The Unstoppable Truth

[Laowai]

It was in Huntsville that I began to see how truly widespread this sentiment was

Adam Greerson - The Unstoppable Truth. Pg 198.


The bench that he lay on was bare metal and cold to the touch. He lay there staring up at the ceiling. Lights out had been called an hour ago and he lay silently considering his fate. His bunk mate above him stirred. The days at Huntsville were long, spent toiling for hours in barely equipped factories overseen by some of the most brutal and sadistic guards the LPI could have mustered.
It was here that Adam met his first Xeno.
He stood at the bench, carefully fitting the electric components into a kitchen appliance that would cost more money than he used to earn in a month. A man worked opposite him, watching him carefully. "Do you want something"? Adam said. The man said nothing for a moment and kept watching; finally he spoke, "you're Adam Greerson aint ya?"
"What of it?" Adam answered.

The man smiled, "Saw you speak at the Sanctuary Kitchen, it was... inspiring..."

"My names Matthew", the man said, "Matthew Flax I know some people who might like to hear you speak, and these people can do more than smash in a few shop windows"

"Matthew Flax was the first Xeno I met, through him I discovered a network of brothers and sisters who thought as I did, who saw the failings of our system. Who saw the evil tendrils of greedy foreign traders invading the very core of our Libertonian values"

Adam Greerson. The Unstoppable Truth pg 248.

The prison guards had heard of Adams speeches somehow and he was often singled out for particularly harsh duties, and he was often beaten. They hoped to break him, but rather then crush his will; it only served to further inflame his indignation. Through Matthew Flax a small group of supporters and Xenos began to form around him. Some of the guards were corrupt, and Adam and his followers were able to get messages outside the prison to Xeno vessels in the system. It was this encouragement and exposure to allies that started the plan to escape.

Several ships made a regular runs to the prison to pick up consumer goods every Friday evening, others docked as regular stopovers for military or police patrols. A plan was hatched to board one of them. Making use of a couple of corrupt guards, Adam and his group made their move, covered by Xenos who remained in the prison they reached the docking area undetected, only one sentry was on duty, their sentry, who had already taken payment.

The ship was easy to borrow, the LPI as easy to corrupt as ever.

They did not know what they were releasing.


The sole motivation of our enemy is greed. Greed drives them, greed fuels their corruption, greed powers their trade ships across the stars until they reach our lands, where they spew forth all of this greed upon our people. Corrupting our hearts and minds with their filth. They walk amongst us with attitudes of superiority, they buy our lands; buy our woman, and even the souls of Libertonians with their promises of greed.

It is time we showed them that we do not want what they offer. We are not buying what they are selling. We will not bow and scrape before these foreign dogs and their Liberty government pawns. If greed is what they value then we shall strike at their greed! We shall shed their greed ships of their cargo, we shall find their lackeys among us and drive them out, we will make their greed cost them so much that they will take their wretched hides from our space and slink back into their foul nests in Rheinland, Kusari, Brettonia or wherever else they came from. We shall show them, in simple language that their evil minds can understand, that from this point on, Liberty is not for sale.


Adam Greerson - The Unstoppable Truth. Pg 560.


The room was lit by a single desk lamp. It cast is orange glow over the man hunched at the desk. He sat in silence looking over several documents before him. There was a knock at the door. "Come in", Greerson said without looking up. A tall man in a black combat uniform entered the room. "I have a report from Denver", The man said, "thought you might like to see it."
He handed Adam a small slip of paper and Greerson leaned back in his chair and read it out loud; "Foreign casualties 115, Police, 23" he nodded, his expression never changing. "And collateral?"
The man before him nodded slightly, "Yes a few, the staff were mostly locals, our first reports indicate that somewhere in the vicinity of 14 were killed, and we dont know how many wounded."
Greerson shook his head, "Well... Its regrettable, however, those who work with these fools know the risk that they take, and our position is clear and public."

The plan to bomb the business luncheon on Denver had been hatched weeks before. Representatives from several foreign companies had been invited and Greerson's sources had made it know that they might be able to get some kind of explosive into the venue. The opportunity had been too good to miss and so he had authorized it. An announcement had been made to the public to avoid the area, though most Xeno transmissions into Liberty were jammed by the government and so it was inevitable there would be civilians there.
Unfortunate, but necessary.

"Good Job" Greerson said, "That will be all". The man turned and left the room and Adam turned his attention to the papers in front of him. Shipping manifests for several inbound convoys due into liberty space over the next few days. He poured himself a small glass of wine; sipping it silently he set back to the task of which convoy would have the most impact, which would be the most noticed, and which would leave the most foreign dead.

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It is claimed by some that my methods are barbaric, that they are murder. My hands it is said are stained with the blood of innocents.
Well, they are. I have the blood of those I am trying to save on my hands, it is my shame and my pain, but I am a soldier, and this is the burden I must bear.
Those of you, who attack me, find me one war in history where the innocent did not suffer, this is the tragedy of war, and none can deny this.
But we are not just fighting here because we are violent people; we are not trying to steal lives, steal futures, and destroy dreams. No my friends, we are fighting for the survival of our people, we are fighting for a dream. You cannot see that the shroud of money has been pulled over your eyes, you cannot see that these people that you so vehemently defend care nothing for you, they care only for their own wealth and the power of their miserable houses. If it were possible to fight this war in a way that no son or daughter of liberty fell, then I would do so, but you know it is not. Our enemies use our own people against us, and unfortunately, some who should not, will fall.
We do these things now, so that one day soon, you will be free. You will live in peace, harmony and purity, with your eyes open and the shroud of deceit that the government and its foreign corporations will be lifted. This is my promise to you all.

Adam Greerson. The Unstoppable Truth, pg 478.

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