**Author:** AZNCracka --- ### Chapter 1 ![[Non_Mollare_1.mp3]] \[MFS-05 EXODUS, CREW QUARTERS] “25th February, 2042. Hello, to whomever hears these recordings. My name is Marcus Rinaldi, and I’m a recently recruited operative onboard the No-Pat ship called the Exodus. I was told this would be my first order of business as a No-Pat; to make a profile of sorts, saying who I am, where I came from, and what lead me here. Let’s see… Born and raised in Italy, 18th June, 2013. Native from Florence, beautiful city in central Italy…worked in Modena for a time, love music, DJing is my hobby, it gets people’s spirits up. Also love traveling…though, maybe not quite like this…as a No-Pat. But maybe things will be okay this way. Shit got to be really bad in a hurry in Italia, nothing really left to go back to, at least for now. They also said they want details of everything I went through and what I saw…Well, if the news wasn’t enough to get an idea, they might want a personal perspective. Who knows…if I die as a result of my choice, maybe this will show everyone out there what I stood for. At least it’ll have been my choice when it happens. Ok, ok, ok…where to start…how about the beginning?” <br> ### Chapter 2 ![[Non_Mollare_2.mp3]] “It was the summer of 2036, and I finally made it through college. Graduated with an Electrical Engineering major at Universita di Roma! Hard as fuck education, some of the worst stress I had up until that point. At least I wasn’t alone in my education, made some great friends, and even got a girlfriend while I was there! Bianca was her name, and we clicked with a lot of stuff, but I’ll say more about it later, believe me. Yea, college wasn’t easy, but worth it in the end. It was about my future after all. Before that, life was…well, it wasn’t exactly easier. Not that we weren’t too well off, but the political stability of the country and everything happening surrounding that…wasn’t easy to take in. My parents, it seemed, was like it was all they’d ever hear. Mom was a doctor in our city, and dad worked in the office of the President of the Republic. Tensions grew between our leader and the people, and it was always headlining news. Other European countries fell into recession after the Union Collapse, and…well, we knew our country wasn’t special, it would happen to us too eventually. After all, the phrase “Non ho una lira!” was being used again, when the currency made a return. I found out the currency existed before my time, so I had to get used to it along with my parents again. Dad was always stressed, I felt bad for him. While mom would be worried about everyone’s health at her job, it didn’t end when they got home, and their worry became mine. But it didn’t stop them from trying, and they gave me some advice also, whenever they saw me: “Never give up. To be knocked down is temporary, when you stay down, that’s when you’ve really lost.” Stuff I’ve heard all my life, basically. Parents know best, am I right? Particularly my dad, he refused to give up on his country…but, maybe the country was giving up on him…scary thought. After we graduated, Me and my group travelled to Greece. Ever since their recession in 2031, Europe had seen better days, so the vacation was not so expensive. We decided to just enjoy ourselves before returning to reality.” <br> ### Chapter 3 ![[Non_Mollare_3.mp3]] “19th August, 2038. Heh, that was when it finally happened…Italy entered a new stage in its depression, and shit quickly hit the fan. We all felt the impact of the instability. It started with Germany’s depression, and each “domino” fell around us…and it seemed like we were the next domino to fall. In my city, there hadn’t been any real panic yet; my job at Leonardo S.p.A…I still had it, and maybe it was because whatever funding we had left in our country went into military stuff and civilian logistics, something my company covered. Even though we were okay, everyday could feel like it was the last time things would be normal…And President Benelli…fuck her, she didn’t seem like she knew what she was doing anymore, like she’s tried to solve problems for a Union that no longer existed! She was too stuck in her ways of doing things, and people didn’t have much faith in her anymore. It really was bullshit. Our country needed more than just a miracle to turn things around.” <br> ### Chapter 4 ![[Non_Mollare_4.mp3]] “31st January, 2039. Well, not everything to remember has to be all gloomy! I proposed to my girlfriend Biance just before New Year’s, and she said yes! It was the best kiss to end the year on ever. We planned on getting married in Rome later the next year, by the middle of spring in May. Yes, it’s true that we loved each other, and spending the rest of our lives together is completely genuine, even to this day. But the state of where our country’s well-being, and as a result, our well-being stood, was always hanging over our heads. Sticking together through tough times would make things easier. I never gave up on her, not now, not ever. When the time came for the wedding, Mt. Etna was erupting, so while the winds didn’t bring the ashes to our reception, the resulting eruption delayed our flight plans to our honeymoon in Cannes got delayed by around two weeks. So that was inconvenient…but even then, our families couldn’t be happier to witness us becoming a family. Let’s just say, I felt the same, happiness for all of us.” <br> ### Chapter 5 ![[Non_Mollare_5.mp3]] “12th March, 2040…yea…this month was completely terrible to remember. If it wasn’t one fucking thing, it was another. It was this day, it seemed, that our country completely lost power! And it wasn’t just us. We found out through satellite radio the whole of Europe looked like they didn’t have anything either. The timing was too close, because we just had our first kid a month before that! A baby girl! Thank God that we got proper care for my wife after. I can’t imagine how things would’ve been in the hospital if things happened a little bit later. Not even backup generators could last so long. A week after that, we went home, after seeing our baby girl was doing good by the hospital. We named her Fiorella, as the hint of beauty that shined through these rather dark times. We’re still making sure that despite the bad circumstances that led up to that point, and even now, we were doing it for her future, and everyone else’s in our family. Want to know what happened? For one, the rising tides didn’t make things too easy to stay in Rome when we moved there the year before. It reminded me of hearing about Venice completely disappearing into the sea when I was a kid, and I didn’t want to see another historic city fall to nature’s wrath as easily. We thought of trying to leave Italia, but it’s not so easily with a family as big as mine. I know our government at least tried to work with other nations to not sink any lower, but when the borders were about to close, the chaos got much worse.” <br> ### Chapter 6 ![[Non_Mollare_6.mp3]] “22nd August 2041. Would you say you’re a religious person? I like to think I am…I was always told to keep faith in God, and that He’d help me to never give up, and find a way through tough times. I ask you this because on this day, I felt like me and my family’s prayers got answered. We were blessed with a son after moving to Rome, named him Gian, and now Bianca is an older sister haha. Not only that, but a way out has finally come our way. The tides hitting the shoreline were somewhat “fixed” …What they really did was they converted major ports into marinas, and made thicker shoreline borders for the beaches…how that’ll help with tides, we’d see. The earthquakes we usually got were still ever present, and they still continued to destroying buildings and the shoreline borders. And if they didn’t do that, they just undid some of the work that was done…go figure. Anyway, about that way out. An Email made it to me and Bianca’s addresses, and it was some stylized ‘N’ for its profile. I’d seen this sign before, in some random Graffiti as I walked through town in certain areas over the years. It hit me that it was that strange No-Pat symbol that I first saw in Modena, when I started working. Apparently, they helped countries around the continent as they lost stability after the Union fell 7 years ago, as well as the world. Like, they helped with supplying crops to farm after the volcano erupted, and rebuilt some houses that got torn apart from the earthquakes throughout the years, whereas our government only focused on not declaring bankruptcy. They thought money was everything, not just well being outside of that… …Hmmm, maybe they knew what they were doing. But I wonder why *WE* were chosen. Was it because of my career in aerospace and military logistics? Or maybe it was also because of my dad’s political background. Speaking of…remember when I said my dad would never give up on his country? That rigidness fell soon after reading the email. His allegiance had been tested over and over since the Union collapse, and he’s been let down so much by this point, it’s no wonder he finally agreed that it was time for a change. So, we got our stuff, and headed for the marina.” <br> ### Chapter 7 ![[Non_Mollare_7.mp3]] “7th September, 2041. I chose to enlist on the ship for the No-Pat’s cause, and I began my training. Bianca didn’t agree with it, she wanted us to be safe. Well, that’s exactly what I was thinking of when I made the choice. If we want things to be better for our children, we need to do something about it, and I think this might be the best way to do it. It’s like I said before, I wouldn’t give up on my friends or my family, this is my chance to show them that I mean that, and I stand by what I learned all my life…I know she cares for my well-being, but this is how I’d help support theirs. Dad, the one constant with ties to the Italian government, must’ve known why I did it…after all, if he felt any differently about it, he wouldn’t have come aboard this ship…Training began a week after, and this marked the next chapter in my life, and I’ll need to keep my head up as much as possible for whatever lies ahead.” <br> SUBJECT: MARCUS RINALDI STATUS: ALIVE LOCATION: EXODUS LAST SEEN: FLIGHT DECK OF EXODUS NEAR PANAMA CANAL AWAITING FURTHER UPDATES