Treacherous sides

[Goliath]

. . .Corsair Battleship "Salamanca". . .
. . .Omicron Xi. . .

An entire month has passed since the Lieutenant had been enlightened. The rate at which things started to develop had increased tenfold with the often checks against "corruption" and "sabotage attempts" aboard The Salamanca. Crew with higher ranks aboard the Murmillo had been detained for various treason acts and failure to do their jobs. Engineers, other security guards, marines and pilots began to suddenly go missing under various pretexts. Those who would not be "corrected" were eventually thrown out of the airlock, while those who were had been reinstated to their old jobs.

The rapid turn of events in the last month didn't go unnoticed, though. Some of the crew had started to become cautionous and as such, isolated themselves from the rest. Whenever one of them was accused of something, the rest covered him or her up, and eventually proving them not guilty in front of those who don't see the abrupt changes, making it harder at times for Ernesto to further his goals. The slow but sure enlightenment process had turned into a race against time, with more and more corsairs joining the more cautionous bunch who scour the Battleship of any proofs they could find against the Security Department, while Ernesto and his newfound pawns keep their numbers on a rise. The inevitable was bound to happen. A rebellion had to happen at some point with such a high population aboard The Salamanca. And for this reason, a meeting had place between Ernesto's loyalists.


One mind, One goal, One Purpose . . .

"The darklings have started to figure out our plans." said Ernesto, biting on his fingers' nails, looking at the latest reports. "We will move the Salamanca into Omicron Lost-" continued to mention before stopping abruptly, looking at the Lieutenant, who also stared back with a determined look. No words between eachother, yet the Captain responded. "Yes. Cut the communications too. Once there, we will shut all the lights and communications-" he added, then again stopping in the same manner, having his head fixed at Benitez, yet his eyes facing the two Corsair Pilots: Mateo and Javier. "Yes. Make sure the escape pods are also offline for as long as possible. If you can't, disable them all for good. Shoot the control panels if you have to.".

Ernesto turned his sight back at Benitez, then glanced at the two security guards by the door, standing like stone before resuming. "Prepare all units under our control to initiate the takeover. And prepare all available M10-"Titan" Fighters to escort our Battleship to Omicron Lost. Shoot any pods that may detach with witnesses" he said before standing up along with all others in the room at unison, who shortly after salute, then leave.

The door closes, leaving the Captain alone in his cozy office. He glanced at the computer standing on his left, transmitting a live video feed which is split in two. One side was showing a couple of darklings - including the so called Leader, who kept yelling at the others while showing a piece of paper. The sight made Ernesto chuckle a bit. He then turned to the other video feed, which was showing the prison cells who were very starting to take in more and more prisoners. He leaves a long sigh before closing the computer and eventually walking out of the office with his goofy attitude, whistling as if nothing was on his mind.

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