station. The video had been recorded several weeks earlier. Xander pressed Play. “ Hey! This is your dad. I miss you so much and wish that I could be with you. I’m sorry that I haven’t been there for you, but I’m always thinking of you. You may not understand all of this now, but I hope you’re proud of what I’ve done someday. I’ll always be with you.. . ”
Xander choked back the tears. He set the data pad down and looked away. Nathan had given his life so they could survive. He would not let that sacrifice be in vain. They would never be able to achieve true enlightenment under the suffocating rule of the government. He wasn’t sure how he was going to do it, or what role the object would play, but he would make them suffer. When a distant assembly asserts their will with violence and irreverence there can be only one logical outcome – revolution.
"I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones."
- Albert Einstein 1945
The Last Revolution:
Rise of a Nation
Chapter 1
Alden could feel the rhythmic beats of his heart against his rib cage. His legs were tight from the exertion but he loved the feeling. The workout reminded him he was in control of his body. The ocean air parted before him as he jogged along the beach and the sound of waves crashing against the beach was his constant companion. He barely noticed them, but in this moment he realized how comforting it had all become. The island’s central mountain rose before him, blanketed by a lush tropical forest.
The school was barely visible in the distance; the building’s roofs rose defiantly from the surrounding jungle. The rest of the campus was obscured by a small hill, but a warm shower and the barracks lay just around the corner. The Polemarch would be here within the hour and the thought of attending his first high-level meeting with General Sokolov and Polemarch Vasentus caused even more blood to surge through his veins.
There was a slight sting in his lungs and his chest tightened at the thought of the Polemarch. He had been the one who’d assigned them the Siberian mission.
Suddenly his arm vibrated; looking at the digital display on his wrist deck he pressed a button and initiated the communication subroutine. A holographic image of General Sokolov appeared before him and drifted effortlessly over the sand as he ran.
“Yes sir,” Alden said.
General Sokolov was in his military uniform smoking a cigar as usual. He looked up at Alden. “There’s been a change of plans. I need you to meet the Polemarch’s flight when it arrives.”
“Yes sir. Anything else I need to know?”
“Take Vasentus directly to the reactor. I’ll meet you there.”
With that Sokolov pressed a button and disappeared from Alden’s view.
Forty minutes later, Alden found himself standing in the sand once more, but now he was dressed in his best uniform and smelled far better. The sun was at its apex and scorched everything beneath it. A dozen soldiers had accompanied him to meet the Polemarch’s flight, including Gabriel. They were the only two Angele Dei currently on the island; the other soldiers were regular conscripts that had merely been assigned to the base. Gabriel stood several inches taller than him and bore a striking resemblance to the ancient Nordic races. In contrast Alden had short dark hair, an athletic frame and what he felt was decent enough looks.
The sound was barely audible at first, but Alden picked it up. Shielding his eyes from the sun he searched for the incoming jet. Dark clouds were forming in the distance, but they would dissipate under the weather net. Just then, an unnatural ripple appeared in the sky and the faintest sound of an engine washed over them. Gabriel must have heard it too, because he was the only other soldier looking up.