Now that Clark is dead our new MC is Ulysses the leader of the UIU so we will get to see some more UIU action. Also since Ulysses is the new MC we will now see his point of view from first person. I hope you enjoy the epilogue since the sequel is on its way.

Falmart. Cemetery. 5 pm. January 17th. 2 AEE.

The conditions for the Engineer's burial were less than great. It had begun to rain, turning the snow that had fallen several days earlier into a disgusting muddy slush. This wasn't even like those tragic burials you see in movies where it was raining.

No, it was a drizzle. But it slowly did turn into rain turning snow into a disgusting slush like I stated earlier. My boots were covered with mud and snow. Some of the coffin bearers almost slipped which led to the coffin nearly crashing on the ground.

I could imagine the engineer being either disgusted at the sorry state of his funeral or just laughing his ass off. I should have said butt. I always scold myself for breaking my professional stance and cursing either in public or in my head.

Jesus I had been around Clark for so long I had developed my own cursing habit though it wasn't as bad as Clark's.

I watched as the coffin was finally placed in the grave as the priest began to say a quote for the Bible. Never been the religious type which was one thing me and Clark had in common. Clarks body, while found practically next to the engineer's body, was left in the woods to rot out and for the animals to feed off.

I'm surprised how much the leaders of my fellow GOIs hated him. Though this was mostly Trangs call since he was now the new leader of the GOC though that wouldn't last as yesterday I was instructed by Marcus Austerion the new leader of the insurgency to take out Trang as fast as my organization could.

(He was in charge of mainly logistics and was a close ally of the engineer according to lore. He ends up being placed in command of the insurgency.)

Sigh. I hope this doesn't create another power vacuum. Apparently Agent Burke Lars was chosen to be the new leader of the GOC once Trang was removed from power. Either way the UIU had come out stronger than ever and unscathed by the COUP. What was essentially a genocide against the pentagram carried out by my organization proved that my organization could strike whenever and were ever.

The Pentagrams leader Matt Scott was summarily executed yesterday by firing squads. I found It ironic he somehow outlived both Clark and the engineer even though he was captured first.

Clarks great escape plan had ended up failing as we know but he did achieve something at least I thought as I stared into the engineers coffin before first was soon being piled on it. I tossed a little smiley face pin into the grave before it was covered up.

I walked off then. I had been the last to arrive at the funeral and first to leave. When it came to the engineer I didn't like the man much. I'm sure he would have tried to regain the control over the GOIs he had before Clark really began to flex the GOCs power.

The rain was now turning into snow which meant at least it wouldn't get any slushier.

When I came through the gate first I didn't break down crying tears of joy or sadness. I felt rather empty.

After the emptiness passed I realized that this might either be a blessing or a curse. The land was beautiful and a clean start but with a world this beautiful I'm sure we would face conflict with others trying to claim it. The empire, the warrior bunnies, and now possibly the JSDF were all factions who were seeking to conquer this new land.

The JSDF hid their true intentions under the veil of a humanitarian operation. It's clear to me that trying to reform the empire is just their way of saying "we are establishing a puppet state" and then giving us pretty much the middle finger and making a big fuss about us helping the rebels who deserved their own state more than anyone.

Sigh. Now truly looking back while me and Clark had our moments of getting along and may have been friends he may have had self destructive tendencies.

My opinions on Clark are obviously far more complicated than those on the Engineer. I would have liked to view him as a friend but he was definitely not in the right stage of mind. I really didn't know how bad his mental state was but I could tell he had insomnia.

I'm sure he suffered from PTSD. What's scary is that I may have ended up like him but I didn't thankfully. Maybe this was due to my mentality of just moving forward no matter what life always throws at you and looking towards the future.

In terms of a support system I was probably just as bad as Clark since he seemed to be a lonely guy. I could relate a bit to that. I think he had a fling with that dwarf. I could be wrong but when it came to relationships on my part I had a history of unluckiness.

My first girlfriend died and I learned at her funeral that she had been cheating on me so that really destroyed my emotional state for a while. My second girlfriend broke up with me after 2 years of dating. My 3rd ended up cheating on me like the first.

I was really unlucky with gals. I'm pretty sure my unluckiness played a part in my move forward mentality.

Now another factor that played its part in ensuring I didn't end up like Clark was the fact I used to be the executive assistant director of national security in the FBI which left me in charge of 4 divisions which gave me a much better grasp in leadership.

I ended up working hand in hand on occasions with the leaders of the Unusual Incidents Unit of the FBI which I'll admit was criminally underfunded compared to its counterparts in the pentagram.

So it is a combination of experience and mentality that I'm sure saved me the same fate as Clark. I'll admit I definitely have my nightmares and bursts of PTSD though I'm sure it wasn't as bad as his. I might be wrong and I have a higher tolerance to it or some thigh like that.

Either way I didn't end like him which I was thankful for

As I thought to myself I made my way to the bus station. In terms of living conditions I loved two places. On weekdays I lived practically in my office. On weekends I lived in a fairly nice apartment. I was a workaholic on weekdays working for nearly 16 hours q

I wasn't rich by any means since I wanted to keep myself humble and not be taking advantage of my position as the leader of the UIU to give myself a big fat paycheck. I wanted to be wealthy, not rich.

Though Ironically even with me making around 800 platinum pieces a year (this is worth around 95,000-110,000 dollars) I really never pampered myself with the money other than buying that apartment and some furniture to lighten up the place.

I could have definitely bought myself a house no doubt with the paycheck I have but I was rather attracted to the idea of a cozy apartment which is why I went for the cheaper option. Either way I don't regret it.

I checked my watch as I waited for a certain Delilah to arrive. As I thought this a familiar chestnut haired rabbit arrived. "So Human ... .I assume you fulfilled your part of the deal." She said as her ears twitched. "Yes I made sure that your kind would be given more autonomy as I promised. I am a man of my word." I said calmly.

"Good then I shall tell you I fulfilled my part. That general Trang is dead." She said as she twirled one of her daggers in front of me proudly. "So you've yet to fulfill the second part of the deal. Your little guerrilla movement will disband." I said in a serious tone.

"Yes, yes they will. Honestly I didn't expect you to be so calm about this. I have killed one of your agents-." She got cut off by me. "One of my best agents. His name was Pierce." I said with a tone of hostility in my voice.

"Yes and I apologize for the troubles my movement has caused your people. We intended to be freedom fighters no what is that word ah yes what you call terrorists." She said apologetically.

"Sigh. Look I won't stick to the past much but you have proven yourself to be quite the fighter and you're better as an assassin than leader arguably." I said smugly as I complimented her while taking a jab at her leadership skills.

"Where are you heading with this," she asked, raising an eyebrow. "The UIU wouldn't mind being someone of your skills." I said.

"You really think I'd join." She said smugly and confidently.

"You got nowhere else to go really other than being the leader of a highly unpopular movement. Even your own people hate you for the little attacks that you pulled on Christmas. In fact a lot of people hate you. I doubt you'll find any stable form of living. I also doubt you have much in terms of money on you so you'll be lucky if you even got a house. I suggest you take my offer if you want to have a stable living." I said in a practical and smart manner.

I had done some digging and her situation was not the best. She would make a good agent with her skills though I doubt she'd have much of a social life since many people in my organization had lost friends and relatives due to her little attacks in the embassy and museum.

Around 176 civilians were killed in the attack on the warrior bunny capital by her group during the empire's Christmas offensive. I shouldn't have let her off so easily but either way her social life was destroyed for sure. I think it's a fair punishment.

People tend to overlook how damaging being an outcast can be and I'm sure she'll start to regret her actions when the loneliness starts to set in. Heh. It would be worse for her if she refused my offer since she'd be broke and I doubt anyone would allow her to work for them since she is a war criminal.

She let out a regretful sigh as she seemingly swallowed her pride and said. "I'll join your organization." I smirked for the first time.

"I didn't expect anything more from a woman in your situation." I said passive aggressively as my bus arrived.

"Well my bus is here, see you another day miss." I said as I tipped my fedora to her I entered my bus.

Delilah looked at me oddly when I made the gesture as I left on my bus. I was at my organization's headquarters 2 hours later. I made my way to my office and then opened another door inside my office that led to my small room within our headquarters.

I looked over my playlist and played some nice swing from the 1920s. I liked swing, call me a boomer or what not. But I believe swing is nice music to listen to. There was something about the culture and style of music in the roaring twenties that I doubt can be replicated again. Music is crappy these days.

I got on my bed and fell asleep to the music.



https://youtu.be/85tExMXQzZg

The song Ulysses is falling asleep too.

For those wondering Ulysses is 34.



Falmart. Sadera. 11 pm. January 17th. 666 imperial time.

Nicophorus laid down on what used to be the king's bed. Having established himself as the De-facto leader of the rebellion he was swelled with a great sense of pride but of course with leadership came its fair share of responsibilities and stress though he was more than willing to take up the task for the emperor.

The emperor protects. So far his men had forced prince Zorzal to carrying around a large heavy bag of rocks and forced him to run 800 laps around the imperial palace every time he got exhausted they'd force him to be a human stepping stool.

They threw him to the bees a couple of times. Tomorrow he would be skinned alive in public for the emperor to pay for his crimes.

Nicophorus went to sleep peacefully knowing that with the emperor on their side victory was inevitable.

Falmart. Sadera. 12 pm. January 18th. 2 AEE.

Uriel was currently advising some workers in the factories on making those horseless carriages for the GOC. She had gotten news of Clark's death. She pitied him. He was clearly not in the right state of mind.

She might have made it worse with the fling they had and it left her with a bit of guilt. Either way maybe he found his peace in death or some bullshit thing like that. She doubted there was peace in dying.

What she had with Clark was just a Fling nothing more nothing less. She got some nice info out of him that would help her in the advancement of her race. That's all she wanted right.

That's what she wanted to tell herself. She let out a small tear before going back to work.

Falmart. Molts house. 1 am. January 18th. 2015.

The men in green had been awfully generous to Molt. He has spent his days in relative comfort. However as he was sleeping he heard his door crash. He got up and then saw his vision go black as a bag was placed over his head.

He then felt his stomach being hit by something making him collapse in pain. "Get back up shit head and stop making noise." Said a grumpy voice. He was dragged towards something. Thrown inside and then he heard the sound that the horseless carriages make as they drove away somewhere.

Falmart. Alnus Hill. 2 am. January 18th. 2015.

Hazama was rudely awoken to the news that Molt had been kidnapped by unknown individuals. Hamada already knew that these individuals were probably part of the GOC or any of the other organizations they worked with. He sighed.

They probably wanted to try Molt for his crimes. Molt may get the death penalty since he must have done something rather horrid to those organizations and their civilians.

He knew what the empire had done to the Japanese civilians they kidnapped and he knew that this was probably retaliation for whatever wrong he had done to the organizations.

Honestly Hazama didn't want to launch a rescue operation. Pina would make a much better ruler anyways.

In the end what would happen between the JSDF and the organization would be decided at the Diet meeting.

There was a long road ahead for both the JSDF and all parties involved in this uncertain situation.