Lately, the city of Noble had been undergoing a series of renovations. While the familiar landmarks remained unchanged, the city's law enforcement underwent a visible transformation. The once-familiar uniforms of the officers were replaced with sleek black coats, adorned with a new emblem. Enter the Schwarzesloch Legion—a group that had emerged onto the scene just a few years ago. In an intriguing arrangement, they positioned themselves as benefactors, offering aid to the city in exchange for the establishment of their operational facilities.
It wasn't a hostile takeover, really, rather, it seemed like a mutually beneficial pact. The city had its needs met, and in return, the Legion pledged to maintain stability within the community. Residents, in their vulnerability against anomalous beings with unfathomable powers, found little room to argue. The Legion projected an air of friendliness, or so it seemed—for the most part.
Today, banners and posters adorned the streets of Noble, strategically placed to lure anyone into embracing the cause of the Legion. "Become brothers (and sisters) towards a new shining future," the enticing message declared. With control over the police force, the local government, and various facilities, the Legion had woven itself seamlessly into the fabric of the city. Despite their pervasive influence, they seemed to keep their promise—allowing people to lead relatively peaceful lives, provided they adhered to the laws set forth.
Today marked a significant occasion as Rigel Grimms, the revered founder of Schwarzesloch and their "Shining Star," prepared to deliver a pivotal speech. In front of City Hall, a stage had been meticulously arranged, adorned with tapestries and banners depicting a hand grasping the void—the emblem of the Legion. A procession of uniformed officers lined the path to the stage, ensuring both security and a clear passage for their leader.
Amidst the anticipation, a figure shrouded in uniform emerged, unmistakably Rigel Grimms, whose presence alone set him apart from the rest. Two officers flanked him, discreetly armed with disruptor pistols beneath their coats. With a calculated yet theatrical flourish, Rigel navigated through the line of saluting officers, steadily advancing toward the stage. As if scripted, the three last rows of officers knelt down, presenting their open hands in ascending heights—a display that Rigel effortlessly utilized as steps, ascending to the stage's platform before turning to address the awaiting crowd. A podium and mic there ready for him.
"Wow, seems we've got a larger gathering today than usual,
no pressure, I suppose," Rigel quipped, adjusting his collar, a gesture met with chuckles from his men. His masked voice cut through the air, the sound muffled yet still distinct. "I trust everyone is faring well? While my care extends to my brothers and sisters, let's not forget the invaluable contribution each of you makes to our community. Bridges are built on the foundation of a united people, after all."
A pause followed before Rigel addressed the swirling rumors with an air of reassurance. "Now, I've heard whispers in the wind, rumors sprouting like weeds. Some among you may wonder about our true intentions, question whether we harbor less than noble motives. I assure you, these are baseless hearsay. Have we not brought stability? Provided comfort? Your neighbors aren't mysteriously disappearing, are they? No loved ones erased from your memories? Unlike
others, we do not endorse such underhanded silencing of dissenters.
Power is a responsibility, and we've wielded it for the benefit of all. We've kept our promises, and a few rumors won't lead us astray."
The atmosphere shifted as Rigel's gaze swept across the crowd, his tone turning more serious as he lowered his head. "Out there, however, they would exploit powers like ours for their pathetic wars—countless lives wasted
needlessly for petty causes of pride, power, and prejudice! Corporations profit off us in parts and whole. Organizations seek to
regulate us under a feeble semblance of justice! Let us govern ourselves, be our
own property, live a day free of monitoring every move we make! We are a people too, gifted by greatness, yes, but we need only know how to wield it responsibly! We here are a proof of concept to the entire universe!
We could have conquered stars, yet we settle with this
fine city, with wonderful people like you, that the universe has wrongfully turned its back on. We can make this dreary place a paradise. Let us spread our cause across the galaxy! Let us be a change in the right direction.
We are the shining future!"
Applause erupted from the officers, a show of support for Rigel's impassioned speech. Among the citizens, a sense of uncertainty lingered for some, their curiosity piqued by the perpetual mystery behind Rigel's masked visage. Nonetheless, the majority joined in, cheering and applauding, swept up by the fervor of the moment.