War is always a constant in the Empirical
Hives of America. For Five hundred and thirty seven years we've been at war. Thirty seven years of what was once considered "normal war" then five-hundred years ago the nuclear bombs were launched by our forefathers in order to crush the revolting communist hoards and the Oligarchs that ruled the nation from the shadows. These devices destroyed the surface of the earth forcing humanity to retreat the the depths of the earth. The first Emperor of America and his loyal subjects were prepared while the vile rats were less so.

The Emperor and his noble house residing in the luxury of the Metros, his children both the warriors and the hive workers residing in the caverns. For five-hundred years we have been holding off the communist hoards that our ancestors fought so bravely against yet no true progress has been made.

As a scout on the eastern front it is my job to uncover enemy movement, plans and occasionally sabotage the enemy when the opportunity presents it. While operating on the outskirts of the Chicago sector I received a rather sudden and unexpected visit from my mentor. A nobleman, head of the spy chapter and a rather... peculiar individual.

This is where the story both ends and begins anew

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I put Gore and death tags in this because it will be then there for the beginning, but I intend for this story to take a shift from violent darker things to more lighter slice-of-life esh vibes, though that will be a bit later on.

If you want to skip the violence in the initial character building then start at chapter 3
'Skitter's totally normal everyday patrol'