15 Yaris, 2719
Morning
Morning
Aggie was keeping herself busy, trying to avoid thinking about the letter that would have been delivered to Serro a couple days previous. She didn't regret what she wrote – in fact, she felt relieved that she finally said it. Serro had been acting foolishly for ages. He had no idea how to mount an effective campaign, how every piece of the picture was critical to winning the day. You had to use propaganda to get people on your side. You had to build community and support the people to prove that you have their best interests at heart, not the gollies. You had to build a grassroots campaign so you could fight back en masse.
She had disagreed with Serro and argued with him often enough because he seemed to only care about violence. But his latest chroveshit announcement was going to cost people their lives and she could no longer remain a member of a group with someone so foolhardy at its reins.
She was also trying to avoid thinking about was those very lives that were in danger. She knew she could do nothing about the situation. If people were to come to her door, she'd help them, but the number of Resistance members that remembered her were probably less than a dozen. As much as she hated to admit it, her time in the Resistance had passed. She had become a burden, someone who couldn't be trusted because she had a Seventen regularly checking on her. They all forgot that she had been dealing with that for decades and she hadn't lost a single person to the Aunties and Uncles.
She still fiercely wished for freedom, but this new, foolish Resistance wasn't safe. And, anyways, she figured the Resistance wouldn't miss her at all. She had already been forgotten before she had left.
All she could do was move on. Luckily, her life didn't change much. She focused on making sure that there was hot food and fresh bread for people of her community who needed it. She secretly taught the children she watched over during the day their ABCs. She may not be willing to be part of the Resistance anymore, but she'd be damned if she was going to stop trying to build her community up. That was always her forte and it didn't rely on a half-mad man's stupid decisions.
But she knew Serro. He may not have any use for her, but he was stubborn enough that he would never let her leave the Resistance so easily. So she waited for the other shoe to drop and hoped that the day didn't end with a knife in her back, whether it was from one of her former Resistance comrades or a Seventen who had been tipped off about Aggie's activities.
She had disagreed with Serro and argued with him often enough because he seemed to only care about violence. But his latest chroveshit announcement was going to cost people their lives and she could no longer remain a member of a group with someone so foolhardy at its reins.
She was also trying to avoid thinking about was those very lives that were in danger. She knew she could do nothing about the situation. If people were to come to her door, she'd help them, but the number of Resistance members that remembered her were probably less than a dozen. As much as she hated to admit it, her time in the Resistance had passed. She had become a burden, someone who couldn't be trusted because she had a Seventen regularly checking on her. They all forgot that she had been dealing with that for decades and she hadn't lost a single person to the Aunties and Uncles.
She still fiercely wished for freedom, but this new, foolish Resistance wasn't safe. And, anyways, she figured the Resistance wouldn't miss her at all. She had already been forgotten before she had left.
All she could do was move on. Luckily, her life didn't change much. She focused on making sure that there was hot food and fresh bread for people of her community who needed it. She secretly taught the children she watched over during the day their ABCs. She may not be willing to be part of the Resistance anymore, but she'd be damned if she was going to stop trying to build her community up. That was always her forte and it didn't rely on a half-mad man's stupid decisions.
But she knew Serro. He may not have any use for her, but he was stubborn enough that he would never let her leave the Resistance so easily. So she waited for the other shoe to drop and hoped that the day didn't end with a knife in her back, whether it was from one of her former Resistance comrades or a Seventen who had been tipped off about Aggie's activities.
