Another day of work, another cycle inside the colony. Workers piled up on the streets, each one carrying their tools for the day.
Children tagged along the corners, laughter filling theirs and anyone's ears who passed nearby.
Centered on the urban fringe, a tall tower stood proudly, extending from the base of a large fortress.
From there, Hans stood straight, the wind brushing softly across his youthful face.
Beside him were two of his most trusted aides, Alexei and Selene. They had been him far longer than anything, aside from Adam who was busy checking today's military inventory.
Below him, the colony moved like it had learned to pretend the world outside didn't exist.
A bell rang somewhere near the workshops. Those tasked to work here split into lines, orderly and snappily. A few carts rolled by filled with scrap metal and wooden crates. Some were today's repairs, others for reinforcement.
