Humanity had not seen such exponential technological advancement since the 1900s. The amount of new discoveries, advancements, and progress made in just a few decades had rivalled the past thousands of years of human life, but it came at a cost. While most were dedicated to research and exploration, the inevitable whiplash of the Great Expansion was starting. Ever since the Mark II FTL Complex was discovered (or invented?), which allowed near instant travel from the Earth to anywhere in the solar system, human populations were sprouting around and outside the solar system.
While mostly on rock planets like Venus, Mercury, and Mars, some humans resided on massively occupied space stations (MOSS), especially on non-terraformed or gas planets. The original population, and government of the Martian Republic resided in one MOSS, called “MOSS 2,” or “The Great Martian MOSS.” Though the citizens have since mostly moved to the surface, the Martian Government still resides there, ruling from above. Though this was seen as understandable for a long time, a group of revolutionaries is now on the rise, no longer contempt with the harsh living conditions of Mars.
“Get ready to move. Today’s target is the Nucron Daedalus Facility, 23 Kilometers away. We’re striking from the roof of an apartment complex in dome 7, which has a clear view. We leave in 10 minutes” spoke Colonel Gerren, leader of the 3rd Revolutionary Militia.
“Sir!” echoed throughout the large underground armory.
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“So why in the hell do you think we’re hitting a Nucron Facility?” whispered across the room, which was almost magically heard by the Colonel, who had to be 20 feet away.
“Because they are the underlying problem here! Who else do you think makes the weapons and buildings for the Mossies?” … “Well?” … “If any of you want to cower out now, I hope you don’t think they’ll just clear your name! They know who each and goddamn every one of us is and won’t take a second to arrest us and put us in that hell complex under the lunar surface! …rally at the bus when you’re ready. Don’t be a second late.”
As they finished preparing their gear, the revolutionaries, numbering 118, began pouring into their buses. Each bus had unique decals and coloring to not attract attention. Before they loaded in, the Colonel was to give them a rundown of their operation.
“Alright men. We have 5 buses, each of around 20 of you. Bus 1, with the orange body and blue front, will be my truck and therefore the command truck. It will be the first to the apartment, but none of us are going in, as we will stay outside and monitor the situation with our new drones. Bus 2 and 3 will unload at the same time and prepare your path to the roof. Once they are there, they will radio buses 3 and 4 to begin. This is to avoid any suspicion, which there would be, even though you look like civilians. Once the men of buses 3 and 4 are at the roof, they will begin setting up the equipment for the attack. You already know your roles. At this point the men of bus 5 will depart for the facility. Once the security is distracted by the missiles, they will infiltrate, do as much damage as possible, steal as much information as possible, and with any luck, extract. Do you understand?!”
“Yes Colonel!”
“Let’s move!”