Posts Tagged ‘CLOVER’

Hi there readers and lovers of all things dystopian. I’m sure you’ve noticed, but I’ve been neglecting you. I’m sorry. Truly. However, my work schedule keeps me busy, my store (OddShack.etsy.com) is always beckoning for love and attention and in all honesty… I’ve had to shelve this product. Sadly, all my waking hours are filled and Harper Eckles has been (big sigh) shelved.

Shelved. That’s a dirty word in the writing world isn’t it? Sadly, while  the feedback I’ve received is positive, I am not blind. I can see that the market is flooded with dystopian right now. While it has always been, and surely will continue to be, my absolute favorite, I made the mistake of pushing something that is “in”. I continue to work on the next book in the series (this here blog, as you know, is a prequel to the first), but am having to redirect my time elsewhere. I’m currently polishing and beginning to push a new contemporary YA sci-fi and am working on a SFF new adult bit of serial fiction. I’ve already received an invitation for this piece, once complete and will let you all know how to subscribe.

Also, I am caving to demand and am creating an author’s website. It will have short stories, articles, and random ramblings for anyone who wants to sneak a peak. It is in its infancy, but I hope to have the site up and running by month’s end. I will be closing this site within the next few days though. If you’d like to see future posts from me and want to keep updated on when my new Author website launches, when you can get your hands on my serial fiction series, and receive updates on future projects, please follow me on Twitter: @MeachamOddshack

I hope to see you there. It has been a blast working on this project. I’m sorry I bit off more than I could chew, and cannot express how much I have loved getting to know some of you, how amazing your feedback has been, and truly, how grateful I am for your time, your thoughts, and more than anything, your support. So, goodbye for now, all of you. Thank you for everything. Best of luck to you all, and in case I haven’t mentioned it enough, thank you.

And again, I will be pursuing this project in the future. Don’t you worry. You’ll find out what happens to Harper, just not today.

So until next time…

We are the Legion. The Legion lives on. Harper Eckles, out.

April 25, 2117

Well, now we know. I’m sure you’ve all seen the news broadcast by now…

“Tonight we bring you an update from Muni Six. It seems our homegrown terrorists, members of the Legion, are at it yet again. Earlier this week a concerned citizen, a local man by the name of Maritizio Polom, stumbled upon some startling information. Mr. Polom says he overheard two criminals discussing an illegal delivery of water. He heard where and when the stolen goods were being delivered, and as a good Patriot, he was quick to convey this information to the nearest Containment Administrator. The Premiers confirmed the delivery and seized over 1,200 bottles of water.”

The video feed cut from the anchor desk to an interview of Mr. Polom. “I don’t know if I’m a hero.” He wore a sheepish grin, feigning humility. “I mean, I didn’t know if they were radicals, or just crazy or what…but I knew it wasn’t right and figured, man I just… you can’t hear something like and that and pretend you didn’t. You know? You gotta do what’s right…for the Nation.”

“Indeed.” The anchor smiled broadly as the feed cut back to her. “And a good thing he did too. While the Elites suspect Braden James is behind this, they aren’t sure how far this goes just yet. They don’t know the motives for the delivery, the source or even who it was intended for. Though, they did apprehend the three who made the delivery, as well as thirteen others they believe intended to accept delivery. Of course, we will tell you more as additional details become available. But for now, let’s tune in to today’s earlier press conference.”

Video showed Sheriff Garrett addressing the media with arms outstretched, palms to the crowd as though he were making a grand proclamation from atop his dais. “Now, all of us, the entire Capital, heck the entire Nation owe Mr. Polom a bit of gratitude. He was forthcoming in sharing this information and helped thwart a possible attack, or at the very least, prevented Legion terrorists from again removing themselves from you and I. They may believe themselves above our laws, our restrictions, but thanks to Mr. Polom, they are reminded that they must endure the same water restrictions as the rest of us. To show our thanks, the Municipal Six Capital would like to extend an offer to Mr. Polom and his entire family. He is a true Patriot and as such, we would like to extend every comfort possible.”

The camera zoomed out to show him being ushered to the stage, bewildered.

Sheriff Garrett continued. “Mr. Polom, we would like to offer you a new home within the Capital, amongst the Elites. This would be for you and your entire family. Now, I understand your current appointment is as a Transport Loader. Is that correct?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“How would you like a new appointment?” He chuckled slightly at the confusion in Polom’s eyes, brushing off the visible trepidation and instead showing it as innocence for our viewers. “How would you like to be an Elite Chauffer? You’ll transport other Elites between Municipals, into the Underbelly, anywhere the programmable routes won’t allow. How does that sound? Hm?”

“That…” He gave a shaky breath of disbelief. “That would be amazing, Sir.”

“Wonderful!” the Sheriff gushed as the feed landed back on the anchor desk.

“Well, that was mighty generous of them, wasn’t it?” the anchor flashed her disingenuous smile at the camera once more. “So you see viewers, being a Patriot, supporting our Nation… that is all the Elites ask of us. And, as they proved yet again, to do so will only be met with generosity.”

Too disgusted to listen to any more of their lies and misinformation, I shut off my screen. What aired in this evening’s special did hold more information than I had expected. What it didn’t show however, was the truth.

Instead, they painted that snake of a man as a hero, welcoming him into their ranks, giving him prosperity for outing us. It was a very bold lesson and won them a lot of Patriots today. I don’t know of a time when the Legion, the entire Opposition, was in such ill favor in the eyes of the public, and it seems they will be pushing further down that path, turning as many disinterested citizens against us by any means possible. Such “generosity” may even grow dissent within the Opposition, more so than it already has. But this is a ploy, a bribe akin to the promise of heaven upon death to those who are deserving. It is a dirty practice used by those who seek power to convince the weak. The Elites’ use of this tool is not new, but it will make our intentions even more difficult.

Of course, the media neglected to further discuss the “apprehension” of the three men who delivered the water, and the thirteen others who attempted to retrieve it. Aware of the delivery, the Elites lay in wait and as our vehicle backed into the tunnel, they were ambushed. Our driver was killed instantly, parts of his brains splattered along his headrest as the other two were dragged from the vehicle. Each of them had their hands chopped off crudely by way of machete. The two men then had tourniquets tied to their arms, bandages applied to slow the bleeding of their stumped limbs and each were returned to the vehicle. The vehicle was edged out of the tunnel to ensure the sun could penetrate the windows and allow for our record breaking heat (in excess of 110 degrees) to join the tormented men within the cab of the truck.

When we were briefed, we witnessed all footage, footage not disseminated amongst the masses in this evening’s broadcast. I watched as they captured each of those thirteen souls, people desperate for life-sustaining water, our own brothers and sisters hoping they could conceal enough to get their loved ones through the next month. Each was captured alive, if not uninjured and made to stand in the shadows along the entrance to the tunnel. Each was held at gun point, gagged to ensure they could issue no alarm to fellow Legion members who might stumble into the Elites’ trap and … they watched. They watched the men inside the truck drift back and forth between shock, delusion from lost blood and nausea from heat exhaustion. Sweat rolled off the men in the truck as they moaned and cried. Begged. They became violently ill, one even banging his stump of a left arm on the window, hoping, demanding, needing humanity to engage one of his tormenter’s conscience, to no avail. The other flopped onto his back and tried kicking a window out, either forgetting that they had converted the Legion’s delivery truck to include bullet-proof windows, or hoping God would grant him the strength to break through regardless. Both men drowned in their own misery before sundown and all the forced spectators were promptly brought to stand before the vehicle in a half circle. Elites were sure to give them a good view of the inside of the cab as the guns held to each of their thirteen heads finally gave way, committing their bodies to the ground at the mouth of the tunnel.

In true Elite form, there was to be no service for those who had been executed. They would not be returning the bodies to loved ones. Instead, the water was claimed for their own stash, and surveillance was updated to ensure should anybody venture upon the scene in the hopes of retrieving a loved one, they too would be captured and appropriately punished.

After all, it’s the Elites’ America now, a country where to strive for life is to sin. So, until next time…

We are the Legion. The Legion lives on. Harper Eckles, out.

April 21, 2117

The signal isn’t strong today, and I’m afraid the communication between all necessary proxy servers will not hold long to maintain encryption. So, I say only this:

Bottled water will be delivered for Municipal Six Legion members at the entrance to the Pitman Tunnels, just inside the border to the Middle. Delivery to be tomorrow, 0600. Implement standard Legion protocol, ensure you are not followed and take only what you can conceal on your person. No unnecessary risks and come alone. Do not share the information. You know the drill.

This will be a first come, first serve basis. Best of luck.

Until next time…

We are the Legion. The Legion lives on. Harper Eckles, out.

April 20, 2117

Well, it appears the perpetual drought is going to impact all of us here in Muni Six a bit more than usual. Of course, by all of us, I mean all those who are not Elites. Rest assured, their lawns, swimming pools, golf courses, long, hot showers, decorative fountains,  etc. will remain unaffected. However, all those in the Middle, and especially in the Underbelly, please consider yourselves warned.

Last week, we participated in a meeting to which we received our subsequent Premier briefing just yesterday. We were given certain orders to implement that will have a direct impact on each of you. Our orders indicate we will be providing details and/or deliveries to Elites placed throughout the Middle and Underbelly to ensure they continually have access to clean water. However, a broadcast will be made across Muni 6 indicating that all other citizens will be subject to severe water restrictions.  Those in the Middle will be allotted only one gallon of water per person, per week for the entire month of May. As for those of you in the Underbelly, you will receive one liter…just one measly liter of water per person, per week. Now, we all know, such amounts are not able to sustain life. The Elites are aware of this as well; they suffer no delusions that one liter is sufficient for seven days’ hydration. In fact, a handful of Elites even voiced concern that such restriction would cause their Non-Threat, Viables, and other Underbelly “meat-suits”, to experience a premature death. Their concern is that such deaths are unnecessary and would make future broad medical testing and conflict scenarios difficult without the endless supply of “meat-suits”. Despite this concern, the restrictions are being implemented and will commence May 1st.

It may be interesting to note that the few Elites who had voiced such concern suddenly went “missing”. Of course, the Capital states that their missing status while uncanny, is nothing more than coincidence. Even more coincidental was the rash of “Fresh Meat” deliveries made throughout the Underbelly. The Capital claimed the meat to be a gift for the Underbelly. As sickening as this may be, remember, at the end of the day, life sustaining protein is still life sustaining. You had no knowledge that what you consumed last week following the Elites’ open discussion was anything abnormal. You couldn’t have known, just as I didn’t until today. Times have never been more desperate, and though cannibalism is still nausea-inducing, it cannot be foregone in the face of true hunger and starvation. You have done nothing wrong. The Capital served a message to the dissenters in our meeting, and in so doing, were able to embolden your menu. For that, I apologize and assure you, if I learn of something like this again, I will give what warnings I can.

Back to the more pressing issue: If you have a secure/hidden storage area, fill every container you can spare with water. Remember, water storage in unclean containers can be dangerous. If this is a method you must use, please ensure you boil the water before drinking to reduce your chances of e-coli consumption, etc. As we proceed into the month, it will get more and more difficult to heed this next bit of advice: Do not drink simply because you’re thirsty. Yes, to be thirsty is to be dehydrated. However, try to pace yourself; take only the occasional sip in an effort to keep severe dehydration at bay. If you are unable to control your usage early on, you will deplete your resources too soon.

Of course it goes without saying, but do not use water for showering, cleaning, washing clothes, etc. Beyond this, we will have to get creative if we are to survive the next month. Colton and I have secured six contraptions that will allow you to filter, reuse and yes, drink your urine. Please note, these once belonged to the Military Nationals, and if the directions are followed properly, it is perfectly safe (even if not exactly appetizing). We will be supplying these contraptions to known Legion members we believe appropriately placed to make the best use of them – those who will be able to share with a high number of you. Additionally, we have a small stockpile of bottled water we have been collecting over the past few years. We will make them available as regularly as possible and alert you to the locations. I do apologize we are unable to do more, but the bottled water will be on a first come, first serve basis.

The odds against those of you in the Underbelly are enormous here. However, those of you in the Middle are not immune to dehydration either. We must be frugal, we must be creative, and remember, fruits and vegetables contain water. Select those over sodium-rich processed meats and canned goods from the FRE when you can. Be courageous, and do not give up. More importantly, please, please do not forget your humanity through this. Share your water if you can, just as Colton and I will be doing all that we can. This is going to be a difficult month for all of us, but please, do not fight amongst yourselves. Do not take advantage of non-members, and don’t forget to share with non-members too. Though your neighbors may not belong to the Legion as we do, we are all victims of the Elites. Don’t lose sight of that.

Any emergency scenarios or requests for aid, please post them here. We will alert you to locations of water as we can…Beyond that…let’s hope for rain and pray the restriction ends before the arrival of summer.

Until next time…

We are the Legion. The Legion lives on. Harper Eckles, out.

April 13, 2117

We all know about the dreaded Retrievals, those “honors” people within the Upper, Middle, and occasionally, the Underbelly, of each Municipal sometimes receive. Of course, the Elites regularly test our children, claiming they are nothing more than “Standardized Testing.” When we’re younger, we refer to them as  “Live or Die tests” or as I often preferred, the “Make it or Fake its”. The tests begin at age eight, and the results determine our paths. The bottom ten percent are always, succinctly eliminated without notification to the families. Once their children are dead, the parents receive a text alert (or if they live in the Underbelly without power, a letter) indicating their children did not meet the threshold for Continuation. There is no detail, no pause for apology…. just a succinct telling of their child’s fate. Game over.

Of course, there are times when special needs children get exempted from the elimination, though not always. For those who do get exempted they often become pets, or play things of non-military purposed Elites. They are photographed, ridiculed, promoted or forced to do demeaning things in the hope of living to see another day. Some live a very luxurious life, but many others… many others would have benefited from elimination.

As for those who did “pass” the tests, they get grouped based upon their achievements, the higher testing get grouped separate from the moderate intelligence. Each year, the children are subjected to another round. Each year, the bottom ten percent of those in the “High Functioning” group get dropped to the “Mid-Range Functioning” group, and the bottom ten percent there get eliminated. This allows them to ensure that by the time we reach eighteen years of age, all that remains are the top ten percent, and in the “High Functioning” group, only one percent. Welcome to the New America, where if you are not deemed worthy, you will cease to draw breath. Of course, there is some leeway in the Municipal Underbellies, where if those who do fall into the bottom percentile remain docile and cooperative are often left to live. They will serve other purposes at a later date. (See http://cloveramerica.net/2015/04/30/municipal-two-update/ for more information.)

The Elites here in Muni Six are preparing for another round of retrievals. There were nearly a dozen subjects that stood out in the last round of Elite testing. As such, we will be Retrieving them, to incorporate into our grooming system. The Elites see this selection as the highest honor to befall anyone, but you and I, and all our fellow Legion supporters, know this is one of the darkest fates to befall anyone.

True, their children may survive, but after the Elites have finished grooming them, the shell of the person that remains will be broken and will no longer remember who they used to be. Trust me. My becoming an Elite was a far greater torment than I ever could have found in death.

I have put in a request to participate in the Retrieval and will provide any updates as I can. If my request is granted, I will be privy to names of the children on the list and will warn you all, if possible.

Until next time…

We are the Legion. The Legion lives on. Harper Eckles, out.

April 4, 2117

CLOVER, Clover, clover…. which is correct? Why use the term in this blog at all? Well, my lovely readers, you all belong to the same Legion I do. We are the true Patriots, working toward a goal of reclaiming democracy, securing freedom for not only ourselves, but every American. Once upon a time, freedom was a pillar this Nation stood proudly upon. I, and all of you, believe we will be able to stand proud once more.

So back to the question… why CLOVER? I’m sure that by now, you’ve heard the fables, the tall tales, the myth that is “CLOVER”. You know the ones, spoken in hushed tones, the storytellers always looking anxiously over their shoulders, warily casting glances at the security drones above before whispering, mentioning CLOVER, our very own white unicorn. Some say it is a brutal group of Military National veterans slaying the corrupt politicians leading our country further down the path of totalitarianism, socialism, poverty and ill will. Some say they are a rag-tag bunch of Medical Testing facility escapees, shoeless and throwing homemade explosives at any Elite they see. Others say they are immigrants, unlucky enough to have entered our segregated and broken country, defying our laws and seeking to stake out their own Orders, their own laws, their own government. Personally, I don’t know that I believe in mythological creatures, much less mythological factions.

However, you and I, and every other citizen remembers the propaganda, the paraphernalia strewn about major Municipals just a few years ago.  Braden James’ had just recently given the Orders for all Legion supporters to stand down, to assimilate into our Municipals, claiming it was to allow time to regroup. We all can also recall that on the heels of James’ orders, there were six brutal days that followed, days when Elite Compounds were destroyed, their members slain, when local politicians were found dead in their homes, when their banks had been robbed and electrical grids damaged. We all remember the ubiquitous four-leaf clovers that always seemed nearby. There were posters or spay-painted renderings of the image, or just the word in all caps adorning nearby walls, as if keeping a watchful eye. Was this a coincidence? Doubtful. Does it mean any of the myths associated with CLOVER in the time since are true? Unsure.

What I am sure of, is that this simple, four-leaf CLOVER has made the Elites wary. It has given us hope. It has taken on power, reverence and a sense of wonder. That is what I want this blog to serve as, a springboard of wild ideas, a new chapter where Legion members feel emboldened to belong. We are not alone. We are in this together. After all, if a four-leaf clover can incite so much fear in our enemy, real or not, I will fly under that banner. It is about time the Elites began to live in fear. Opening communication amongst ourselves is the first step in that process.

Going forward, I will share the Elites’ crimes with you here, making a record of the horror they spread amongst our midst. Please feel free to share your own, by adding comments and leaving feedback. Until next time…

We are the Legion. The Legion lives on. Harper Eckles, out.