Well, it was something. But nothing was coming along as he wanted. In an effort to not cause too much trouble in town, Connor found himself in the rooftops avoiding those patrolling soldiers. Martial law, a recipe for disaster. He hated this. All of it. He knew enough about that to see where it was all headed.
This was not the way. Just some man telling lies to everyone saying it was and then getting his way. Control. Suppressing and oppression of the people.
Ah yes. That "C" word.
The circulation of pops had near stopped, which could mean a potential black market. Or a scheme could happen when the people's defenses were down.
So many problems. In a world in which resources were plentiful, Connor still felt like he had none right now.
Purpose. He felt more and more that there was a reason for him being here. Which, oddly enough, had halted his search to return home.
Unless if the people he wanted to protect were safe, his job was never done. No one here he felt were really safe. Yet, also, at his time he felt no one was safe. Not even his own people.
Hrm. Such...weirdness.
He found his way onto campus when he caught Ziio in the corner of his eye. He shot a sharp turn toward her direction, wherever she was/headed.
Outside
That was what was going on with Connor.
Well, it was something. But nothing was coming along as he wanted. In an effort to not cause too much trouble in town, Connor found himself in the rooftops avoiding those patrolling soldiers. Martial law, a recipe for disaster. He hated this. All of it. He knew enough about that to see where it was all headed.
This was not the way. Just some man telling lies to everyone saying it was and then getting his way. Control. Suppressing and oppression of the people.
Ah yes. That "C" word.
The circulation of pops had near stopped, which could mean a potential black market. Or a scheme could happen when the people's defenses were down.
So many problems. In a world in which resources were plentiful, Connor still felt like he had none right now.
Purpose. He felt more and more that there was a reason for him being here. Which, oddly enough, had halted his search to return home.
Unless if the people he wanted to protect were safe, his job was never done. No one here he felt were really safe. Yet, also, at his time he felt no one was safe. Not even his own people.
Hrm. Such...weirdness.
He found his way onto campus when he caught Ziio in the corner of his eye. He shot a sharp turn toward her direction, wherever she was/headed.