The Grandfather of the Reunion

Act 1-14

The Battle of Temperance

Starting first memory playback with: Memory of certain day

[Wearing gear he thought it'll protect him from the upcoming horde battle – specifically a tough denim jacket, survival jeans, engineer boots, and leather pads along his weak spots – he observes how his people, the New Seattle survivors and the hibernating Union movement prepare themselves.]

[At the warehouse where the mechanics usually work on the vehicles, and Camille herself, he's surprised by the scrap metal armour created by the mechanics, who are wearing them for this occasion. Elijah puts down his welding mask – with nails protruding out of the front, and he mentions he modified, or, rather, Fred modified his blowtorch to act...as a flamethrower.]

Hosea: "And...how is that even possible?"

Elijah: "No idea, but the Neil family always have a knack for fixing and improving doohickeys into killing machines. Also, I was hoping to see how our creations would fare. Considering we're working around the clock making shit for these fellers."

Hosea: "Right, well, be careful out there. Where's Fred?"

Elijah: "Still inside; he's with Joseph, said they're fixing up something. See ya, Foreman."

[Elijah passes by Hosea, leaving the latter curious as to what Fred and Joseph had in mind. He goes inside the warehouse-workshop, and it didn't take long for him to find Joseph and Fred. Fred is helping Joseph out with his uniform it looks like; judging by Fred's reflective uniform, which is probably a fireman's uniform, he's all for support—Joseph on the other hand, he has a bulky multi-pocket jacket, heavy metal plated pants, a thick scarf around his neck – and maybe his mouth, knee high boots, and his hat with welding glasses around the crown, he's ready to throw down.]

Joseph: "Oh, hello, Foreman. Doing some head counting?"

Hosea: "Just making sure you people are ready for this. We got thirty minutes before they activate the motivators, so, be ready when it happens."

Fred: "You know? I feel bad for what has befallen to these poor people. Even they couldn't get rest in the afterlife, having to involve their offsprings as well."

Joseph: "Just know, Fred, they ain't themselves anymore. They're not people, they just want to feed on us. To kill us. They don't have morals, all they want is to survive."

Fred: "We are too! I can't help but think of them as still people."

Hosea: "I'm afraid Joseph is right here. These folk...ain't themselves anymore. Any trace of that humanity is gone. If they're bipeds, their tails, their ears? What makes them distinguishable to humans? They're gone. They all look the same. They're suffering too, and we need to put the end to this. Ready yourselves, you two."

Joseph: "You got it, Hosea."

Fred: "Best of luck...to all of us. Oh! And...check on the children if you can."

[Exiting the warehouse, and leaving Joseph and Fred to their own business, Hosea thought about the latter's words, on checking on the children. He goes to look for Mephisto, and it took a long time for him to find the boy. It got him worried, and he combat the urge to yell out his name like a desperate parent. That until he saw movement from the back of his gun truck. His gun truck is positioned at the east wall – it's parked sideways for the gunner's convenience. The person on the cargo bed of the gun truck was none other than Mephisto himself – wearing his white camouflaged hunter clothing, which was upgraded to have white feathers drape over his shoulders, hunched over, and scouring his personal chest.]