A proud and magnificent daughter is she, Gūlyu Aiak’us — a guardian city. We have a district of urban arks that provide residential comfort, and they vary in flavour and size; each with their own intricacies. But Gūlyu Aiak’us, our Neighbourhood Watch, hides amongst their number; ready to blast invasion fleets with an impressive array of munitions.
A functioning citadel, with various territories, this ark would appear innocuous enough. Attackers — rare though they are — zone in on the cluster of municipalities. They imagine civilians are weak, and a military response would be delayed. In general, they’re right — if not for Aiak’us; praise to our marvellous saviour!
Many an onslaught has ended in victory, thanks to Gūlyian guile. Her forward cannon slides out from a beak at the bow, loaded with quantum torpedos. Defence capabilities are low, truth be told, because of her front-loaded weapons. In concept, Aiak’us will devastate aggressors before they have chance to respond. If a second wave follows, our primary fighters — The Lieutenant and two of his Pawns — are usually ready to cover their mothership; having flown from protection rotation ‘round Parliament to aid in the ongoing battle.
She’s host to a modest population of paupers, forced to live in fear. Indeed, they can’t afford any better, so tend to favelas on the smooth spine of danger. They get certain benefits, of course; food welfare, funeral packages and free psychotherapy. Riots are common, but Aiak’us Rangers are top of our Graviball league.
Rodeyo
