OE 102: January 5th, 4:31 PM
Lagrange 5 Colony "Esperanto"
Pascal Military History Museum
A collective gasp went up from the crowd as the tarpaulin was pulled back.
Completed beneath, restored in all its splendor, the Guarlion once again stood proud, bedecked in the resplendent, heroic colors and regalia of its original unit. Flashes from cameras flickered in its crimson and gold paintjob, and a gentle hum of conversation began to rise in the room. Alongside it, various other machines from the Colonial independence wars had been refurbished and reconstructed, sometimes often from little more than scrap - no longer to stand guard among the stars, but to remain here... in a museum.
A page of history, once crumpled and thrown away, that had been rescued by those with more reverence for the past than certain others.
The crowd's reaction would no doubt please the man who had been specifically brought in to oversee its painstaking restoration - and of course, invited to its grand unveiling.
The L5 Colony known as Esperanto was a hub for the oft-neglected distant cluster, the de-facto capital where corporate taskmasters and governors mingled, united in their contempt for the meddling hand of the ever-present Directory troops. Here, anti-Earth sentiment ran high, and it was only natural that an exhibit such as this could only find a welcome audience among those whose thirst for freedom and prosperity had not yet waned since the last time their blood had been spilled. The assembled crowd was a diverse group, one made up of academics, veterans, military enthusiasts, and the general, curious public eager for a glance at a relic that their Earthside oppressors would sooner they forget.
Drinks were poured into small metal containers, and while it was standard Colonial faire - far from the most pleasant of drinks - it was only a short amount of time before the conversation began to flow more freely under the dangling lights above. It was far from an exquisite banquet hall - but despite the crowded nature of the renovated hangar that made up this segment of the museum, no small amount of attention had been spared in making certain that every inch was free of dirt or grime. While little food occupied the tables, they were, at least, clean.
Lagrange 5 Colony "Esperanto"
Pascal Military History Museum
A collective gasp went up from the crowd as the tarpaulin was pulled back.
Completed beneath, restored in all its splendor, the Guarlion once again stood proud, bedecked in the resplendent, heroic colors and regalia of its original unit. Flashes from cameras flickered in its crimson and gold paintjob, and a gentle hum of conversation began to rise in the room. Alongside it, various other machines from the Colonial independence wars had been refurbished and reconstructed, sometimes often from little more than scrap - no longer to stand guard among the stars, but to remain here... in a museum.
A page of history, once crumpled and thrown away, that had been rescued by those with more reverence for the past than certain others.
The crowd's reaction would no doubt please the man who had been specifically brought in to oversee its painstaking restoration - and of course, invited to its grand unveiling.
The L5 Colony known as Esperanto was a hub for the oft-neglected distant cluster, the de-facto capital where corporate taskmasters and governors mingled, united in their contempt for the meddling hand of the ever-present Directory troops. Here, anti-Earth sentiment ran high, and it was only natural that an exhibit such as this could only find a welcome audience among those whose thirst for freedom and prosperity had not yet waned since the last time their blood had been spilled. The assembled crowd was a diverse group, one made up of academics, veterans, military enthusiasts, and the general, curious public eager for a glance at a relic that their Earthside oppressors would sooner they forget.
Drinks were poured into small metal containers, and while it was standard Colonial faire - far from the most pleasant of drinks - it was only a short amount of time before the conversation began to flow more freely under the dangling lights above. It was far from an exquisite banquet hall - but despite the crowded nature of the renovated hangar that made up this segment of the museum, no small amount of attention had been spared in making certain that every inch was free of dirt or grime. While little food occupied the tables, they were, at least, clean.
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