Discovering the Truth

[Sol]

Discovering the Truth:
A Libertonian Conspiracy

A Libertonian gunship was waiting obediently as if it was shackled to its place by a dozen beams showering it with blinding light from each direction. Two wide circles of yellow and black cordon surrounded the lights, and inside this circle were a few sturdy barriers where the Kusari Naval personnel hid as they kept a watchful eye on this ship, even trained a couple rocket launchers towards it. Yukawa's docking bay number two and its gate to freedom were completely shut tight to further trap LNS-Secession and her crew.

This situation had lasted without a disturbance for the last few hours and, probably, kept everyone involved at a nervous edge. Eventually, the uneasy silence was broken with gears cranking and churning, metal rubbing on metal as the heavy door of the docking bay's entrance widened open and let in an entourage of grim looking fellows. About a couple dozen, their heavy boots trampled the smooth floor with rhythmic sounds as they made way towards the persecuted vessel. The troops all wore black, carried heavy rifles and wore helmets with dark visors, and were surrounding an important looking couple.

They were quite deliberate with their steps, ridiculously slow, and they felt the need to slap their feet on the floor loudly with each step. A small, plump man led this entourage, and his short legs took their sweet time. He fixed his glasses with the tip of his index finger on his tiny nose, his expression was unnervingly neutral, his inquisitive eyes were as dark as coal and could barely be made out with how thick his glasses were. But such an expression only barely could hide the heroism of this small person determined to reveal the truth. His empty, steely gaze wouldn't flinch one bit and he'd not blink even once. He'd stop at nothing for the well being of Kusari and her people, even if it meant he had to walk this far away from his beloved arm-chair and desk, and talk to a few people.

"Hmmmm..." Gaikotsu muttered after they were close enough to the scene, and when he could barely see the ship surrounded in light from over the yellow cordon with his short stature. He paused on the way and along with him his guards and companion.

"Hmmmmmmm..." he let out again, his thick glasses shone before his clever eyes. A minute had passed in silence, his stare unchanging and so neutral, locked on to the ship patiently. He gulped, quite loudly, swallowing the mucus building up in his throat. Everybody could hear it. Another minute passed. He finally said, "Open... up the way," slowly, cleverly focusing on each word so that he could properly sound as clever as he really is.

Two guards answered "Hai!", and they quickly did as they were told to, clearing the way for this grim entourage.