Beginning of the End...

[Wolfpack98]

It was a typical day in the bar on Planet Manhattan, Liberty Space. The entire place was abuzz with the latest news about the continuing accusations from Rheinland about illegal experimentation on Nomads in the Alaska System by Liberty military. At the bar itself, a man in a long black trench coat, with black sunglasses made an order.

Bartender, one ale please,

Looking around, he can see that everyone was afraid of a war. A war that could annihilate everything Liberty stood for, or what it once stood for.

Fools he thought.

Just as he finished his thought, he turned around and noticed two liberty security guards standing at the door way. Immediately, they both recognized him.

YOU! said one of the guards, pointing at the mysterious man. Youre under arrest for the murder of countless Liberty pilots!

Sitting his glass of ale down, the man sighed. These guys never give up

The two guards grabbed the man on the shoulders. Just as one guard had a strong grip on the man, he grabbed his hand, tore the hand away from his body and twisted it in such a fashion that the wrist bones broke. The guard screamed in pain.

The second guard attempted to reach for his side-arm, but the man was far too fast. Jumping off the bar stool, the man kicked the guard in the face, causing him to flip once and land flat on the floor.

The audience just stood in disbelief. Two of libertys finest, put down as if they were nothing. The mysterious man tossed the bartender a large purse of credits.

Whats this for, man? asked the bartender.

My drink, and of course the damages.

Whats your name, son?

You know what I look like. Look it up in the information archives. Heres an hint I hate the nomads far more than any human being

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