Wednesday, March 3, 2010


The Overmaster was dead, long live the Overmaster. As soon as we figured out who the new Overmaster would be.

My eldest brother, Caleb, had spent a lifetime making allies among the senate and powerful families. He believes that should conflict arise, they’ll back him. He may be right.

Middle child Drake is a military man. A general, his soldiers fiercely loyal to him. Should he order it, they’ll storm the capital gladly.

I’m the youngest, the dreamer. Always in my lab working on my pet projects.

Watching Battlemechs come off the assembly line. Thousands of them.

Bring it, bitches.

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