Long story short: in the future, Alice takes over the moon, and she hates it.
Long story long:
The moon is attacked by Junko, in the form of a single, life-purified fairy. This fairy then poisons the purified land and creates expanding fields of life force that is so intense it corrodes the very material of the planetary body and begins to spread like an infection. Meanwhile, Life fairy have begun multiplying and are continually spreading their poison further. Lunarian society forms a holdout at the Lunar capital and dig in against wave after wave of fairies.
Alice shows up after several centuries of this and, after some joint fighting of making no progress, offers Makai as a bation. Shinki creates a second moon and the Lunar capital is relocated. Life continues on the moon as normal.
Which is not a good thing. Martial law had been declared and Lunar society is in a police state, which does not loosen as time passes. Centuries go, but the totalitarian policies continue.
The stress of this begins as mumbling among the moon rabbits, which escalate into pointedly concerned voices. Among them one speaker raises awareness of this issue, and is suddenly silenced without warning or explanation. People go looking, the speaker has disappeared.
The communication networks are all but completely shut down trying to keep the ideas silenced, but people have heard and what is known is only confirmed: things have not improved. The war has been over for years. They said things would get better centuries ago. Why haven't they?
The government has no answer. Instead, they continue to try to tighten the reins.
It's at this point that the Upper Courts lose control of their people.
The already highly policed lives of the moon rabbits get even more strictly monitored for perceived signs of rebellion. Talk of the state of society involves harsh reprimanding, taking in for "questioning," or both. Those taken tend to not return - at least, not in any semblance of who they were before. Brain washing become commonplace as influence is snuffed out. Talk of this occurring is perceived as a sign of rebellion and results in similar consequences. More police are sent out as more people are processed by the state and news of this inevitably spreads.
A silent wave of hysteria begins to choke the populace. Rabbits are disappearing left right and center, and no one knows why half the time. There are reports of people getting shot, and talking about it is just grounds for being shot, or worse. Just opening your mouth is enough to get one of the ten guards on the block looking in your direction, looking for a reason. No one knows what's happening anymore. No one knows if someone is late coming back from their shift, or if they have been shot or have been taken by soldiers in tinted vans, or some sick combination thereof.
Stress and panic spiral out of control as society begins to break down. Active shootouts break out in the streets as rabbits resist being taken and their comrades join their defense and engage the guards and security forces swarming into the fray. Businesses cease operation as Lunarian society turns on itself, its citizenry scrambling for cover and fighting for their lives against their own government. Fires break out, buildings are being raided and walls are being busted down by breach charges and adhoc explosives.
Makai and Wonderland, having already been provided basic humanitarian resources for the rebuilding of Lunarian society, become the targets of refugees that seem to arrive in droves overnight. Hundreds of rabbits flee for the safety of ally worlds that have said before will take them, once in secret, now publicly as civil crisis throws Lunar society into chaos. Reclamation teams are rejected at the gates in favor of the refugees, leading military forces to establish perimeters around them on their side, opening fire on anyone that tries to flee. People are gunned down as they make mad dashes for the safety of the portals, sometimes only to die seconds later on the other side as a result of injuries inflicted on the sprint through it.
Makai, ever seeking to remain neutral, does not respond to this directly. Alice does, opening multiple portals in different locations across the moon. Perimeters are established around them as well, and people trying to reach them are attacked on sight. Alice responds by declaring the refugees and any intended refugees as protected citizens of Wonderland and promises retaliation if they are engaged. The moon responds by saying that interfering with military operations is an act of war.
Soon after, refugees are inevitably fired upon as they try to pass. Alice, as promised, retaliates, breaking defensive lines with combat automatons and establishing her own perimeters on Lunarian soil. Once again, she says that refugees and intended refugees are protected citizens of Wonderland and will be defended as such. The moon does not respond.
Retaliations exchange as fights over refugees continue to break out. Long standoffs are broken by people trying to pass, and the line is pushed out farther and farther by Alice, whose troops are not only autonomous extensions of her will, but are generally unkillable due to not being alive, and which are capable of retaining cohesion even if broken apart by weapons fire. Alice is once again informed that interfering with lunar military operations is an act of war. Alice responds that opening fire on protected people is an act of war.
And then the military coups start. Perimeters around otherwise contained doors suddenly break down into firefights as ranking moon rabbits turn on their fellow soldiers and rush through large groups of people having been organized prior. Chain of command is in total disarray. Around this time, low ranking Lunarians begin to desert as well, and are seen being rushed through the portals to Wonderland and Makai to safety. Most low-ranking government officials desert in favor of the well-being of their populace. Lunarians love their rabbits, however they treat them.
At this point, society has ceased function. Almost all businesses are abandoned and utilities are grinding to a halt. Running water stopped about a weak prior, food is running scarce, and rolling brownouts continue to cause mass sagging and darkness as batteries drain and solar energy fails to meet the demands of the city that left its lights on across every block and street.
Alice sends one more message to the upper courts, explaining that she is prepared to escalate this if need be, that she is literally feeding the forces that they are mobilizing against her, and that she has heard serious talk of Makai considering closing its portals, and that her own supplies can cease at any time. She wants to know how much further they have to push this.
Lunarian society responds first via messenger. Because no delegates remain, they are forced to send a pet moon rabbit with the message. This particularly unintelligent rabbit forgot the message it was supposed to deliver. It is sent back home.
The rabbit returns with a written version of what was intended the first time, offering unconditional surrender.
Full military pullbacks are initiated. Alice peacefully enters the inner chambers of the high courts. An official state of occupation is declared, and once full-scale disarming is complete, all refugees are informed that it’s safe to come back home now. Battered and skittish rabbits trickle back into the war-torn streets, under protective watch of Alice’s automatons, the organized rebels that remain after the fighting, and the handfuls of Lunarians that abandoned their country in favor of their people’s safety.
And that's how Alice took over the moon, and she hates it.
....shit. What. You’re staring. You’re staring at me. You’re st- you’re sta- ok. Hi. Hello. Yes? Can I- you don’t like...mean I’ve...ever...
Shit. Whoa. Man. I am...wow. Ok. That is a. Ok. A stretch! It’s no- I’m like, i wouldn’t ever, like. You know. Not...reply to a thing. Definitely not when I was like. The instigator of the thing in need of a reply. By me. And it’s sitting there right now. Off in cyberspace. Waiting. For me. With you on the other end. Clenching your jaw. And swearing. Maybe like. Uttering a curse on my first born. Or something. Something like that.
Yeah. I wouldn’t. I wouldn’t, uh. Do that. To a guy. Uh. To you. Before. Once. Like...a while ago. Sometimes. Half the time. Uh.
//Okay, but what if Samael was under the Nonbinary umbrella but perhaps they were never given a chance to explore that side of them because the concept of gender wasn't exactly something Thomas was big on and Sammy doesn't even have any notion of what gender is.
//Because we are very close to Halloween, I think I ought to say that Samael’s birthday is on the 31st of October so if anyone wants to attempt to celebrate his birthday, you’re welcome to try.
