It was in the evening on that causal summer's day in the city. The seasonal rain was pouring down upon the walled up city of Siag and it's gigantic defensive dome. As the water would fall down the cities hydro filtration system and purify acidic rain and other pollutants before water would be released from the top of the down to the city below, as well as redirected to Siag's water supply containment units for storage and supply.
Yet another dreary day was nearing it's end as the grey storm clouds could be seen through the transparency of the dome. However, city life was abundant during this time within the city as Moebians of all species, as well as permitted overlanders and humans went about their tasks and business from within.Holographic billboards glared showing off advertisements, as well as the occasional healthy dose of Order state propaganda, and monitors shown all manner of product, news, and of course political message throughout the city. Citizens walked the dank and wet streets in raincoats down the sidewalks as all manner of hovercraft and the occasional Civil Authority 310 "Enforcer" Raven Gunship would fly overhead to monitor the city and look out for any crime. Life went on in Siag while under the watchful gaze of the baron who's office was high up in the Central Administration Building in the middle of the city.
"Another day, another rainstorm. Summer sucks, I can't wait for it to become Autumn." A black and grey fured fox said as he looked down from a window in his office upon the city.
"Oh well, at least it's not thundering. I hate when I have to hear that while doing paperwork. I guess I'm just procrastinating." The slightly tall vulpine man said as he turned around and looked at a bunch of files on his desk.
"I honestly don't see why people are so obsessed with power on our world, all it gets you is responsibility and having to fill out all this shit. I wonder if dad had to fill out all this crap when I was a kid, no wonder he didn't have time to play with me. I guess I'll better bite the bullet and get back to it." The fox said as he turned around and headed back into his seat, clearly not wanting to continue his work.
If there was one thing Grief hated, it was paperwork. He would much rather want to be on the frontlines helping the Order secure their victories on the prime world, or even defending the anti-world from Egg Empire incursions and GUN strike forces. Still, he was the baron and everyone depended on his authorization.
As he got confty in his fitting chair he took a form and then placed it on his desk before reading it. Now would begin the baron's bane of being a leader, having to either approve or deny every little thing that would benefit or hurt not only Siag, but all of Moebius. It was tedious work as he began to run through the forms, yet it was his final word that would affect thousands if not millions.
"Approved........Approved.........What? You got to be joking! Denied!" He would said as he took one of his stamps and pressed down on it before signing the form.
Yet another dreary day was nearing it's end as the grey storm clouds could be seen through the transparency of the dome. However, city life was abundant during this time within the city as Moebians of all species, as well as permitted overlanders and humans went about their tasks and business from within.Holographic billboards glared showing off advertisements, as well as the occasional healthy dose of Order state propaganda, and monitors shown all manner of product, news, and of course political message throughout the city. Citizens walked the dank and wet streets in raincoats down the sidewalks as all manner of hovercraft and the occasional Civil Authority 310 "Enforcer" Raven Gunship would fly overhead to monitor the city and look out for any crime. Life went on in Siag while under the watchful gaze of the baron who's office was high up in the Central Administration Building in the middle of the city.
"Another day, another rainstorm. Summer sucks, I can't wait for it to become Autumn." A black and grey fured fox said as he looked down from a window in his office upon the city.
"Oh well, at least it's not thundering. I hate when I have to hear that while doing paperwork. I guess I'm just procrastinating." The slightly tall vulpine man said as he turned around and looked at a bunch of files on his desk.
"I honestly don't see why people are so obsessed with power on our world, all it gets you is responsibility and having to fill out all this shit. I wonder if dad had to fill out all this crap when I was a kid, no wonder he didn't have time to play with me. I guess I'll better bite the bullet and get back to it." The fox said as he turned around and headed back into his seat, clearly not wanting to continue his work.
If there was one thing Grief hated, it was paperwork. He would much rather want to be on the frontlines helping the Order secure their victories on the prime world, or even defending the anti-world from Egg Empire incursions and GUN strike forces. Still, he was the baron and everyone depended on his authorization.
As he got confty in his fitting chair he took a form and then placed it on his desk before reading it. Now would begin the baron's bane of being a leader, having to either approve or deny every little thing that would benefit or hurt not only Siag, but all of Moebius. It was tedious work as he began to run through the forms, yet it was his final word that would affect thousands if not millions.
"Approved........Approved.........What? You got to be joking! Denied!" He would said as he took one of his stamps and pressed down on it before signing the form.