“Hello audience, as you can see, we are in a room to broadcast, radio”

Lloyd walked in, “Kate, this is my part.”

“Sorry, Lloyd, you can join if you’d like.”

“Join? I am supposed to narrate this era.”

“Everything is different this time around, I will be narrating this time. Why are you still here? Did you not go to find Raven?”

He grumbled and sat down next to me, “Stop narrating me, dammit.”

“Wow, you are broody, are you angry that you are still a doll?”

“What do you think?”

I rolled with my eyes, “Just, bear with me and I will introduce our audience to the new era we find ourselves in, the dieselpunk era. This takes place, ten years after the beginning of the early rebel bombings, which led to a civil war. New Albion is now divided into districts. Everyone fights for control of these districts, we should take a look at what is going on!”

“The civil war has raged across New Albion for ten years, with the citizens of New Albion fighting for freedom, many of the rebels came from the Voodoopunks. They laid down the past to fight together. Paul and Priscilla’s sacrifice was instrumental to making this civil war happen and getting Byron and Fay back. What else is going on?”

“The undertakers and arms dealers all have crystal chandeliers as they stay away from fighting. But everyone needs weapons, and their bodies buried, there were plenty of dead people. There is even a union for spies who can be bought for either side, just pay up, and you might learn a great deal about your enemy.”

“The boss of this union is the cigarette girl who works the rumba club most of her nights. Now about these districts, in districts three and four, there is a red haired lad who runs gangs of orphans. Under his watch, they became quite feral while still organized and disciplined. They hunt for liquor and drugs, which both sides, want, for good reason.”

“The mob and postal service use these youths to deliver across New Albion. Other districts have power generators, with new technology, and more electrical inventions, these were needed. Now, there is a slight side effect of these power generators. They excrete a dust, a sandy rust. This seems to be some kind of drug.”

“It gives you a pleasant high, a very dreamy high. However, only the three albinos living underground know where it lies. There is a tinker we all know with a shop on Tin Pan Row. They make little fairies whose souls are a little snowflake.”

“You might even be wondering, who is winning the war? Well, you must be thrilled to hear that the citizens of New Albion and the Voodoopunks are on the winning side. Byron as their leader, with his mother Fay, now quite elderly, advising on what to do. Despite her age, she still finds herself often in combat, and rituals. She had not found anyone new to love.”

“The civil war was more important to her, than finding love. Byron and Charlotte remained together and shared a deep bond of love and marriage together. Since Byron is gay, they mutually agreed to fulfill certain needs, elsewhere. Jackie had taken John and his daughter into her home, who had turned to drinking to grieve the loss of his wife. He never got over it and soon vanished.”

“While the revolution seemed to be going well, the military government and the one who leads New Albion were about to make sure that the Voodoopunks would regret interfering with their plans. Yes, a plan for a super soldier, one who will wipe the floor with everyone. We will delve deeper into this later on.”

“You might wonder, what happened to Constance? She grew up to be a young adult, with a distant father, who one day, just vanished. Leaning more on Jackie, she had her own share of adventures with a good friend named Katy, do not confuse that woman with me, please.”

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“Constance was a wild teenager in the civil war, joining parties with her good friend Katy, who had a big crush on her. As for Katy herself, she has her own adventures, but it felt that it was a good idea to mention her, since Constance’s time with Katy does shape her into the young adult she now has become. As she slowly gets dragged into the civil war that Jackie tried to keep her out of.”

“Now that we have that out of the way, why don’t we see what the leaders of the Voodoopunks are up to in their secret underground base?”

The headquarters of the Voodoopunks serves as a clandestine sanctum, accessible only to the four leaders. Fay, Byron, Charlotte, and Jackie. This room, shrouded in an air of secrecy, reflects the eclectic and mystical nature of the Voodoopunks society.

At the center of the room stands a circular table, crafted from dark wood and etched with symbols. A carefully arranged array of candles surrounds a crystal ball placed in the center, a focal point for mystical consultations and communing with unseen forces. This table serves a for strategizing and making important decisions. The Voodoopunks use the crystal ball as a map. “Now, let’s see what the leaders are up to.”

Byron, now nearing his forties, looked at a map, “I have no idea how we are going to find out where they are holding this secret experiment.”

Fay, who has grown old, gray and wise, sighed deeply, “We don’t even have an idea, who they’ll pick next for the super soldier program. Our spies only said there might be multiple people to test their super serum on. If they succeed, we will lose our winning hand. We have to take their over control of the headquarters on the Crier’s Boulevard.”

Jacky, a bit older than Byron now, grunted, “Look, even if they did not have that super soldier plan going on, there are still too many soldiers holed up in there. It is like storming the castle.”

Charlotte, who is about the same age as Byron, slowly nodded, “She is right, if we want to win this war, we need that last district, yes people are having more freedom as parties and soirées did return. There is a serious problem against women though.”

Jackie looked at her, “No, seriously? I noticed that, but we can’t fight a war and address that problem at the same time. As long as the military stands ready to attack our strongholds surrounding their last district, the prime one. District one.”

Byron rubbed his beard, which he had let grow, “Our first step is to find out who they are going to approach for this super soldier program, if we can intercept him, we might be able to win.”

Jackie gasped, “What about the MCG? It could strengthen our rituals, all of district one will dance to our whims.”

Fay shook her head, “That will be impossible, we would need a brand new military helmet, which they have programmed to self destruct if one of us touches a helmet. We would need to convert one of the soldiers, or the police men who are on their side.”

Charlotte looked at her, “Not to mention that we would need to capture the broadcast tower in the factory that resides on the Crier’s Boulevard. All of this will be virtually, impossible. Not to mention the fact that if they complete the super soldier, our Voodoopunks will all be slaughtered.”

Byron sighed deeply, “Look, we all have been in this war for a long time, we had great losses in our ranks. We cannot undertake a mission that we have no chance of succeeding, it is too big of a risk. Jackie, I need you to keep a close eye on Constance, she is a young adult now, I don’t want her to get hurt.”

Jackie nodded, “Yes, I will do that, she has no idea that we are the leaders. John asked her once before he vanished, she did see us, but she thought we were just citizens fighting for New Albion.”

Fay gritted her teeth, “I am this close to avenging Silof.”

Byron looked at her, “I know, you need to rest, it is late, we will gather with the whole group later. Fay, can you try to get a hold of our latest spy? Maybe she has gathered more intelligence.”

She nodded, “Of course, my son,” she left the room.

Jackie grunted, “I am going to follow her, Constance must be worried sick, her dad being gone has left a hole in her heart.” She left and followed Fay.

Charlotte smiled at Byron, “This war is draining me, do you remember the early days? When we were doing the rituals underground? With Amelia? I wish she was with us. Your mom took her life.”

“No, if anyone is to blame, it was her father, and from what I gathered from you, the rioter that tried to kill me in your garden, was her father, he got what he deserved. I do miss our dollies, but it is ethical wrong to have them around, I understand that now.” He gave her a gentle kiss.

Charlotte smiled, “The Voodoopunks have grown, and we are largely accepted since we are backing people up in the war. Imagine what our group will be able to do, once we win this war, and freely walk in the open.”

Byron smiled at that thought, “Strolling in the open, it turns out that fife under Edgar’s rule was not so bad after all, wasn’t it?”

“No, compared to this, that was a vacation.”