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>>1352060
“Soldiers have always struggled to find a place after their war ends,” Char begins, his sidearm still leveled at your head. “And I believe they always will. You know this to be true as well as I do, though you found a meaningful fight to pursue not long after finally betraying Zeon. At first I thought I was fortunate to end up on Axis, but it quickly became evident that those who withdrew after Zeon's destruction were all in the same situation of looking for meaning on another battlefield.”

“In leaving Axis Lady Mineva and Lady Haman were both fortunate as well, falling in with a band of soldiers who had found a fight worth dedicating themselves to,” Char continues to recount your own history. “To protect newtypes and maintain stability during an uneasy peace. I however found myself once more seeking meaning, my own personal vendettas having long been satisfied. Only those around me seemed to find any meaning in fighting.”

“After the final defeat of the militant Zeon remnants of Mars and your own accidental discovery of faster-than-light travel, I seized the opportunity to disappear,” Char tells you, finally getting to the part you haven't heard about yet. Perhaps he's sensed your impatience, or perhaps he's merely grown impatient himself. “And so I faked my death. I destroyed the mobile suit I had been piloting and stowed away on a cargo vessel, waiting for word to spread that I had gone missing.”

“When was it you figured out the nature of your abilities?” you ask, having noticed that curious omission. “Did something happen while you were a stowaway?”

Char shakes his head, careful never to break eye contact. “No, it was more of a gradual realization than what I gather happened in your instance. There was no dramatic situation, no life or death struggle. I was simply sneaking out to forage when I overheard a report on the satellite news that I had gone missing. They even put up a picture of my face, a fairly recent one at that... and the crewman watching it turned and looked me straight in the eyes.”

“He made a comment about my disappearance and went back to watching the news.”

“So even with a picture readily available to compare to, he couldn't tell it was you?” you ask, the anecdote dovetailing rather nicely with your own understanding of his newtype abilities. “And that's how you knew?”

“I had prepared to kill him,” Char admits, the faintest hint of discomfort evident in a slight shift in mood and tone. “When I realized that there was no recognition there I was too relieved to even question how. But after a while it dawned on me that there was no way he should have failed to recognize my face.”
>2/?

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>>1352071
“And you didn't try and contact Natalie?” you ask incredulously. “Why didn't you take her with you? She was heartbroken when we finally gave up the search.

“Natalie Bianchi is a good woman,” Char replies tiredly, as if he doesn't want to think about her. “She deserves a better future than following around a dead man... and my concern was that if anyone realized I was still alive the very trick that was giving me this second chance at life would be ruined. And in that event, a cheap pair of sunglasses and a silly moniker wouldn't keep me out of the public eye.”

“A second chance?” you press.

Char nods slightly, his focus returning. “I dedicated my life to revenge the first time, and once I attained it my life lost meaning. So I treated my supposed “death” as a chance to start over, to take a different path.”

“Sounds like you finally found your fortune after all,” you muse.

“It was miserable,” Char insists flatly. “Where you see the universe as an untamed wilderness to be settled and appreciated for its endless beauty and danger, I saw only the same petty squabbles that existed before we left Earth for the stars. The Earth Federation may have collapsed, and Zeon may have been drastically changed, but we brought the same seeds of destruction that led to the One Year War with us into the far reaches of space.”

“Wherever we go as a species, the same tragedies that plagued our parents' generation and the generations before will unfold anew,” Char concludes. “That is what my time in the far territories taught me.”

“Well, you're still a right ray of sunshine,” you grumble, “but that still leaves one question unanswered...”

“Why am I here?” Char completes the thought.

“You tell me,” you reply with an arched eyebrow.

“I heard of a 'free colony' while I was out on Epsilon Eridani a,” Char explains, mentioning the fairly new colony world which was founded there just two years ago. “I decided that I was curious what that would look like in practical terms, so I stowed away on a cargo vessel bound for the Sol system... in a curious twist it was your ship which provided escort for the convoy.”
>3/?

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>>1352087
“It was almost exactly as I feared of course,” he admits in a dismissive tone. “Corruption, public discontent bordering on revolution, threats of terrorism. But what I did not expect was to find myself here in the thick of it. My own name being used to drive people to support open rebellion. I had to get closer to the heart of this conspiracy.”

“And you discovered that it was a clone of yourself that was in charge?”

Char nods again. “Correct. And so I lied my way into the pilot corps of this little rebellion, then used my new position to begin collecting intel on their operations. I avoided being caught because many of them seemed to truly believe theirs was the one true Char Aznable, making any similarities I bore to him an amusing coincidence at most.”

“And how much did you learn?”

“In the three weeks I've been directly involved with them, not nearly enough,” Char admits. “Your arrival upset my plans... thankfully I was able to adjust to the changing situation.”

“So now I must ask, what brought you and your partner to this place?” Char presses, narrowing his eyes at you. “What is it you're chasing after now?”

>We don't know yet. All we know is that we've got a piece of something bigger.
>Honestly, we came here to deal with your clone. He was kidnapping newtype kids.
>We want to know why someone went to the trouble of cloning you, and who did it.
>Other?

>>1352094
>>We don't know yet. All we know is that we've got a piece of something bigger.

>>1352094
>>We don't know yet. All we know is that we've got a piece of something bigger.
>Epsilon Eridani a
I'm going to pretend one planet is named Reach.

>>1352094
>>We don't know yet. All we know is that we've got a piece of something bigger.

>>1352103
Whoops, forgot my trip.

>>1352094
>>Honestly, we came here to deal with your clone. He was kidnapping newtype kids.
Which might be part of something bigger for all we know.

>>Other?
Admittedly, taking Artesia's sentiment into account probably had something to do with it a bit too.

“Partly because Luna has heard rumors about your clone here,” you admit, “and your sister wanted to confirm whether or not you were truly involved. She'll be relieved to know that you weren't.”

“Assuming you tell her,” Char interjects, giving you the distinct impression that he wishes to remain 'missing'.

“But honestly we're not entirely sure,” you add quickly. “We think this may be a part of something bigger going on all across human-settled space.”

“And what makes you think that?” Char replies warily.

“It all started with a ship we found adrift in interstellar space,” you explain, describing for Char the vessel whose abandonment you investigated at the start of this entire series of events. You recount the situation your team wandered into on Mars which culminated in an attempted coup and nuclear strike, which you had little choice but to stop.

“So you kept a Zabi in a position of power?” Char asks incredulously, finger tightening on the trigger.

“She's a Zabi in name only,” you insist, refusing to lower your own pistol. “Haman taught her a lot about the intricacies of politics, but she's always had a good heart and a good head on her shoulders. If I didn't have faith in the fact that she was different from her family I'd have dealt with her myself.”

“I suppose that agrees with my assessment,” Char finally admits bitterly. “It's her generation that will salvage our species where even the best-meaning of our own generation could not.”

“Anyway, we discovered that while our mystery ship wasn't built in the royal Martian yards she did incorporate technology developed there. As for where she was built, we found some evidence that Cuithe was the yard chosen. Cima Garahau is working through their records to try and confirm it.”

“So that's where Cima ended up after her political fall from grace,” Char chuckles thoughtfully. “I suppose the pirate life suited her better after all. But you say she works for you now?”

“It's a shared concern,” you admit, “I don't expect anything like loyalty from her. But she tended bar on Cuithe for years, and apparently she hates the way pirate crews tend to work these days.”

“Coming from a pirate that assessment seems less genuine,” Char scowls.

“It makes sense though,” you observe calmly. “She and her Marines shared a bond, the fact that they were Zeon war veterans with no homes to return to, ostracized even by the other Zeon survivors. Her main criticism was that these new pirates don't have any loyalty to each other, or any real unifying cause. And if you think about it, those differences make Cima and her crew much more like old-fashioned privateers than true pirates.”

“Not a distinction I assign much weight,” Char admits, “but I suppose it is a clear distinction in any event.”
>1/2

Thought you'd gone awol on us, King. You never said you were writing.

>>1352175
“And so you were led to Cuithe,” Char muses, “then to Luna by the sound of it. What happened there that brought you to Sweetwater?”

“What seemed like a child kidnapping ring, focused on abducting newtype children,” you explain. “We walked in on one such attempt.”

“And the would-be victim is okay?”

You nod carefully. “She's with us. Her father was once an Earth minister, but now she's an orphan. He died during the abduction attempt.”

“You intend to train her to become a pilot, or a navigator?” Char surmises, no doubt after having carefully sensed your own feelings about the topic of Quess and her future.

“I see a lot of potential, the way she wishes to live up to it is her decision.”

After considering the point for a moment, Char nods sternly. “As it should be. Now tell me, where along the line did you procure that mobile suit of yours? That level of technology is rather impressive, even by the standards of your own bunch.”

>Anaheim Electronics wanted us to field-test its new technologies.
>It's a one-off testbed that we thought could be useful in battle.
>Quit checking out my sister's chassis, pervert.
>Other?

>>1352187
I'm also eating at the moment. Generally speaking when I forget to update when I start writing that's the explanation, I'm either eating or something else came up.

If I ever have to stop that's when I make sure to say so.

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>>1352190
>>Quit checking out my sister's chassis, pervert.
K E K
>>1352193
Fair enough.

>>1352190
>>Anaheim Electronics wanted us to field-test its new technologies.

>>1352175
>“Assuming you tell her,” Char interjects, giving you the distinct impression that he wishes to remain 'missing'.
Kinda hard to put the genie back in the bottle on that one. At best, the clone corpse might make Artesia jump to her own conclusion, but I really doubt Carya would remain silent.

>>1352190
>Anaheim Electronics wanted us to field-test its new technologies.
>Quit checking out my sister's chassis, pervert.

>>1352190
>>Quit checking out my sister's chassis, pervert.
then
>>It's a one-off testbed that we thought could be useful in battle.

>writing

>>1352240
“Quit checking out my sister's chassis, pervert,” you shoot back testily.

“So that is your sister's presence I feel?” Char muses, his pistol's barrel momentarily dipping before snapping back up and onto target. “How is it possible that her presence is piloting while your shared body is here?”

“Well, you remember the psychoframe technology that was coming into its own right before you went missing?” you ask, watching Char nod in understanding. “Well, Anaheim was trying out a bunch of new technologies they'd wanted us to test, so they put a psychoframe into the same machine as an AI support system.”

“An independent AI inside a mobile weapon?” Char's eyes narrow for the second time in this conversation, a far cry from his previous sense of wonder at the technology you're describing.

“I had my doubts as well,” you admit, “but Catrina jumped over to the psychoframe and took up residence in the AI storage matrix built into the testbed mobile suit. So technically she can treat it as though it's her body.”

“That has rather disturbing implications, at least in my mind,” Char admits.

“Well, it's something I think only my sister and I are capable of using since a full AI is too expensive to put into mass production, and putting a newtype soul into it against their will carries a death penalty.”

“So to summarize, you had a sweet deal with Anaheim Electronics?” Char concludes.

You shrug. “Basically. For once they accidentally ended up a step ahead of anyone else, but for their bottom line it was probably a step in the wrong direction.”

After the conversation seems to lose steam, you're left where you started... both of you are aiming your pistols at each other, waiting patiently for something to react to and give you the upper hand. But neither of you wants to act first, out of hope that maybe the situation can be resolved somehow.

>So are you going to lower that gun anytime soon?
>If you don't set that weapon down Artesia will be sad.
>This is over now. You have no escape.
>Other?

>>1352260
>>So are you going to lower that gun anytime soon?
>>If you don't set that weapon down Artesia will be sad.

>>1352260
>If you don't set that weapon down Artesia will be sad.

>>1352260
>>So are you going to lower that gun anytime soon?
If it's just the clone he's after here, that's already pretty much done with.

>>Other?
Ask if he's either gonna go back to his second chance in life afterwards, or if he's gonna press deeper into this conspiracy.

>writing

>>1352318
>dice+3d10, Best of 3
>DC 17, Crit 20

Rolled 4, 4, 7 = 15 (3d10)

>>1352331
SHINIGAMI

Rolled 3, 10, 2 = 15 (3d10)

>>1352331

Rolled 9, 8, 4 = 21 (3d10)

>>1352331

>>1352359
Woohoo. Sorry I was late. Was cooking.

Rolled 10 (1d100)

>>1352359
Fukken clutched!

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“So are you going to set that gun down anytime soon?” you ask, still holding your aim on Char.

He shakes his head slowly. “Sorry, but I'm afraid I can't do that. If word gets out that I'm alive, my cover is blown.”

“And so to maintain your cover you'd shoot me?”

“Possibly,” Char admits.

“If you keep this up Artesia will be sad either way,” you counter, staring Char straight in the eye. “Would you really do that to her?”

“I gave up any right I had to care about her when I left to pursue my vengeance against the Zabis,” Char insists, his grip tightening around his weapon. “By all accounts she has forged a better life for herself than the one I chose, if I reveal myself again it will only cause her heartache and problems for God only knows how long.”

“That knowledge has to die with you.”

Tell him that he'd end up dead anyway.

There's a tremble like an earthquake as the Viola touches down outside, very clearly announcing its presence to both you and Char.

“You tell your sister that if you die she dies,” Char insists.

You shake your head, finally holstering your own pistol. “That's your guess. And even if she does die Rossweisse will crater this building the second she realizes what's happened. You won't make it out the door.”

“There's no way for you to survive if you kill me, and if you die it defeats the purpose of killing me in the first place. So put that stupid thing down and let's talk about how to sort this out.”

“And what would you do with the information that I'm alive if I let you go?”

>Only my husband needs to know for security purposes, and Artesia deserves to know. Nobody else will hear anything about it.
>So far as I'm concerned Char Aznable literally shot himself in the head. That's all I'll say, and those who can see through the deception will suspect.
>The people of Sweetwater should know what happened here, I'm sure you of all people will find a way to handle it.
>Other?

>>1352381
>>Only my husband needs to know for security purposes, and Artesia deserves to know. Nobody else will hear anything about it.
Which roll did you use? Almost certianly not mine :/

>>1352381
>Only my husband needs to know for security purposes, and Artesia deserves to know. Nobody else will hear anything about it.
>Oh, and the little Zabi's bodyguards. I'm sure you understand.

>>1352392
Failure here meant there would have been shooting.

>>1352397
Supporting this.

>>1352404
Ah. Okay.

>>1352381
>>So far as I'm concerned Char Aznable literally shot himself in the head. That's all I'll say, and those who can see through the deception will suspect.

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“Only a few people need to know,” you reply carefully, “mostly for security purposes. And besides that Artesia deserves to know. None of those people are going to make your return public knowledge, and we've even got a convincing narrative... the Char I came here for was a fake after all.”

“So what we end up telling the public won't technically even be a lie.”

Char ponders the point for a few moments, then sighs. He also holsters his pistol. “I suppose that does seem like a scenario where everyone wins, so who am I to stop it?”

“Just remember something before you go,” you tell the man as he dons a pair of cheap sunglasses and makes for the door. “Even a self-imposed exile is still exile.”

He nods. “Understood... but you won't be seeing me again.”

“Your call.”

And just like that, he's gone again.

“Char Aznable has left the building,” you announce, helping Catrina scoop you up off the ground and into the cockpit. “We'll convey news by word of mouth only. Anyone else asks, the man who died in there was a fake and that's all there is to it. Clear?”

You're really helping him escape again? Char's a dangerous man, sis.

“Everyone deserves a chance,” you mutter. “If he becomes a problem down the line one of us will just have to deal with it then.”

If that's your decision, I guess that's that.

“Let's get out of here.”

Upon regaining contact with Sericea, you report that the false Char is dead.

“So how do we want to deal with this?” Rossweisse asks as you secure your mobile suit on the hangar deck. “We still have some unanswered questions.”

>First we break the news to Sweetwater and ruin the President's career.
>There can't be many facilities that can produce a clone. We need to find the one responsible for this.
>Someone wanted a Char clone to be a thing. We need to find out who that is.
>Other?

>>1352492
>>Someone wanted a Char clone to be a thing. We need to find out who that is.

>>1352492
>There can't be many facilities that can produce a clone. We need to find the one responsible for this.
>Someone wanted a Char clone to be a thing. We need to find out who that is.

>>1352492
>>Someone wanted a Char clone to be a thing. We need to find out who that is.
>>Other?
Closed side HQ or wherever clone Char holed up might yield info.

>>1352492
>>There can't be many facilities that can produce a clone. We need to find the one responsible for this.
>>Someone wanted a Char clone to be a thing. We need to find out who that is.

>dice+3d10, DC 16, Crit 19

Rolled 8, 1, 3 = 12 (3d10)

>>1352535
>inb4 it's also the President

Rolled 1, 2, 9 = 12 (3d10)

>>1352535

Rolled 2, 10, 2 = 14 (3d10)

>>1352535

Welp

>writing
You know... it's really fucking hard to know what reasonable DCs are when SSQ nails almost anything I give them and SoZ struggles sometimes on the easy shit.

Rolled 3, 3, 5 = 11 (3d10)

Also, I need to roll for a moment.

>>1352590
Makes me wonder if I really do blow all my dice luck on SSQ to the detriment of this one.

>>1352596
Well, at least we aren't the only ones on a bad streak.

>>1352590
SSQ is clearly taking all our luck.

>>1352596
>>1352617
Someone is finding new lows in terms of competence, and this time it's not one of your crew.

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>>1352642
“Someone had the skills and the resources to make a Char clone a thing,” you muse half to yourself. “Can't be many people with the skills, and I get the feeling if we find that person we could follow the papertrail somewhere interesting.”

“That's not a bad line of reasoning,” Rossweisse replies before you eject from the cockpit with Catrina along for the ride.

My guess is she and ALICE look into refugees from Axis first.

“It's the logical plan,” you agree. “You wanna take bets?”

That they can find us a name between the hangar and the bridge? I give it even odds.

Sure enough, by the time you get to the bridge to join Rossweisse she can give you a stellar report on her progress and her ship's prognosis.

“Sericea is operating at 92%, and I have you a name,” she smiles, handing you a datapad before sipping at a mug of what smells like strong black tea.

“Doctor Samuel Nordenfeldt, PhD in Genetic Medicine at University College London,” you read aloud, after which point you read an impressive list of publications. “Immigrations records show he lived on Axis previously, then moved here near the end of the conflict. Before the current Martian government was formed... no mention of what he actually did on Axis, but he coauthored several articles on controlling tissue growth rates.”

“Just like what was done to the triplets,” Rossweisse adds. “It sounds like the right man.”

“And it lists that he's living in the Open Side,” you realize. “Let's go get him.”

The trip back to the open side is uneventful, and with ALICE's help navigating the colony interior you locate a low row of apartments near a green space.

“I don't feel like doing this one,” you sigh, leaning back in your seat. “I'd prefer to disembark the Marines, they can handle this.”

Rossweisse nods, tapping in a series of commands. “Right, lowering into position.”

After allowing the soldiers to disembark from Sericea, Rossweisse backs off to give you a little bit more distance. Meanwhile you watch the image feed from the Marine detachment.
>1/2

>>1352662
Oh yeah, might be a chance the same guy smuggled those EMP devices.

>>1352662
“There's a lot of equipment down here,” the Sergeant reports. “It's clear, nobody's here.”

Having heard that news you disembark yourself in full armor, and soon you find yourself in a rather spacious two-floor apartment. It's in one of the ground-floor bedrooms that you find the machinery, which you can't really make heads or tails of. They all seem to be various incubators and sequencers, along with the fanciest, most expensive-looking centrifuge you can recall ever having seen. The whole setup feels like it's more appropriate to a cutting-edge hospital.

“Does this Doctor have a job here in Sweetwater?”

After spending a moment to check, Rossweisse reports with her answer. “Seems like he works for the state, doing clinic work for poor families.”

“Can't pay this much,” you muse. “Let's head upstairs. See what we can see.”
>dice+3d10. DC 17

Rolled 8, 3, 2 = 13 (3d10)

every time we go to the marines, I keep resisting the urghe to make Aliens references.
>>1352702

Rolled 10, 8, 2 = 20 (3d10)

>>1352702

Rolled 5, 3, 8 = 16 (3d10)

>>1352702

Rolled 6, 10, 6 = 22 (3d10)

>>1352702

>>1352735
nice.

>>1352740
It was out of the roll range though. Give credit to this guy >>1352731

>one more update, then I change gears to continue SSQ

>>1352751
Oops, so it was.

Rolled 8, 10, 5 = 23 (3d10)

>need to roll once, just ignore me

Actually, just to make sure this is one of the many things I made a note of but didn't use... I haven't told you all what the third "mystery language" is, right?

>>1352860
I only recall the Russian one in the mystery ship. Was that it or something else?

>>1352879
That's the one, but I never revealed the plot point of what it was, correct? Because I've been sitting on that for like six months.

>>1352888
I don't think you have, you just said it was some sort of dead language.

>>1352860
Upstairs, in what basically amounts to a lofted family room, you find evidence of what may have happened here. There's a desktop up here that's spotlessly clean, so it can't have been left to collect dust for very long. Upon closer inspection you find what looks like a fresh ding in the edge of the desk, and looking at the hardwood below that ding you find the unmistakable evidence of a cleanup. There's a small spot that looks like a streak of blood, and behind one leg of the desk you find something slightly disgusting.

“It's a fragment of a tooth...” you report to the Sericea. “This guy's been taken, and recently.”

There's no sign of forced entry, so they probably had a key or else they were allowed in.

“Either way the Doctor was working at this table,” you continue. “His attacker got behind him... unless he was attacked by ninjas there's no way they got up here silently.”

“So the attacker was someone he knew,” Rossweisse decides.

“And then the attacker slammed the Doctor's face into the desk, stunning him,” you conclude, “for someone with no training there'd be no chance of fighting back.”

“The real question is who took him?”

“My guess is that it was the one paying him,” Rossweisse guesses as you turn to leave the apartment. “They must have grabbed him because they knew we would track him down once we learned that the Char we were after was a clone.”

“So that just makes finding the one holding the purse-strings that much more important,” you conclude. “Now that we know who this guy is it's only a matter of time.”

While boarding the Sericea, ALICE practically shouts in your headset. “I found it!”

“Gyah!” you shout back at her. “Indoor voices, ALICE!”

“Sorry,” she apologizes hastily, “but I have tracked down a sample that seems to be a close match to the mystery language found aboard our derelict!”

“Go on,” you nod to a nearby bulkhead. “What did you find out?”

“I decided to run through a list of extinct languages,” she recounts, “starting with the early twentieth century. I found very little, up until I reached the period around World War Three.”

“Oh?” you ask. “And so you found something there?”
>1/2

>>1352922
My bet is somewhere in the vicinity of Kazahkstan, considering it's a relevant area in early space exploration, and straddle borders with conflicts which are likely to have occurred during the Resource Wars mentioned before.

>>1352922
“Well, at the time the New Soviet Union was in the process of consolidating its expanded territory, including much of the area around the Black Sea,” ALICE tells you, recalling a dark period of human history which few complete records actually cover. “Evidence is fragmentary of how this proceeded, but one of the measures that was definitely put in place was the establishment of an official language. Children within the state would learn Russian, and no other language. Dozens of regional dialects and variations were lost, and in the waning days of the state libraries and archives which survived the bombings were destroyed.”

“As was a pattern elsewhere, leading to a global die-off in languages,” you note. “The decline of the second series of great imperial powers also prompted the founding of the Earth Federation.”

“Correct,” ALICE replies. “The language featured so heavily in our investigations is Bulgarian, one of the multitude of languages thought lost in that period of Earth's history. And as it happens, the former New Soviet Union contributed to many of the early colonial attempts including large numbers of Bulgarian refugees and entrepreneurs... but not within the inner colonies.”

“The only place I can reasonably suggest that Bulgarian could have survived in enough concentration is in the Jovian colonies.”

“So the ship was probably built in secret for a Jovian interest, on Cuithe, using stolen Martian technology...” you muse, working over the most likely sequence of events.

As always, Rossweisse's question strikes to the heart of the matter. “But for what purpose? And why was she abandoned?”

That may not be clear just now... but if all of this traces back to the Jovians you can be sure that you'll find out in due time.

And with that, I'll need to call this weekend's SoZ. I've gotten to where I planned though, so that's good news. Hope you enjoyed, and see you next week!

Archive's still the same, as is Twitter. I'll check back tomorrow for any questions and comments.

>>1353038
Thanks for running King, see ya next time. And man, I wasn't even close in my guess.

I guess the Jovian angle makes some sense if there are some Scirocco faction stragglers? It would answer why it seems some of the enemy personnel encountered involved former Titans. Otherwise, the alternative is Earth Federation elements colluding with the Jovians.

BTW, how did you decide on Char's unique newtype ability? I don't recall it being featured in any canon, so I assumed it was a QM tailored thing.

And if so, did it involve having it make sense only taking into account the OYW timeline (and immediate aftermath)? Or did you also factor in Zeta and CCA canon material so it sorta fits into your headcanon? Kinda tempted to rewatch scenes with him in it for scrutiny's sake, though I'm probably not likely to follow through with it.

>>1353119
At this point the "reservation" is a distant memory of a half-forgotten dream. The powers people are displaying, the weapons they're using, the sociopolitical environment... it only bears passing resemblance to late UC anymore in that some of the names are the same. Zeta and CCA for example didn't even happen in SoZ.

Everything else will be revealed in time, my anonymous friend.