NEURAL NET ID:K-02 "L" SECURITY CLEARANCE: Absolute ENCRYPTION LEVEL:Extreme PRIORITY: Medium FREQUENCY: Blocked DELAY: N/A TOPIC: How far you've fallen
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MICHAL GOLANSKI.
I was wondering when this day would come. The day your stupidity and megalomania would reach such a ridiculous level, that you'd abandon everything The Order stands for and start working with the very enemy you're supposed to destroy.
Instead, your fleets are massacring Zoners. You've finally become the mirror image of The Core you were always striving to be. Are you happy now? Have you soiled your pants with satisfaction at becoming the worst mistake to ever take the reigns of a once proud and selfless organization? Or would you rather continue to threaten and murder your own kind? Threaten infants and children left and right until they're bending their knee in servitude to the one true Empire of the Omicrons? It wouldn't surprise me if this was your new title.
You've absolutely no idea how infuriating it is to watch a hypocrite like yourself continue to exist and justify his actions with self-righteousness while clinging on to the graves of the fallen. The names of those who died for your cause. You misuse them for your own personal gain.
SO here's what's going to happen now. I've attached a document for you to sign. Whether you do or not, it's only going to delay the inevitable, because even your own people are turning against you. They know what you're doing is wrong, and they're starting to call you out on it with the same treatment you give to any who would oppose your word or law: Gunfire.
About time. So many people who left and fled your organization after becoming disillusioned with your poor leadership will revel in your downfall. You taint the Eye you so ignorantly lead.
Instrument of Surrender Wrote:I, acting as the sole representative of The Order Protectorate, Order Overwatch, and subdivisions of The Order, hereby accept the terms laid out in this declaration put forth by The Inner Phalanx of Auxesia on behalf of The Auxesian Covenant and for the sake of The Confederation of Freeports unconditionally.
- The Order will cease any and all offensive operations surrounding Freeport 11.
- The Order will cease all operations and withdraw assets from the systems of Inverness, Cortez and Coronado.
- The Order will hereby surrender all standing members of The Order Overwatch, including the Grand Admiral, to the Auxesian paramilitary.
- The Order will abolish the standing Protectorate Code, or limit it to the systems of Mu and Epsilon.
- The Order Overwatch will effectively be rebuilt from the ground up. Remaining assets will be tasked with upkeeping the original duty of The Order of Cincinnatus and continue efforts to remove The Nomad threat and combat The Core, including the removal of the infestee Enma Loyola.
- The Order will surrender the Bullhead-Class Olympius and its commanding officer, Rosalina Romanov, due to evidence of infestation for execution.
- All Order installations will be subject to inspection and investigation by the Auxesian Paramilitary. Items, articles and crafts may be subject to claim if necessary by order of the acting Venator on site.
- The authority of The Order and the next Grand Admiral will be subject to the The Inner Phalanx who will take such steps as deemed necessary to effectuate the terms of this surrender.
Signed on __________________________.
Signed by __________________________ acting on behalf of The Order of Cincinnatus.
You can either sign it, or don't. The consequences will be yours to deal with, and I'd be more than happy with hunting you down.
Because no matter what you do. No matter where you try to hide. Wherever you go I will find you. I will break down everything you ever built up. I will hurt you and I will eventually kill you. I will kick the crutch of that false empire out from under you and I will strangle you. Most importantly, I will outlive you.
You can beat me, break me, blow me up, shoot me, send hired guns after me, but I will always outlive you.
Never threaten my family again.
- K-02 "L"
TRANSMISSION TERMINATED
Currently unable to consistently be present in the Community due to life constraints.
Order Admiral resided in the captain quarters of the OCV Fedayeen, trying to take the doomed hours between combat operations with something productive. Resting on a coach, enjoying read of hard-back special edition of "Solaris" - an old literature gem saved from the Great Solar exodus - printed specially upon his request. The product in his hands was not something extragavant but filled his physicall needs. He'd hate the holograms and missed the feel of oldschool paper under his fingers. In his understanding, the book treated about futility of communication with another intelligent species.
"Admiral, you have one new message."
Bodyless voice announced in calm tone, some kind of more complex artificial assistant coming from computerized insides of the Fedayeen's computing network. He sighed, as only messages of importance and therefore prioritized higher upon the overarching hierarchy of priorities would interrupt his free time. Heavily encrypted, clearance only to his own eyes and scrambled location. Few in the Sirius sector would bother him with such cloak and dagger needlessly. The AI's subroutines had scanned the neural net information packet possibly a hundred times by now, the Order's EWar defense systems in action.
A big list, full of some demands. A man... or at least he thought it to be a man in a mask, grotesque and devoid of art and emotion cold-steel mask covering one's entire face. He pressumed he was 'graced' by another toaster, more of a machine than man. He recalled his disgust at subpar augmentations used amongst the Unioners that he had doubtful pleasure dealing with. He looked at his fully rebuilt left arm, feeling and looking the same as the old one did but stronger. They had to take the old one during last stand of Toledo, he was glad he did not needed to be conscious when any of that happened.
He hated the masks. It was nothing of the stylish masquarade type of pieces of art within itself that were used among old fashioned balls among Sirian elites. He remembered taking some pointless he thought dancing lessons for one of these. He had made a point of never dealing with masked individuals ever again, carrying such a negative connotation he once reprimanded spy on his direct payroll for copying the style of Sapphire Raven. He hated anyone who would not reveal one's face to him. He would not deal with nameless edgy persona thinking they are doing far better job than he.
"Hipocrites."
He thought. One of the more superior advantages of The Order technological thought concerning post-humanism. The nonmaterial voice had deleted the message, confirming his action without Admiral doing a single move upon any console, no voice command or any discernable signal in his body language indicated any order. He moved away from his personnal computer at his office desk, retreating again towards the sofa - one of the more luxurious posessions of his. Admiral's eyes adjusted again for most optimal focus and zoom for purposes of one of the few passions he could enjoy.
Auxesia would not receive the answer they were looking for. In fact, they could wait forever.
NEURAL NET ID:K-02 "L" SECURITY CLEARANCE: Absolute ENCRYPTION LEVEL:Extreme PRIORITY: Medium FREQUENCY: Blocked DELAY: N/A TOPIC: How far you've fallen
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I was made aware of a public declaration by the administrator of Freeport 11 that you have no plans to cease this idiocy.
So I'll be taking another of your ships and doing what needs to be done. You've missed your opportunity to end this peacefully.
- K-02 "L"
TRANSMISSION TERMINATED
Currently unable to consistently be present in the Community due to life constraints.
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