Rosa and M&M's Correspondence[]
This is a pile of correspondence between a technician, Rosa, in Rediesel Desert and M&M Second-hand Parts Store in Umbraton. To get cheap parts for her modification projects, Rosa reached out to the parts store M&M in Umbraton that had exactly what she needed. Their cooperation went on for over a decade until Rosa passed away. We could have a peek at the daily life in Rediesel Desert and Umbraton through these letters.
Introduction[]
Her fleet robbed a transport corps of Illumina. Things went out of control, and many lives were lost on both sides. Rosa lost her legs, but what pained her more was firing at her old comrades.
Fourth Year's Correspondence[]
Dear Minny and Esteemed Mr. Max:
I need a bulk shipment of materials for prosthetics this time. Pardon me, but the painkiller just wore off and I couldn't control my shaking hand. If you cannot decipher the writing on the back of this sheet, please refer to the list from three years ago.
I never thought they would do this, nor that I would ultimately join them. I cannot put my feelings for Illumina into words. I lived there for more than 20 years, with friends and peers in every bureau. I called Gannon my "Mother City." They kicked me out unceremoniously with guns and apathy, but I never imagined I would turn a gun on them. You might think loyalty is foolish. After all, how can children who fled point guns at their mothers?
I don't know if Illumina wanted posters would be on the walls in Umbraton, but if you heard the rumor, it's true: We robbed an Illumina transport. Six drivers, twenty guards, no survivor. We were scared, and I'm ashamed to use that word as if that justified the action. I can't describe the emotion I felt. Fear took over us like demons, compelling us to pull the trigger incessantly at the innocent faces. Empty shells rained down on the ground and burrowed into the sand. We just couldn't stop... How did it ever get to that?
I admit we provoked them first, but no one anticipated a massacre to follow. It started as a mere prank. I don't remember when the first shot was fired, but next thing I knew, blood was everywhere and seeping into the sand. Most of my right arm suffered burn, my left calf was charred by Luminatics, and the right kneecap shattered by bullets. I woke up after surgery with my right leg amputated from midway down and my left leg from below the knee. It's punishment for my betrayal, as well as the slaughter. I've paid a hefty price for my mistake, but I do not wish to be confined to a sickbed. Forgive me, and I understand if you view the prosthetics as a shady way to circumvent the punishment.
I must end this letter now. The pain is overwhelming. You won't be able to read the writing if I continue.
Rosa