The People’s Republic of Haven is rotting from the inside out. The visible section still displays traces of her former glory, in her glory days, with names like Péricard Tower, but below, it’s all rotten. I still remember talking history with fellow Aprilists, trying to pass along what bits of history we’d learned.

I’ve come a long way, from “Brigade Commander Delta” with the Aprilists and CRU to a “People’s Commissioner”. Now, my former “fellow comrades” of the CRU are running what Kevin and I had hoped, and Javier and I still hope, will one day be the Republic again.