Threats from within.

[Boss]

I stood there for a while, just...looking...at the stars that were now my home. I'd come a long way from the SWAT agent I'd been. Remembering my past is hard. You just can't understand what it's like until you become one of us. It stretches you. You become yourself, expanded. I-i-it's hard to explain. It's hard thinking about it. When you need it, though, that power is there.

My last mission was simple enough. Locate a few artifacts. I had all the location data. I knew who had them or what had them. I just didn't know how big they were.

Most artifacts are small, handheld. Most of the ones people deal with, anyways. These were not handheld. They were large enough that I felt like I was trying to shove four small children into my hold. Size-wise, that is. Compunctions, no. If the mission demanded it, I would.

We're dedicated like that.

Dedication...My kid brother was my boss, kind of. Fate's evil like that. I said I was SWAT. Jim wasn't directly over me, but seeing as he was a Deputy Chief of the LPI, I had to keep him in line. It took a lot of effort, a lot of waking up in the morning and finding a reason to care. Most of the Deputies weren't exactly mentally sound. The stress of the job gets to a guy. The fact that he kept that position until he vanished along with the...the...I can't remember. Sometimes that happens. You can't remember things you don't need to. It makes us focus on the mission, and if we were to get captured, well, we can't tell what we don't know.



My name is Jeff Markey. My number is L-024. What I am is a Spectre.

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Just go play the game and have fun dammit.

all in all the conclusion is that disco doesn't need antagonist factions, it doesn't need phantoms, it doesn't need nomads, it doesn't need coalition and it doesn't need many other things, no AIs, the game is hijacked by morons to confuse the game with their dickwaving generic competition games mixed up with troll-of-the-day.