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"It was horrible," the man clad in white remarked. His tone was dismissive, yet his subtle grin suggested otherwise. "It was an incredibly horrific thing to experience."
The crowd remained silent as they sat in their seats, circling the center stage, excited yet hesitant for the next words the man would say. On the stage, two men sat in glorious high chairs, one masked, as they interviewed the man in white.
"Do you tend to wake up from your sleep and regret the orders that you carried in Camerade?" the masked interviewer said.
"Yes, I do," the white man peered his view away. "But I understand that it was for the sake of the Emperor! So that our grand moon of which we talk, Luna, continues to prosper! So that the heretics in Camerade, the heretics littered around our earth, Gaea, are suppressed under the holy banner of the Enlightened!"
"But you massacred civilians," the interviewer interrupted the man in his egotistic frenzy. "Visor. Kynes Nall, you massacred civilians."
This was no ordinary interview, but a trial. A trial carried out by the emperor himself to rebuke the name of the Visor standing before him with his right fist of masked men.
"The Emperor has brought me here today, and though you rule the planet of Gaea, and stand for the moon Luna, I am above you as of the moment, under the wish of the Emperor."
"Yes, I understand, Sir, but you must open your eyes to my turf. The people of Camerade hauled weapons of mass destruction, inhibiting their consciousness into mechanical frames they referred to as the Mechanaia!" The audience erupted in gasps, shuddering even the masked man. "I understand the wipeout that I had done may seem unruly, but who am I to allow such barbaric intentions to rival the superiority of the Emperor?" The Visor stood from his seat as he cried his truth out to the audience.
"Very well. But do you have an example, evidence of these Mechanaias?"
"I am the Visor of Gaea, and the leader of its moon, Luna, of course I do."
Loud, incandescent synths flooded the building, as a white flashing light arose from the dark halls leading outside the room. A frail, stripped, mechanical body limped itself out onto the stage, shackled, battered, clanking.
The audience erupted in slight fear as the masked interviewer dropped his information tablet in shock.
"Behold! The weapons of heretics! The weapons of Gaea! These creatures, these foul creatures!" The Visor said as he grabbed the shackles, strangling the mechanical being. "This is what threatens the Emperor's rule on earth!"
"And this is not one factor, but countless more! Camerade, Chimera, Overgrief, the heretics, the rebels are rising!"