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Corps aboli (Cont.) — Chapter 1 C

⚝ Intercepted At April 17, 2026

Chapter 1 (Cont.)


Gilberte Motel looked like a haunted apparition in the vast landscape. The outskirts of Romain are largely abandoned since quite some time. In fact, most borderlands around La république are ghost states as far as civilian population and civil activities are concerned. The borderlands are functionally isolated from the deepstates, where the majority of national population has relocated to. The population in the borderlands, on the other hand, have specialisations of various types than a regular distribution of civilians and classes. Facilities like Sorebon in Romain region, Grelottan in Auxeilles region and so on, comprise the highest heatmaps of national activities, as driven by the constitution, in the borderlands. There are some other relatively minor government activities such as dead drop convoys, safehouses etc. Some other activities, of citizen-owned nature, are not governmentally endorsed but are generally tolerated. These do not get standalone national protection and are reliant on private technologies and mercenaries for security. Gilberte Motel falls within this category. On the other hand, the types of human activities declared rogue by Danarc authority, outnumber the short taxonomy of government-overseen reach within the region. La république considers the native 'rogues' as dissidents and foreign 'rogues' as threats. But the borderlands are vast enough and the population low enough that there are no grand-scale war. After the strange calamity decades ago, what has been transpiring here cannot be called a war proper. With regards to how war has been historically understood, the current situation is something very alien. More precise description would be a state of lawlessness where the conflicts are not just among factions. Far greater than any human-to-human tension, there are human-to-nature ones. Phenomena never before experienced. Noumena never before theorised. Human conflicts are still as brutal as ever before, but fall behind in the scale of significance and impact only because humanity has had no knowledge of encountering nature like this ever before. So in the past few decades, what has been going in the borderlands is not a (historically understood) war but an enormous anomalous event with aspects of factional conflicts. And due to the extremely low population density, the martial conflicts have always been tactical and concerned with institutional motives and not aggressive/concerned with territory. There is a reason that the former residents of these regions have largely relocated inside the deepstates. Nevertheless, human signs with humanly constructs remain; in Romain and in the rest of the borderlands. Gilberte Motel is solitary within the range of a few square miles. There could be hidden safehouses/other places of interests around but as far as the map-addressed and directory-certified knowledge of this part of Romain goes, Gilberte Motel is a solitary sight in a large deserted area. There are some cars in Gilberte's yard and various turrets and surveillance systems around, although the latter two are strategically hidden from the main view of the motel without any overstatement of their presence. From outside, Room 210 looked identical to any of the other ones in Gilberte. The curtains were expanded to full extent in virtually every room in the motel. Just a few minutes ago, there was not sufficient light to pick out that detail of curtains' state from outside inspection. In the vast landscape and with a higher degree of visibility, Gilberte Motel looked haunted, but no longer an apparition. In Room 210, Doctor Bruisseau had already concealed the windows and gone back to the table. He stood by it and closed the lid of the container on the table. The whole night has been passed in research, even though he had only rented a room to get some rest. The official M.O. was to take off with the container in the morning. In current state, there was no safe way for him to drive to Sorebon. Bruisseau double-checked the door to see if it was secure and quickly laid down on the bed. "All I have left to do now is get sleep", he thought to himself.

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In memoriam Clayton Counts & For Neil Keener Mk. 2 XII / Even to the Edge of Doom II

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