Everything had happened so fast. New München, the inner colonies, the nationwide chaos... no war. Civil War. Whether one preferred to call it the Second Civil War, or, as some on the rising Monarchist side liked to view it as, the War of Restoration, it was undeniable that in a matter of a month the entirety of United Gordonopia had been thrust into conflict. The Republic, in power since 1863, was now fighting for its survival against the very monarchy it had supplanted. And, following years of corruption and strife, it was having the fight of its life.
Small comfort it was to Norm Bates that the war had not yet reached Tolten. That didn't change the fact that the streets of the vast industrial metropolis were in their own state of war. Many of the laborers who had been imprisoned for so long in the city's slums had taken the Monarchist cause as their opportunity to escape. Facing the combined powers of the city's police, and the Republican Army, which couldn't afford to lost its primary industrial base, thousands already lay dead. But at least they had stood.
The fighting itself had, of course, prevented any new season of the GFA from beginning. Because of this, and the fact that he had not yet been drafted, Norm had spent most of his time confined in the few blocks that surrounded his upscale apartment. After weeks, though, he was beginning to become stir-crazy. He himself was itching to enter the conflict that had drawn so many throughout the nation. It was not for the old order that he wished to fight, though. After growing up in the abject poverty that so many of his old friends were now fighting to escape, and even as an adult having to face the dark side of those who had thrived under the Republic's banner, he too wanted change. He could no longer sit around.
Knowing this, he decided to leave the comforts that his lifestyle could still offer. Taking back alleys and pathways that he hadn't navigated since his youth, he found his way through the city, past the numerous checkpoints and barricades. With only his cloths on his back, he finally found where he wanted to be: Riverwork. Home.
Hustling through the shadows, he maneuvered to where he had heard whispers of a major rebel headquarters place. Confident that he had found the place, he walked carefully onto the grounds of Riverwork Municipal Secondary. Almost immediately, he was met with a yell, and found himself with a gun pointed to his back. When one of the unseen men appeared to recognize him, though, he was led into the school with whispers.
Inside, he found that the rumors were true. The halls that he had walked as a student now buzzed with the activity of a growing rebellion. Tattered men and women were everywhere, many of them armed, many empty-handed, but amidst the mixed feelings of hope and despair, one could feel that everyone had the will to fight. After being taken through the halls, he felt his heart leap when he saw a familiar sight: Mr. O'Connor in his former classroom, now some sort of ad-hoc command center.
With a start, the man, Norm's mentor, the one who had first given him hope, turned and stared with a deep happiness.
"Norm. Welcome home. I pray to God you've come to join us."

























