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TᕼE ᒪIᖴEᔕ Oᖴ ᗩ ᗷOOᔕTEᖇ GᗩᑎG ᑕᕼᗩᑎGE ᗯᕼEᑎ ᗩ ᑭOᗯEᖇ ᑭᒪᗩY ᗷY ᗩ ᗰEGᗩ-ᑕOᖇᑭOᖇᗩTIOᑎ TᕼᖇEᗩTEᑎᔕ TᕼEIᖇ ᐯEᖇY E᙭IᔕTEᑎᑕE.

𝚆𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢.

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚐𝚘𝚊𝚕𝚜. 𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚠, 𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝟿𝚖𝚖 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚢. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚆𝚆𝟹, 𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝙶𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚘. 𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛-𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚝. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎, 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚐𝚘𝚊𝚕𝚜. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌-𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝙷𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚢 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 '𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗'. 𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚕 - 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝙷𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢. 

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎? 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚘𝚋 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚞𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚐𝚎. 𝙲𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎, 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚢. 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚕, 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚍. 𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝙲𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛-𝚌𝚘𝚙, 𝚊𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚝, 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚜.

𝙷𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍, 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚜. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚢𝚎𝚊 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎. 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚐, 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚏, 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚢. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝, 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚠𝚢𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚎𝚍 𝚁𝚊𝚣𝚘𝚛𝚜. 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚓𝚘𝚋, 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚛.

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚛 '𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕' 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚏 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝. 𝙶𝚘𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚙 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚛𝚢. 𝙻𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜.

𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚐? 𝙸𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚢, 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚋 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚛. 𝚁𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.

𝙰 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 ‘𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝’. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝’𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝. 𝙰 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝, 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎, 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠, 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚛. 𝙰𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝’𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚜, 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝, 𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚜, 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝙰𝚍𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜, 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑𝚜, 𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜, тяαιтѕ, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎.

𝙴𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚎, 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛, 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝙿𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚅𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 нυмαηιту. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜, 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚗𝚎’𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚢. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚎, 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝’𝚜 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜. 𝙸𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚑𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚎 ‘𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢’. 𝙰𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.

Nick dragged himself through the ship's corridors eventually it was time to go, go for the deployment that they had been waiting for a long time. Equipment adorned through some resistance at first, the armor wasn't brand new hell this would probably be the 30th time it was issued to a trooper. A good piece of equipment that survived always went to the next, except maybe the armor wasn't as good as it use to be. Nick thought to himself as he got all his gear together, and of course the Auto-cannon which was lugged into pre-deployment area where the unit started to prepare and then drop down to the hell below. Some say it was a rogue colony of sorts that was rebelling against the Emperor, all that Nick knew was there would be a lot of shooty shooting.

Richard started talking to him, Richard was the assistant gunner to Nick. He made the Auto-cannon was never hungry, and that it was always SHOOTING. His voice was reassuring, the attack would go with ease or the two of them would both cease to exist. It didn't bother him, Nick always thought dying was just a process of life. Nick responded"Heh... Yea we'll corpse as many as we can." He looked over at the auto-cannon it's big barrel just looked hungry enough for some combat. The veteran was talking, a sergeant somebody he was inspiring but inspiration for combat already came from the long waiting the unit had done until now.

There were others around him of course, those consoling those who were not ready for the drop. The new, the old, the weak. In the end the battle would make them strong men & women or just plain dead. He leaned back into the dull chair he was sitting in, like many have done before Nick contemplated the whole situation. To his understanding, he and Richard would be in the back to hold down cover fire over the entire unit. Sucks for those who have to be the front and foremost.

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