The Revolution Came

Prolouge

The song above doesn't belong to me. They belong to their rightful owners.

1925
Department of Archives and Information

"Another day, another pound," Cody muttered, punching in his card for the day. He had no idea it would be the last time.

Balancing a stack of files in one arm, he fished for his office keys with the other, preparing himself for another routine workday.

"Mr. Rivera."

He turned at the sound of the voice. Standing before him was the Emperor’s hand herself.

"Mrs. Turner," he greeted with a smirk, masking his surprise. "What a pleasant surprise. To what do I owe the honor of your visit to my humble department?"

Jazmin Turner met his smirk with a cold glare. "I’m here on official business, Mr. Rivera. You’ve been linked to a certain Dr. Zakriel Aguilar Rizal. I need answers."

Cody felt a chill crawl up his spine. His fingers tightened around the files, but he forced himself to stay composed.

"Of course, Madam," he said, his voice measured.

Jazmin nodded. "Are you affiliated with the revolutionary group La-Ligal?"

Cody glanced to the side, weighing his response. He needed to be careful.

"No," he finally said, his voice steady. "I’ve never heard of them before. And as far as I know, there’s no official record of such a group."

Jazmin raised an eyebrow, unconvinced. "You don’t have to lie, Cody."

He let out a dry chuckle, his smirk returning. "What do you expect? A confession of treason against the Empire?"

Jazmin winced slightly.

"Well-" she began, but Cody cut her off with an incredulous stare.

"You seriously doubt my loyalty to the Empire?" His tone was sharp now, his patience thinning.

Jazmin hesitated, then remained silent.

With a sigh, Cody turned toward his office door. "Guards!" he called, and two redcoats stepped forward, muskets at the ready. "Escort Mrs. Turner out."

Jazmin shot him a final look before the soldiers ushered her away.

Once alone, Cody exhaled, steadying himself. He reached for his radio, carefully tuning it to the right frequency.

"La-Ligal is compromised," he whispered urgently. "The redcoats are onto our plans for reform."

Silence. His heartbeat pounded in his ears as he waited for a response.

Then, finally-

"Dr. Rizal has called a meeting at the tavern. 2:30."

Ken Drick's voice crackled through the speaker.

Cody let out a quiet breath of relief. There was still time.

Townhall
Governor's Office

Ken Drick could only do so much to dissuade the governor from arresting Dr. Rizal. The situation was spiraling out of control, and now, with La-Ligal compromised, things were only getting worse.

His radio crackled to life, Cody’s voice cutting through the static.

"La-Ligal is compromised. The redcoats are onto our plans for reform!"