Even the Gods worship Ananke; P1

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The shuttle landed without much disturbance. The trip to Sparta was short, and considering how deep in the minefield both stations were, it made the need for extra security redundant.


Coen strode through the halls of the heavily fortified station in silence after leaving the docking bay. He saw no-one else on his journey through the station, except when he got to the hall where he would be received. Tsumugi Kotobuki was there, waiting for his arrival. She would announce him into the hall.


The doors opened and Kotobuki spoke firmly to the darkened hall. The Faceless had gathered; anonymous members of The Omicroners that for the most part did not know each other's identities but would pass judgement on everyone. Kotobuki left the room, leaving all eyes on Coen.


"Sebastien Coen of the leadership council, you have been summoned here by us, The Faceless." The voice was disguised and it echoed from speakers around the hall.


"Your summons is secret. There will be no record of this to be found. No-one will speak of it again once you leave this room." The voice continued.


"Pray tell, why was I summoned here in secret then? Why will there be no meticulous record of my council?" Coen spoke to the darkened room, scanning the masked faces.


"Exile." The decision of The Faceless drained the blood from Coen's face.


"I've done nothing wrong." The voice that escaped Coen's mouth was barely above a whisper.


"Our decision is final. You will leave Omicron 74 and never return, until our word has no power any more and we can do nothing to stop you." The voice seemed almost frantic, but the disguising of the sound made it hard to tell.


"So be it." Coen turned and strode out of the hall, realising no argument he could make would change their mind. The silence of Sparta Station allowed his footsteps to echo all the way throughout, as he moved effortlessly to the docking bay. There waited Tsumugi Kotobuki.


"Your clearance has been revoked for access to the stations. No ships will respond to any command from you as the communication frequencies have been changed. You will be listed as missing, and potentially infected by the nomads, and if seen you will be liquidated to protect humanity. All assets you have earned through The Omicroners have been seized, including your trade vessel, your yacht, the Destroyer presented to you as a gift, as well as the Jinkusu under your command. Your accounts of Sirian credits have been donated to various charities. Kotobuki said it all without batting an eyelid and Coen took it all in.


"Thankfully, that juggernaut will never be taken from me. The crew is loyal to me, moreso than The Omicroners." Coen said it simply, like a statement of obvious fact.


"I know this. But you'll need a way to get there." Kotobuki had handed him an access card with startup codes to an Eagle in the docking bay. Taking the shuttle back to Corinth could give Coen access to his Sabre, but it took more time and effort, and there wasn't a guarantee that his ship hadn't been tampered with.


The hour was late when a lone Eagle left Sparta Station headed for Omicron Kappa. The guard patrols took no notice of it as it disappeared through the jumphole. It displayed the right IFF and scanning it showed no anomalies. In such silence and insignificance passed Sebastien Coen, into memory alone.

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It's not a conspiracy, it's localised bias. They're not intelligent enough to form a conspiracy.