#tdc1619 #ChroniclesOfAuCT: Struggle…

Like in all those good stories her Nan used to tell her, the struggle was real. It was immense, perceivably insurmountable. There would be many obstacles. There would for sure be many tears. There may be death. Hopefully there will be survival on the other side. Nothing is certain. There was her and the road ahead. And that is what makes a story one that is worthy to be told, at least that’s what she used to like about those stories she was told as a kid. She just never thought she would be the star in one of those stories. She laughed because those were usually the best characters in the stories she loved, those that were there unexpectedly.

She drove down the cold, harsh streets of AuCT. They were deceptively quiet. The ominous chill in the air screamed at her as up above the red clouds rolled in. The rains were coming. The residents scuttled for shelter. She herself was heading for cover too. This storm would only be a temporary respite from the one that lay waiting with dawn.

Her mind wondered back to the shady memory of her mother, a woman who had weathered many storms herself. A true Survivor; dead now, but a survivor all the same. She knew that this moment that she was preparing to face, so many had faced before her. Her mother was not a believer in the idea that we are ruled by circumstance; She believed that we controlled our own adversities. She believed that when the struggle loomed ahead, it was each individuals choice as to how they would face it.

You could run, but in AuCT there was only so far you could go forward before you had to turn around and run back in the direction from which you came. Yes there was always the option of going up or down but they too were limited, Hide and Seek was a favourite pass time of the low-life’s who spent their time playing the Finders. You could fight them, which was a terrifying prospect, especially when your opponents outnumbered you, outgunned you, and pretty much just out-fought you. Lastly you could hope that a hero would come along and rescue you, wouldn’t that be nice? But heroes were not really a thriving commodity within the walls of AuCT, too many of them had risen only to be cut down, leaving the remnants of Hope smoking in their wake.

“Fat lotta good that does me,” she said out loud to the ghost whose advice she held true… and who she hated for it!

As she pulled under cover she took a deep breath… The rain would fall. She would pack as it fell. When it stopped falling she would run. While she ran she would prepare for the fight. And while she ran and while she fought, she would prey for a hero. If a hero didn’t come… “

Well, we’ll just have to cross that bridge when we get to it, won’t we…”




DS106 Daily Create #tdc1613: The craculator of AuCT

“THandshe liluns found it while playing down on Jules, do you know what it is?”

Garr looked at the small contraption, a machine, buttons with faded numbers and letters, and a screen – not cracked, had somehow survived. “I think I’ve heard of these. It’s a craculater, they used to use them amethmitrickly, for summations and the like… Definitely needs power, what kinda I don’t know.”

LAk, ever the optimistic one out of the two immediately thought potential was in hand, “You think is worth something, can we trade.”

Garr was sceptical, didn’t know if it would be worth anything, but he was still wary and hopeful, just in case. “We may need to visit the two old bags tomorrow, they might know. Have you got some brew for them, you know they won’t help unless we got some brew… For now puts it away, then take them liluns and see if anyone need some hands in exchange for some brew… Oh and LAk, say nothing to nobody about nothing”

With that Lak was off, she had liluns to round up. possibility lay ahead. This little discovery sure was a welcome change to the usual flow of days in AuCT. There was talk of black SnO later. Maybe the liluns could earn enough brew for the night and for the two old bags…

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The Two Old Ladies of AuCT – What’s their story?

It’s a right the two oldest residence of AuCT had earned. Each day that passed had changed their world and they had stood fast, the one remaining constants. It was a matter of survival. They had done it, others had not. This corner, on this unused road which used to be a passage way for vehicles of so many shapes, sizes and times, was theirs. Their piece of way rock now, and pity rained down on any who would dare to question it. Named Nattie and Katea spelt KaT by those who had named them, they rose with rising shade of the days.

It was routine now, their greeting of the day. They removed their dwelling door without a hint of fear of being bothered, there were no locks to protect them at night because none were ever needed. Locks were bothersome and got in the way, so much easier to get up and get out. There was once a time when those who knew them had said they were foolish. That two, now old, women were easy targets for wanderers and fools who knew no better. The fact of the matter was that it was not them who lived in fear, they had fought the decades for the reputation that surpassed the the boundaries which embraced these remnants of a city which once sprawled across thriving lands. They were mythic. Mind you, there had been that one fool who had made the monumental error of testing that which he had chosen to refer to as rumours. He rested in mythic pieces now.

Out they come, deckchairs, umbrella, basket, guns and knives in hand ready to commence their watch.

Nattie saw it first, “Another one’s been freed KaT,” she commented, a factual delivery of the days first news. This is the way things were now, very different from when they were young when freedom meant something completely different.

KaT paused momentarily in her station preparations just enough so as to look; be all caught up, then she continued her prep stating the obvious, “While theres you go, AuCT done deliver them dreams what those who dares to dreams them wants asked for; Freed at last, shackled brain at least, wonders who gonna make claim?”

And so it was that before any further thoughts of freedom would be permitted, that they attended to their duties; chairs unfolded, umbrella’s open to block the burn some, coffee cups with brew already poured, and for a while at least, to sit and stare at the crumpled mass of young life folded across the way. It was going to be a long day, this they now knew. The conversation had already commenced in silent contemplation, the memories that only the oldest could hold and hope to understand. The contrast of a life that very few could recall, before AuCT, and life now after, immediately summed up when the first passerby who happened to be Joffey, the one who jerked out on Albe Sis, came toe to toe with the body mass, and kicked it out of irritation for being in his way.

Careless, but absolutely no offence to any of the four on that stretch at that time, including the kicked and even his kin… Boy’s now free, dreams been met, dreams sure do leave a mess behind in the streets of AuCT.

“Nat! You knows I thinks I know that one! Ain’t that the one they calls Fib by name, one of GleeMan’s boys… Maybe Skaye will knows him, shebe coming rounds today right? Hope she’s in timeous!” KaT didn’t pause for an answer, having them all already lined up in her head, “Well whoevers he is, we do gots the best seats in the house you know, somebody gotsta to be claiming this clean up soonish”.