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Hello?
Are we connected?
Yes, I can hear you.Alright, good. I've been needing to talk to someone. Where am I contacting?
You are contacting Enceladus, sir. I'm Daryabar Kavata. Where am I recieving this call?
Yes. This is Sicyon Mallorak from Ganymede. I'm requesting assistance for farming supplies, food, and medical supplies. Water isn't much of a problem for us, but that'd be nice, too. Both us on Ganymede and Europa have been struggling recently. We are worse for wear than them.
What about Callisto?
Callisto? P'ah! Those stuck up assholes won't help us. Their leaders only focus on themselves and their colony. They never help out the other Galilean moon. Not to mention how they, albeit tried to, take much of Io's resources. The Astra Federation Convention shot that down really hard. Thank the gods.
Gods? Anyway, um, so you are requesting resources, correct?
Yes. Please, we've been really struggling over here. It's only the third generation and we're already low. We have to protect the younguns. I mean, the first generation is dying off; we've already lost our mentor. I'm trying my damnedest to avoid a social unrest here. Please.
Alright, sir. I'll see what I can do.
Thank you. Thank you, really.
Connection Terminated...
On the surface of the strange satellite known as Titan, which is one of the many, many moons of the Kronian System, (or the Saturn Moon System,) a child is playing outside next to one of the many lakes that Titan has to offer. He seems to be waiting for something to surface the waters of Kraken Mare. He uses a rock to carve little images into the regolith. There's a house off in the distance, where two figures start running out of and calling out the kid's name.
"Yalaing!" Eyre calls.
"What?!" Yalaing responds.
"You know that you're not supposed to be out here!" Hetpetia yells.
"B-But mom!" Yalaing protest.
"Look, Yalaing. This is not safe, you know this," Eyre states.
"They've never harmed me, though," Yalaing replies.
"I know, but we just don't want you to get hurt. What if a different titan comes around, and it's not as nice as this other titan you talk about? Titans and titanites are not the same thing. We don't live in those lakes. We respect their space and we try not to use it as much as possible," Eyre explains. "So, may you please come inside?"
Yalaing looks back out at Kraken Mare's skyline before facing his parents. He puts down the rock he was using to carve pictures. The drawing he made is a depiction of a titan that lives in the lake. He heaves a sigh and stands up. "Alright," he says, as he follows his parents back to the house.
As the family enter their house, they can hear their radio going. Someone was trying to get their attention. "Alright, here we go," Hetpetia comments.
"Go do something," Eyre pats Yalaing's forehead. "We have some business to take care of."
"And don't go to that lake!" Hetpetia orders.
"Okay!" Yalaing responds.
...Connection Detected
Speak to me.
Hello, Eyre. It's Androgeo again, from Europa. I hope you're doing well.
Did the care package arrive?
It did, yes. Seriously, thank you. It's really hard to keep things, you know, stable here. Ganymede's struggling, too. You probably know that. I don't know what Callisto's deal is. They never want to help.
It's Callisto. They've been like this for a while.
I know, and that's the problem. I think they're planning on taking more of Io.
That's a bigger problem...
Yeah, it's not good. They've been treating us and Ganymede like were lower class. Last I checked, such a "class system" doesn't exist in the Kronian System, let alone should it exist in the Jovian System.
That doesn't exist over here, no. It shouldn't exist there, either. The way they're treating you is not right. I'm sorry that is happening.
Thank you. And... And also, thank you for the supplies, seriously. It might not last us long in the grand scheme of things. Maybe a few months, if we're lucky. I've delegated a portion of the resorces to go for Ganymede because they are stuggling more than us. If anything, we and Ganymede have each other's back, when Callisto just wants to do sweet F.A. I'm glad we can rely on you, and on the Kronian System. I've heard that Enceladus has sent some resources over to Ganymede.
Yeah, I've heard about that. No problem, man. Just try to take care.
I'll try, heh. Until next time, goodbye.
Connection Terminated...
Over on Ganymede, Sicyon sat in his office room of his house. His knees rested on the desk and his face was buried in his hands. On a nearby record player, a Neil Diamond album was spinning, specifically "Stones". An inherentance from his ancestors, he's kept the family record collection with him. It's a world wonder, no, solar system wonder, on how these records have yet to disintegrate into dust. He heaved a long sigh before someone walked in; his partner, Tiamata. Immediately, she picks up his stressed out attitude. "Sicyon," she spoke out with a bit of a cold tone.
"What?" Sicyon replied, dejectedly.
"Have some sense of hope, at least. I just got off the comms with Ganymede Mission Control. A supply shuttle should be arriving in a few days," Tiamata reveals.
Sicyon heaves a lighter sigh, seemingly a little revealed, but still stressed. "How long will that last us?"
"Hopefully about a half a year," Tiamata answers.
Sicyon turns over to look at Tiamata with an intrigued look. "That's more than last time," he comments.
"Yeah, well, we're getting supplies from Enceladus and Titan," Tiamata explained. That makes Sicyon jolt up straight, his face painted with surprise.
"We didn't ask for supplies from Titan this time," Sicyon pointed out.
"Androgeo pulled some cards."
"Androgeo is one smart man. Good thing that Europa and Ganymede still have each others' backs. Who granted it?"
"Eyre did so. Androgeo contacted Titan and set a split of supplies in motion."
"We don't deserve the Saturn System's help." Sicyon buries his head in his hands again.
Tiamata puts her hands on Sicyon's shoulders. "Yes we do. We've given them nothing but respect, and they've given us their kindness. We're not the problem. Callisto is," Tiamata comforts.
"Well, Callisto's leaders," Sicyon adds. "I pray that not every Callistian is as greedy as their leaders."
"Trust me, Si, there are good ones," Tiamata assured.
"I just feel like we're riding the line towards a Jovian uprising," Sicyon mutters.
"If that happens, we'll figure out what to do so it doesn't get out of hand," Tiamata responds.
Sicyon looks down to the floor. The fllor feels silky on his feet. It's not exactly tile, but it's not exactly carpet either. "Are we good leaders?" He asks.
"We do our best. That's all that matters, Sicyon."
"We really didn't know what we were a part of when we were kids."
"Our menter tried his best to prepare us for this."
"I don't think we're prepared for this."
Tiamata leans on the desk. "Remember the words of our mentor, Sicyon. 'The strongest struggle every day.'" She stands back up straight. "Now, come on. We've got to make preparions for the supply drop coming soon."