A Gray December Morn
Year 1, DecemberSeeing the damage Fal has caused, you decide to put him down for good. You go to the growing bay to see Fal. You've had to man the guard posts with the chainborn now that the warriors are dead. You goad him to sleep in the disposal from now on, so that you can kill him in his sleep. You arm the chainborn with ion phasers and station them outside of the disposal machine. Your councilor stands at your side. You turn the machine on, violently ripping Fal into pieces. The chainborn then fire at the disposal, destroying it. When the dust settles, Fal is alive, though horribly maimed. He breathes slowly and painfully, looking at you with fear and horror.
Then a burning pain shoots up your leg as your councilor looms over you with a phaser in his hand. He grins as he points the phaser to your face.
"What kind of mother are you? Putting your own child through pain like this?""What's going on?" You look to the chainborn for help, but they stand there motionless. Something is wrong.
"You really think that the birth of that dying monster over there was really an accident? I re-engineered the machine to make 'Fal'. I wanted to see what it could do. What I could do. All these accidents, you think they really were coincidences? The crash? The 'fanatic' bandits? The beast finding the collar and killing the only capable fighters you had?" The councilor laughs.
"When I made the collar, I made it inject hormones into the beast to make it more aggressive and unnerved. I also spread lies within the warriors to sow discord and give a reason for 'Fal' to target them." He stops talking and sees you looking for help from the chainborn.
"Let me explain. The overseer was no accident either. I made it obedient to me, and the chainborn are obedient to it. They're mine now.""Why are you doing this?" you ask him.
"Because I want to be free. Free from you. Free from the bitch they call the Matriarch. And now, I a-" He is cut off as his arm is blown off from an ion blast. Philip stands behind him, shaking visibly. He helps you to your feet and races out, chased by the chainborn and the overseer. You lead him to the birthing chamber, where you give him a new seed and your genetic memories. You're bleeding out and you'll die soon. You give it to him and tell him to run away, far away. The chainborn catch up, but Philip is long gone. Your life ends with a quick shot to the head.
You are Philip now. You control where he goes and what he does. Instructions will be given next turn. But for now, hide!