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Sara Shepard,

spare us the cheap attempt of PR here. The Live Feeds and recordings have shown very clearly how bloodthirsty and reckless the Order operates and how attempts of diplomacy have failed, or better said, skipped by Golanski, your heroic Grand Admiral. The worst about all of this is that your people fail how weird he acts. Well, a few of them have realized it. Freeport 11 is currently protected by two Order vessels, captained by people who are protecting the peace in Omicron Delta. Zoners, Core, ex-Order, Auxesia, they all are here, cooperating. Something the Order seems to be unable to do.

Oh, no. Right, the Order was able to cooperate with the Wild.

Kyu Akibara
Administrator of Freeport 11

EC Shepard,

I don't know about you, but I'm pretty damn certain that Orillion is rolling in his grave. Golanski all of a sudden, after the Nomads raided us last month and the Order was barely present, seems to give enough of a damn to deploy a Carrier Strike Group-worth of vessels to attack our home. If you wanted to keep us as allies, then you should have, oh, I don't know.. AIDED US when the Nomads were tying the denizens of Freeport 11 to a tree and probing our backends with a Marduk!

Look at your organization and it's history. Your original goal was to defend Sirius from the Nomad threat, as Laid out by Casper Orillion. I can agree that the Core taking advantage of the worth of Nomad remains and the sort is somewhat concerning, but if it keeps a Incubus from using my body as a vessel for its' evil deeds, then there's no reason to argue over it. I've heard from your side and from others about Loyola, and frankly I don't have sufficient proof of her being a infectee, but that isn't important. The last time I checked, The Core was shooting more Nomads than Golanski was giving orders to shoot said Nomads!

Casper would be insulted by the warmongering ways of the Order, at least from what I've read and heard about him, and chances are, would have put Golanski out an airlock before giving him anything resembling a HRO position.

You're fighting for a Madman, not for humanity. You're fighting over a grudge that in the grander scheme of things, does more harm than good. You're fighting ZONERS, who just want peace, after years of having to put up with horsecrap from all sides of the Omicrons. We worked with the Core because we either could die by them, or play nice, and they are the ones who extended the olive branch, NOT US. Say what you will about yourself, but I can say they've mostly redeemed themselves for what they did in the past.

I implore Order Personnel who understand that Golanski only cares about his ego and nothing more, and/or truly believe that the Order has been corrupted and made into a machine of hatred - join the Ahkmim, who has defiantly betrayed the Order Overwatch in a attempt to join us in bringing peace to Delta. I assure you, that if you aid us, I will welcome you with open arms, just as we have with the Ahkmim. Remember who you, the men and women of the Order are supposed to be fighting for. I can tell you this - It's not what Golanski is fighting for.

We must work together, or humanity at large will perish as a result. As such, again, I Implore you, soldiers of the Order. Is this really a cause worth dying for? Or is the original cause, set forth by Orilion, one to keep humanity alive if not in the universe, then in Sirius, worth more than some petty squabble?

Until we meet again, either as newly made friends united by humanity's hope, or enemies who pose a threat to peace, I leave you with this.

Music begins to play on the feed, repeating indefinitely.

Little bud in..

You've got nads to come to this channel after all you've done, all 'lanski has destroyed, and spurt out claims of justice, Shepard. The very fact that I was labeled a traitor for my sole comment of protecting the Freeport shows just how unstable of a mind that prudent jackass has. You'll claim day and night it's for a cause worth the lives, but if I've learned anything from my service to Orillion's lovechild, it's that sacrifices have their limits.
You've more than passed yours.

Do me a favor and strike my ship from records. It will be the one good thing you lot have done since Toledo. There's a reason why people hate the Overwatch, and I'm honestly amazed it hasn't sunken in yet.

I guess I'll let the Omicrons absorb you, let you wither away and die. At least then the Omicrons would be safe from murderers and liars who fail to do the one job that Casper Orillion gave you.

I'll see you, 'lanski, Jeremy and the whole bunch in hell.

- Vex

There appears to be some kind of masked man in front of a shaky camera feed, which eventually focuses out on nothing in particular. A filter is placed over his eyes, and slightly sways with his idle movements. The voice, however, is unmistakably Tal's.

"Hey."

"Nice to see that Freeport 11 is under fire again, since neither the Core nor the Order can go 6 months without shooting at or near it in some capacity. How many times has the place been straight blown to pieces, now? 6 times? We're running up one hell of a track record here, hell, Freeport 7 was destroyed with a whole lot less, and we know how that ended up."

He's evidently in some kind of rush, although he's rambling due to the fact that he probably hadn't had a real conversation in the last few months. The camera briefly shakes violently, and some dust falls from the ceiling, lingering in the air for a few seconds before settling away. Tal looks up from the camera, probably at someone off-screen, with the black censor bar following his head movement.

"Hey, HEY! Was that on us?"

A woman off-screen informs him that it was down the road, although the second half of her sentence was too garbled to tell what she was saying.

"ALRIGHT!"

He looks back down at the camera, adjusting his helmet.

"Uh, yeah, yeah, I was just wondering if my storage lockers were still intact. The ones I originally rented didn't make it out of that Core siege last year, but I got some more and there's still stuff in 'em, I think."

He produces a slip of paper from a pouch on his vest, unfolding it and reading some faded text off the front, the black marker having bled through the low-quality printer paper.

"It's uh, LX-499 and LX-500. Should be right next to each other on...deck 6? Deck 6, storage units, managed by Lockers-to-Go. If they're all busted, I've got insurance for it, the claim contact number should be 1128, that's one-one-two-eight."

A second shockwave, this one evidently closer, vibrates the camera even harder, causing Tal to flinch as more dust came down around him. He looks over his shoulder, where another similarly-dressed man runs into the shot and waves at him.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll meet you outside, go, go!"

He grabs a suppressed carbine off of the table to the right of the shot, and reaches up to end the recording.