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Marcus Plaetes was not smiling. He never seemed to smile. His face was like a drooping racoon. Large black spots surrounded his deep set black eyes. Clammy skin drooped at his cheeks, and wrinkles covered his forehead, scruffy black hair across his head.
Standing on the large platform of copper that crowned the tower of Plaetopolis. The city was floating like all Aira cities. This city was the same build as all Aira cities, a large disk with a bubble of copper expanding from below, filled with helium. The upper part of the disk consists of the city itself, houses, inns, and ports. In the center, a large tower with numerous rooms. At the top, the platform usually used to observe the night sky.
Dressed in the evening toga of white, he stood surveying the three men before him. One was squat, muscular, and a wolf skin covering his back. The other was somewhat tree like, brown hair, tanned, with green tattoos covering his upper torso, which was thin and sickly. The last was a plump man, dressed in an attempt at a toga, which was thick flannel.
"We must stop, the Algari slaves don't work, the men rebel by not mining!" cries the squat man.
"No doubt, because you whip them half to death!" replies the tree man.
"Your slaves, you don't deserve to have any say!"
"We are still people"
"Your property." the plump man replies, shifting slightly in place. Looking dark, Marcus motions over the Algari man. Walking over, he looks Marcus in the eyes.
"Bastard" he mutters, thrusting a knife into the ribcage. Coughing, the man falls backwards.
"Don't let this happen again Monagi. Take this corpse and place it on a crucifix, display him to the slaves." Marcus mutters. Walking downstairs, he is followed by the plump man.
"What if this fails" he asks, somewhat hesitant.
"Then we crucify another, then another, and if they all die, then we conquer some nameless island, enslave the people, and then force them to mine" Marcus replies, sitting down, facing the plump man.
"You know the Timbri have declared protection for the 'nameless' islands, we would have to declare war!"
"Maybe you could lose a few pounds" Marcus looks down at the map of Aira, a loose scatter of dots imposed on a massive continent. He knew below, there were people dying from the wipe, but if they were to weak to fall under Aira control, then they are not good enough to live among the clouds.
Three hundred years ago, the Aira were one of the many tribes on the Aira continent. Deciding they were superior, they had conquerored the many tribes on the continent. Using airships, they enslaved many. However, when the slaves rebelled, the Aira were forced to flee upwards. Crushing the rebellion, they had found the stone Helioa in one of the cities burnt down.
The stone, when burned creates helium. Ever since then, they had taken to the skies, building massive cities among the clouds. Linked to the ground by twelve chains, airships shuttle people around the cities. Below, the slaves work the mines, and build the air cities, and airships.
Now, three tribes had turned against slavery, believing in "equality" and had been punished. Now other tribes had turned against their overlords.
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