Adene stated calmly, lifting up a detonator in front of him, clicking it. In a single second grey clouds covered the square, encompassing all that could be seen while stone debris flew around, smashing into the statues, cowering humans and nearby stalls. Nearby buildings would have their windows broken from the sheer blast, meanwhile the cathedral groaned loudly. Guards nearby would rush into the cloud, human civilians running the opposite, quickly bunching up under the shadow of ceilings and behind cars or pillars. It wasn't long before the cathedral itself collapsed in on itself, followed by an even larger cloud of debris pushing outward. Adene and the store owner would walk inside and quickly close the door while the outside was filled with panic... In the following minutes a gunfight would ensue, between Yorvian rebels and the human defenders, which then would swiftly end in human victory thanks to a their superior firepower and weaponry. Those who could hide did, embracing the beginner of the soon-to-be war that'd kick off in [i]Io[/i], one of the largest cities on this planet. The silence, the cease-fire between Yorvian and Human cities, and all that waiting. The suspense was finally gone, war had come back home.