[b]The sound of hammers[/b] It was quite. The muttering in the Volga sector, the rumbling in the Duma, the worker on the street would shake his head when he heard of the mounting causalities. The limited stake in the federation. A farmer having to sell his land to foreign land barons to feed his family. When they looked into the stars they saw the stars of rebels and Feds taking their young men and women to fight in their war. They would endure this, as Russians always had, but they wondered in the back of their minds. [i]Why?[/i] [u]The Hammer of the people[/u] Colonel volkov sat at his desk. His recent promotion had brought with it, a ton of paper work. He longed to be out with the men, but knew his place was here for the time being. He could have been made General, had he been older, at 25 it was frowned upon for someone so young to hold such a high status. He read reports of unrest in his home sector and felt uneasy. This could get interesting. [spoiler]open[/spoiler]