From the Bridge...

[Koolmo]

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A familliar face, hooded in shadow, springs into view.

"Hello Sirius. It's been a long time... too long. I look forward to meeting each and every one of you."

A terrible grin splits his image.

"I hate to say it, but the Illusion is off. We grow tired of watching you bumblers and fools tramp around the sector, and It's finally time to do what we set out to do, centuries ago."

Terrible, maniacal laughter splits the screen, and a wash of static comes through as he pounds the panel. His next words are squeeky with glee.

"We're going to kill you all!"

He pauses, as though scanning the innumerable faces for some sign, some missing meaning.

"Oh, not all at once. It's no fun that way. No, you'll be killed one by one, or, if you feel like bunching up, in lots of a dozen or so. The Alliance WILL be crushed,"

Red, flaming rage spreads through his features

" and we're the ones to do it. Now, if anyone wants to DO the crushing, rather than BE the crushiee, call me. Talk it over. Decide if you want your children to burn, your flesh to scream, and you mind to gibber like, well, some kind of madman!"

The surface of his face swims, like molten wax over running water. His had traces the long, jagged scar running along his face, and brushes over his moustache. His features smooth, then subside. A calm, somehow more terrifying that the flaming anger, crosses from left to right, skipping, then holding.

"So, Siruis, what say you? Will you Fight? Or will you Die? Only one choice here, and option number two is looming. Better get busy."

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OOC: Well, this was what the SCRA was supposed to be in the first place. Now that Aeon is gone, we're going to be just that. The Coalition Takes, and Gives, no quarter. Fight or Die.

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<span style="color:#FFFF00">&quot;General Solo, is your strike team assembled?&quot;
&quot;Barely, they're pretty drunk.&quot; </span>
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I can picture in my mind a world without war, a world without hate. And I can picture us attacking that world, because they'd never expect it.