The March Conspiracy

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The March Conspiracy

Im moving the current SA RP here, since I feel that it is clogging up the thread and preventing day-to-day activities from going on. Participants, please post here now.

Also, here is some background.

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Of course, we are only conspiracy theorists. But let us let you know, that if we are right, the world you live in would change, or at least, your view of it would change.

You are skeptical. But look back on the events a few years ago. Nomads, attacked us, and without people like us, people who believed, where would we be?

So, I give you a choice, I bet my LIFE that there is a conspiracy. Remember that you sacrifice little if you believe.

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On the newspapers, Harrison Gurney was a hero who stood up against the villainous SCRA fighter pilots Totenkopt and Sitting Bear. One who fought against all odds to protect an insignificant Transport, abandoned by its owners due to the radiation that had permeated the ships hull. Gurneys parents, and his fianc?e Brandie were told this as well.

Yet, no one knew the truthat least, no one that anyone knew.

A distinguished South Alliance officer is arrested. A First Mate is found stark naked with a bullet between her eyes. Where is the connection? They both visited the top hospital in Liberty, and now, they suffered consequences.
A suit is assigned to watch over the SA for suspicious activity. In less than three days, he resigns, forgoes his tenure, his current location unknown.

What is going on? What is happening? If I die for what I say, you will know. If I dont, thenI guess, you win the bet.


Moving some posts essential to storyline...

By Tannik Seldon

--Received Coded Transmission--
TO: Liberty Navy, Personnel Intelligence Division
FROM: Denver General Hospital, Trauma Center, Military desk
EXCERPT: Voice logs for Room 314b, occupant: Cpt. Tannik Seldon

TRANSCRIPT BEGINS

<Voice of Cpt. Seldon>
[low, grumbling]...dang, that's a lot of mail. Well, since I have nothing better to do, might as well take care of the paperwork...

Hmm, a message from the DoD...

WHAT? Prospector no longer to be engaged?
[outrage] Is this some kind of joke? Paul nearly got shot down by that ship! Heck, I WAS shot down! And the reason... you've got to be kidding me!

<Voice of Nurse Trina McIntyre>
Are you alright, sir?

<Voice of Cpt. Seldon>
[quieter] Yes. Just got some surprising mail.

This is insane. US engaging HIM is a hazard to trade? What is this DoD guy smoking? And what is this [expletive deleted] about incidents of "friendly fire?"

Something strange is going on. Again.

Well, when I get out of here... if any Xenos scum so much as fires a shot in Liberty space, I'm not going to stand by and watch. I'm not going to let people I've sworn to protect die, "negotiations" or no.

[subject is silent]

I swore to serve Liberty. That's my first loyalty... not the [expletive deleted] DoD.

TRANSCRIPT ENDS

--End Transmission--

By Kane

Whisper Transmission:
Encryption: ONE TIME KEY; UNKNOWN
Target ID: Tannik Seldon
Comm ID: -DELETED-

Now you know why I left. You understand something is wrong, you feel powerless to stop it. Your fellows will turn on you, your superiors will doubt you, and the general populace will begin to mutter rumors behind your back; rumors of 'Traitor.'

But I know better. You are loyal and true, but not to the DoD and that makes you dangerous.

I want your help. I need your help. And to prove my faith to you, I will disclose a tidbit of information you should find very interesting.

Special Division Six, of the DoD, has ordered Govenor Osorojo's exicution. Perhaps someone should intervine...

Truthfully,
An Ex. Liberty Black Ops Agent

Message ends:
Destruct Worm activated:
Message deleted:
Log Erased:

By elgatodiablo

Memo to: Admiral OsoRojo
From: Henry Epps
Re: Harrison Gurney

Admiral, there is no need for that. I have already dispatched a team of 20 men to find Gurney's body, they should have removed his body from Arlington and exhumed it by tonight.

But your violations and questionings of Liberty orders have not put th South Alliance in good light. In fact, allow me to warn you that your tenure as Governor and Admiral has been compromised.

Do not cross Liberty again. On a second note, the Department of Defense would like custody of Mr. Seldon.

Epps.

By OsoRojo

Transmit................

To: Mr. Epps

Comm ID: LNS-RedBear

Greetings,

Sir, such actions and insults are unbecoming of a politician and diplomat. However, such actions are truly unusual and remind me of a time I have not faced in several years. Such acts brings forth memories of unusual unit movements and personnel changes within Liberty. Are you feeling well, sir?

My regards
Admiral OsoRojo of Combined Fleet


Transmit..............................

encoded for SA military cyphers only.....................................

To: All SA units

Comm ID: LNS-RedBear

Gentlemen,

All know my mettle and character, I fear the worse has befallen Liberty once again, Nomad infiltration. Due to such, and as Admiral of Combined Fleet, I declare martial law as of now, however, it is low-profile and we will not cause general panic. In addition, I charge all units to find and arrest Mr. Epps now. Virginia is now in lock down, and only SA vessels may leave or enter.

May the VOID watch over us all
Admiral OsoRojo of Combined Fleet

(Crap......Admiral RedBear not again, we barely survived the last War......) (Aye, sir, but I concur with your conclusion for I have fought with Captain Seldon and drank many shots with him when in and just out of academy, as has Adamson. Mr. Epps is just not acting in a human fashion)

Next two by elgatodiablo

Memo to Governor OsoRojo
From: Henry Epps

Dear Governor,

I stand today in the light of shame. I stand corrected, and I would like to apologize for all the wrongs committed upon any other members of the South Alliance.

I am resigning from my position as temporary commander of the SA.

Yours,
Henry Epps

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Sequence Decoded Addition

Governor, there is something very important I need to tell you!!

Meet me...

---Incoming Transmission---
To: Admiral Adamson
From: Captain Jonathan Rhames, LNS Alabama

Sir,

I can't believe it, an' I daresay I'd hate to believe it, but my first mate is doggone dead!

We docked on Denva, and I gave the men shore leave for 3 hours. My first mate, Grace errrm... Grace something, goes off to the Denva Hospital, for a broke rib or somethin'.

Then she just never came back! I was due for a patrol 'round Colorada, so I contacted some LPI men. They found her naked with a tiny hole 'tween the eyes from some archaic weapon.

I've ordered a further investigation, and stayin' put on Denva for as long as possible.

Captain Rhames signing of.

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[7:42:05 PM][6:51:36 PM] Igor (Smokey): btw terry
[6:51:48 PM] Terrance Cooper: Ye?
[6:52:00 PM] Igor (Smokey): nothin
[6:52:03 PM] Igor (Smokey): just sayin btw
[6:52:05 PM] Terrance Cooper: &lt;_&lt;

Johnny_Haas: you shot anti criuse speed rockets!!!
Johnny_Haas: but why????
Johnny_Haas: ??
Johnny_Haas: why you shoot criuse speed rockets?

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GNN News Flash

[color=#FFCC33]HUGE PUBLIC SCANDAL!

Distinguished SA Officer's Body exhumed and chopped into pieces!

While conducting tests at a New London meat-packing facility, the Bretonian FDA found human RNA in several samples. This discovery was immediately met with an investigation by the BPA.

Inspector George Stuart of the BPA has stated that "This is an atrocity that knows no bounds. The BPA will do everything in our power to find the perpetrators of this heinous deed."

The RNA samples, after being sent to Cambridge Research Station, have been confirmed to belong to Captain Harrison Gurney of the South Alliance. No futher information has been released on why Captain Gurney was in the meat.

The Gurney family is also preparing to press charges on the South Alliance. If charges are pressed, the SA may look at being fined over 200 Million Credits.

"I din raise my boy to become meat dat's gonna end up on them rich folk's tables," commented a mourning Mrs. Haley Gurney.

"My boy is good," sobbed a broken Wilberforce Gurney, Harrison's father, "He didn't deserve this kinda [explitive deleted]. We trusted our son's burial to these [explitive deleted] and they [explitive deleted] messed up our son's [explitive deleted] funeral. And DO YOU know where he ends up? A [explitive deleted] meat [explitive deleted] plant!!!"

Currently, the SA denies all charges and the Liberty Department of Defense and Department of Homeland Security have made no comments.

More on this as the issue unfolds!

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[7:42:05 PM][6:51:36 PM] Igor (Smokey): btw terry
[6:51:48 PM] Terrance Cooper: Ye?
[6:52:00 PM] Igor (Smokey): nothin
[6:52:03 PM] Igor (Smokey): just sayin btw
[6:52:05 PM] Terrance Cooper: &lt;_&lt;

Johnny_Haas: you shot anti criuse speed rockets!!!
Johnny_Haas: but why????
Johnny_Haas: ??
Johnny_Haas: why you shoot criuse speed rockets?

[OsoRojo]

.....................(Ensign Woods) Excuse me sirs?..................... (Admiral OsoRojo) Yes?.........................

(EW)Intel has new information on Cpt. Seldon........(AO) Thank you Ensign..dismiss..........................

..........(AO) well Admiral, what do you think now?........(Admiral RedBear) Yep, it looks like we have been

infiltrated, however, by a human organiztion..............(AO) Seldon has been under some heavy scrutiny..

..... (AR) orders?...........(AO) None for RedBear, but send a secure comm to Adamson to keep Cpt. Seldon

safe, and not to release to anyone without ok from me. Crap....I hate secret organizations and shadowy

figures............

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GNN News Flash

[color=#FFCC33]HUGE PUBLIC SCANDAL!

Distinguished SA Officer's Family Presses Charges on South Alliance!

HARRISON GURNEY's family has announced that they will be pressing charges on the South Alliance for the maltreatment and mishandling of their son's post mortem rights. Assisted by legendary maverick attorney Ariel Schroder of Nuremberg, the family plans to bring the South Alliance to court by the end of the month.

"This is a terrible occasion," said Mr. Schroder, "One that I hope to alleviated by suing the [explitive deleted] out of the South Alliance."

When asked how much he would profit if he won the case, Schroder did not comment, stating that it would be a violation of his clients' privacy.

The BPA still has not release information on WHY Captain Gurney was in the meat. Meanwhile, Liberty authorities have planned to release information regarding Captain Gurney that the DHS claims will "acquit all the wrongly accused from these falsely created crimes."

More on this, as the situation unfolds.

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Inspector Stuart arrived at the Gurney household on Houston late in the afternoon. The hot Texan sun beat down on his back, and he took off his pith helmet, and knocked on the door.

Haley Gurney opened the door and gave Stuart a demeaning stare.

"Is you one of dose reportas?" asked the tall, imposing woman.

"No ma'am," said the inspector, "I'm here to help."

And saying so, he took out a picture of Harrison sitting on the wing of a Spatial, and showed it to Haley Gurney.

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[7:42:05 PM][6:51:36 PM] Igor (Smokey): btw terry
[6:51:48 PM] Terrance Cooper: Ye?
[6:52:00 PM] Igor (Smokey): nothin
[6:52:03 PM] Igor (Smokey): just sayin btw
[6:52:05 PM] Terrance Cooper: &lt;_&lt;

Johnny_Haas: you shot anti criuse speed rockets!!!
Johnny_Haas: but why????
Johnny_Haas: ??
Johnny_Haas: why you shoot criuse speed rockets?

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"Ma boy wuz good," muttered Wilberforce Gurney, "Over and over again, rocking in his chair."

Stuart could pay little attention to the man, who had obviously become catatonic over the loss of his son, despite the fact that he seemed to handled it better out in public. Stuart watched the man finger his silver wedding ring, and felt pity pierce through his heart.

Haley Gurney returned with a plateful of warm cookies and a mug of coffee.

"Hear ya go, inspector," she say with a bittersweet smile, "they ain't dat synth crap dat you get in them stores. These be homemade."

"Thanks," said Stuart, distracted. He had noticed another picture, on-top of the Gurney's bureau.

"Mrs. Gurney," said Stuart, pointing at the picture on the bureau, "Could I see that picture?"

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Graves Station
March 24........

A heavy set man sat before his desk. On top, there were newspaper clippings concerning the recent discovery of Captain Gurney's death. There was a closet opposite the man's desk, and only the man's desk lamp was on. Light seeped through the main entrance of the office.

Next to them, his holophone's message indicator flashed angrily at him.

The man reached out for the holophone, but before he reached the button, he quickly withdrew his hand.

He repeated the process several times until, after taking several small white pills from a bottle, he reached out and pushed the button.

"You have Two messages," said the feminine voice from the holophone.

The first began to play, "Johnny, honey, I need you to bring home some mayo and that synth paste..."

The man let his wife's voice trail off in his mind. One more to go...he thought.

The second, a gravely voice. "Mr. Henderson..." it began.

John Henderson, the heavy set man, sat up, and refused to look at the holoscreen, shivers running down his spine.

The gravely voice continued, "YOU have left your Eagle parked on Leeds for over 10 days. It WILL be towed away if you d not respond this this message within three hours. Goodday!"

Henderson took a sigh and began to pack. Home free, he thought.

He got up, but a distinctive Bretonian accent could be heard.

"Johnny, old chap," said the voice in the recording, "how are ya?"

Henderson stopped in his tracks.

"In case," continued the recording, "You were burdened with the last task, I decided to help you with it."

Henderson sat down.

"Cyanide," said the recording, "encased in plastic. Excellent substitute for digitalis."

Henderson fell out from his chair frothing at the mouth.

"You never did remember the old adage, did you Johnny?" continued the recording.

The closet door opened, and an older, wiry man stepped out, a microphone in hand. The older man shut off the microphone. And stood over Johnny Henderson's dead body.

"Trust no one," muttered the man, "johnnyboy."

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[7:42:05 PM][6:51:36 PM] Igor (Smokey): btw terry
[6:51:48 PM] Terrance Cooper: Ye?
[6:52:00 PM] Igor (Smokey): nothin
[6:52:03 PM] Igor (Smokey): just sayin btw
[6:52:05 PM] Terrance Cooper: &lt;_&lt;

Johnny_Haas: you shot anti criuse speed rockets!!!
Johnny_Haas: but why????
Johnny_Haas: ??
Johnny_Haas: why you shoot criuse speed rockets?

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GNN News Flash

GRAVES STATION OVERSEER SIR JOHN HENDERSON was found dead in his office today. BPA authorities have announced that the death was an act of suicide, but Inspector George Stuart of the BPA has announced that he firmly believes that it was an act of murder, not suicide.

When asked why he believed so, Stuart responded that he had a "hunch".

Countering Stuart's statement, BPA officials stated: "The reason why the BPA is such a distinguished force is because we operate on fact, reason, and evidence. NOT hunches."

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Meanwhile, to add more problems to the South Alliance's already diminished pool of officers, Tannik Seldon, Captain of the 383rd Flying Fish Squadron was admitted to the Denver Asylum for the Psycologically Challenged.

Seldon was diagosed with Schizophrenia, and will undergo electroshock treatment.

"With this new treatment," said Dr. Lewison, Head of the Denver Asylum, "We will target the areas of Mr. Seldon's brain, and eliminate the problems."

While the rest of the medical community of Sirius denounced this treatment as absolute bogus, Dr. Lewison staunchly defended his new treatment.

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Finally, to recap, the BPA still has not announced why Harrison Gurney was in the meat, or any results whether conclusive or not, on who killed Gurney.

More on these stories as they unfold.

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[7:42:05 PM][6:51:36 PM] Igor (Smokey): btw terry
[6:51:48 PM] Terrance Cooper: Ye?
[6:52:00 PM] Igor (Smokey): nothin
[6:52:03 PM] Igor (Smokey): just sayin btw
[6:52:05 PM] Terrance Cooper: &lt;_&lt;

Johnny_Haas: you shot anti criuse speed rockets!!!
Johnny_Haas: but why????
Johnny_Haas: ??
Johnny_Haas: why you shoot criuse speed rockets?

[Denelo]

Planet Manhattan, New York System.


'Hmmm... incresed activity on the SA channels, mostly encoded..." A man in his mid-fortys leaned over a small device in the Cargo Hold of a Large Train. "A couple Navy-wide transmissions... Ha, I decoded that one years ago... What's this? A highly encoded transmission... another one... lots of them..." The Informant plugs a Comm Unit into the device. "Ok... got it. Woah... that's just scary. Some navy officer ended up in a meat container? I don't think I'll be eating any steak any time soon. And a First Mate was found... oh, that's just wrong. I guess Denelo will want to hear about these..."
The Informant transmits the interceped messages to parts unknown...


America Base, Vespucci System.

Major Denelo Mori of the Hellfire Legion leans over his Comm Unit.
"Sir, one of my informants has sent me some information regarding the South Allience's movements. It's a bit... disturbing. Transmitting now."

Over the Comm unit come a voice: "This is Executive Commander Mark Kaine of the Hellfire Legion, to Major Denelo. Good job, I've been wondering about the South Allience's movements lately. You are hereby promoted to Captain, due to your excellant information gathering and informing."

"Thank you sir."

The Comm channel closes.

Rochester Base, New York System.

The Informant thanks the Junker Merchant and sets up the powerful (but not entirely legal) decoding device in the hold of his CSV. "This should do it... reprogram to auto-transmit to my train... ok." He locks the CSV and leaves it in Rochester, taking a shuttle back to Planet Manhattan, boarding his train, and heading to Kusari Space...

[Craines]

A man clothed in a fine Bretonian suit entered the room where the press conference was being held. He was an old man, stooping slightly, and came out to be about 5 foot 3. His face had a beautifully managed beard, reaching down to the breast pocket of his suit. It was a fading shade of maroon, entering gray, but that did nothing if not amplify the effect it had. This was a man of wisdom.

His head was bald, however, and the light glinted slightly off of it. His eyes were cold and calculating, and the creases on his face betrayed his age, along with his beard. His life was one of constant paranoia, and it had apparently taken its toll on him.

Moving to a chair near the back, the man sat and watched the proceedings. The Bretonian Police were trying to cover their own backsides, and were trying, and failing, to hide the fact that they had no idea what was really going on. The man allowed himself a sly smile, hiding behind his manicured facial hair.

Finally, the Speaker of Bretonia informed everyone that there were to be no more questions. Rising from his seat, the man walked nonchalantly towards the Chambers of Office, near the back, while the reporters hustled and hurried out of the door to get the interview onto the holovids and newspaper. Reaching the door to the Chambers, the man opened them a few inches and slipped in.

"Hello, Director McTraland," the man said. His voice was oily, uncomfortable to hear and yet hinted towards great power. "I believe you know who I am?"

McTraland looked about his office, and seeing that there was no one, beckoned the man to sit in a chair before him. "This is our first, uh, our first meeting, no? Um, I think that that is for the best, because as you know, it is often, um, best to not be in a situation to have to contact you because..."

"Stop. Talking. Now," the man said, his eyes closed and his fingers massaging his temples. "You are a blundering idiot, someone who deserves to be killed and chopped up into little tiny rich-people's food. But you are also a powerful man... assuming that you decide to cooperate. Otherwise... well, let's say there are worse ways to die than being ground into meat, yes?"

McTraland blanched, his face a shade of white reserved for parchment. His knuckles grew white as he gripped the arms of his chair ferociously. "Whatever you, uh, whatever you say, sir. Yes, whatever you say, and want, sir."

"Good. Now, I believe you can adequately handle this little problem? Cover it up, hire some bombers, I don't care. Just make it," he cracked his neck, "disappear." The man looked into the trembling eyes of McTraland. "I am Richard Walters. I work for SD6. And know this: we are powerful. So powerful, in fact, that if you manage to make this into a blunder, you will become akin to the ether that Terra Firma was once convinced filled space. Do I make myself clear, fool?"

"Yes, of course, sir! Crystal clear, sir. As clear as..."

"You really must learn to shut the hell up sometimes, McTraland. I mean, honestly, just saying, 'Yes sir' would have sufficed. But no, you have to bumble on and on. If I have the displeasure of ever entering this godforsaken office again, I expect two things. One, that this problem has been handled correctly, and two, that you are better at your job. There are many men we can hire to replace you, McTraland. You are expendable."

"Yes sir, sorry sir."

"Good. Now, I'm going to leave. I have other things to attend to, as I suspect you do as well. See this woman?" Walters removed a holographic image of a young woman. "She is your new secretary. She is also your liaison to us. If she is injured, found dead, et cetera, be forewarned that your life will become forfeit. She is move valuable than one thousand of you, and I expect that she be treated as your immense superior. Do I make myself clear?"

McTraland visibly jumped at this last sentence. Walters was a powerful speaker, to be sure, and the effect of thirty years of interrogation techniques was having full impact on the poor official. "Yes sir," he managed.

"Good. I will be leaving now. Miss Sara Cora is your new superior. Obey her like the Queen. Adieu."

As Richard Walters left, McTraland exhaled. He had only been told, in small detail, that a mysterious organization used that man to act as their messenger. Still, he hadn't been expecting... that. It was as if the Devil Itself had crawled into his office. McTraland took out a flask of whiskey, and gulped furiously at it. He wanted to forget all about the encounter, and the bottom of a glass seemed the quickest way to do it.

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[Kane]

INCOMMING TRANSMISSION:
DESTINATION: All DoD Offices
COMM ID: -UNKNOWN-
ENCRYPTION: -NA-

I am not impressed, gentlemen. Your little game is running out, and now you seek to bring down as many as you can with you.

I will not stand for this. The world cannot stand for this. And because it cannot, must not, and will not be stood for, I deliver this ultimatum to you;

Release Tannik Seldon from the Denver Asylum, declare him sane, and publicly announce his return to active duty at his current rank, or there will be dire consequences. Do not make a mistake you won't live to regret.

You have 12 hours.

With all due respect,
Mr.Mortifera

MESSAGE ENDS:

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On planet Denver, if one were to but look up at the night sky you would see the vast blackness of space. Stars twinkled down from above, making the world seem blanketed in a black velvet cloth, pinpricked to let tiny dots of light to shine through. But the skys held unknown dangers for the people of Denver. Hidden from both human and mechanical eyes, the Oblivion brooded.

Deep within its hardened shell, lurked a malevolent presence. Crystal Oni, the insane AI that ran much of the Oblivion and lead the Phantoms hacker teams, was watching. Using relays bounced all over the Colorado system, the AI watched the Asylum. The entrance, the wards, the offices, everything was watched in equal measures. Where the security had placed eyes, Crystal Oni could see. The machine could hack the most advanced security systems known to man within seconds, so the bare-bones defenses of the Asylum were no threat to the massive computer.

And what Crystal Oni was watching for, ah now there was a good question. The AI watched for any hint of weapons that entered the building. Any official notice sent to the Asylum had to pass CO first, and if necessary it could make the message seem like it arrived, but never did. All of this was in preparation for the DoD to make that one horrific mistake that panicking men are so prompt to do, and that is shoot their problems. If anything looks like it had a good chance of harming Seldon, there was a whole squad of Phantom Soldiers ready to strike. A covert assault shuttle had ferried them down to the surface naught but 15 minutes ago, and they were ready to assault the Asylum at any time.

Such was how the Phantoms operated; Where strikes like these would take days to set up for most people, the Phantoms excelled at speed, stealth, and overwhelming firepower. So now they played the waiting game. One way or another, the DoD would make its answer known within the next 12 hours.

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This is the real true story of rock and roll; it was not about anything more then, how to live your life, as a gangster, in sartorial splendor, and turning the world into a place where normality would never return again...- Malcolm McLaren

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"Seldon, Seldon, Seldon," muttered a wiry man with a Bretonian accent, "Where for art thou?"

He stood up, and walked into the Liberty Tower. The tower, at the heart of Manhattan, was built using the original body of the Sleeper Ship Liberty. Within it lay the people, machines, and decision making authorities that was Liberty itself. And deeper within, it was the Liberty Department of Defense.

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"Everyone..." muttered Conrad, "Everyone..."

"Yes sir," said a young officer gravely.

"This is," he paused, "was inhuman. I refuse to believe."

The young officer stared at Conrad sternly. He should have chosen kitchen duty instead. The old man was impossible to sway.

"It is humanly impossible," said Conrad sternly.

"Sir," insisted the young officer, "It happened. No traces, nothing except knife wounds at the neck. No blood either. Just...a cut into the jugular."

"No chemicals?" asked Conrad, "No one saw who it was?"

In all the years of Walter Conrad's life as Secretary of Defense, he had never seen anything like this.

"No sir," replied the young officer.

Every single secretary and non-priority employee in the Liberty Tower dead, 54 people killed at close range with a knife. Luckily, it was a sunday.

Conrad regained his infathomable sense and profundity that made him Secretary of Defense. He smiled at the young officer.

"Run along now," he said, "At least, no one of importance was killed."

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[7:42:05 PM][6:51:36 PM] Igor (Smokey): btw terry
[6:51:48 PM] Terrance Cooper: Ye?
[6:52:00 PM] Igor (Smokey): nothin
[6:52:03 PM] Igor (Smokey): just sayin btw
[6:52:05 PM] Terrance Cooper: &lt;_&lt;

Johnny_Haas: you shot anti criuse speed rockets!!!
Johnny_Haas: but why????
Johnny_Haas: ??
Johnny_Haas: why you shoot criuse speed rockets?