Eavesdroppers: Tomoe

[Leo]

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"A damn shame that a bootlicker is in charge of Bethlehem now." Raguel said with a sigh. "Seems to me, someone needs to set you straight, administrator. From my vantage point, it seems as if you weren't here when the actual shit hit the fan out there in open space, so let me paint a picture for you. Liberty came in droves, darkened our skies and killed our children. They burned our farms and raped our wives. Yet you stand here with some holier than thou speech about we can't help Erie if we're dead. We can't help Erie if we're slaves beholden to our masters either."

He snarls. His face contorting in rage. The wizened man was gone, the savage Raguel now stood in his place.

"You want to be a fuckin' traitor to your people, then I say you do so off of Bethlehem. Because if you keep spoutin' those words 'bout workin' with any part of them butchers, it might be me that stands over your corpse as it cools or any one of those here who want Liberty's boot off our necks. I lost my daughter on the surface of that world and I will see Liberty pay in blood until the day I leave this mortal plane. Choose your words wisely 'administrator'. The next ones might be your last. I expect many others here feel much the same way."

His hand reached for the canon on his hip but hesitated. Instead he let his arm drop loosely at his side. He wasn't about to die here because of this bitch.

"Watch your back, administrator. I'd hate to see that pretty face of yours all bloodied up." the man spun on his heel and departed the area. The Zoners who had stood behind him parted as he passed. A few nodding in agreement with his final parting words.

"Cowards, the lot of them. It's time I got the Lady Luck into action and took care of some of these fucking imperialists. The PLF will take care of that administrator before long. I'm sure of it."

He headed towards the mooring platforms and grabbed a random cargo loader. Pushing it to the airlock where the Lady Luck was moored, he retrieved a few cargo boxes and placed them in the cargo loading bay.

"May as well leave these party favors behind. Maybe them PLF boys can use em."

After he was finished, he left the cargo loader where he got it and walked into the Lady Luck. Before the doors to the airlock closed he glared back towards whence he had come. Moments later, the mooring clamps released the Conference Gunboat and it engaged it's cruise engines, heading out into the black in order to give Liberty a bad day.

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You fear oblivion. Yet you forget. The universe remembers every atom of your being. Even dust hums your name in the dark.

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