From: Colonel Santiago
To: Commander Braddock
We started playing politics since when we found how useful its for tactical maneuvers. How easily you can fool people with it. How easily people may believe in mere words, words that didn’t help you when we threw you into the sea, and only planetminds quick deeds saved your miserable lives.
(OOC: Very angry text, but what can you expect when two worst enemies come together
LordLMP, is Braddock really contacting the Hive?
Didn´t they have couple of major wars with them? Don´t have anything against Hive coming into the conflict, though. More things to shoot at for the Spartans
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Couple of days earlier in Council Base
Alexandro Demeneras was reading recent news from home in his room, when a small beep came from the ventilation duct, and then a voice,
“You asked, Sir?”
Alexandro turned away from the computer and looked towards the ventilation duct.
“Good, you’re here. For God’s sakes, stop trying to be an idiot and get out of there.”
Here said with a calm but commanding voice.
“Yes Sir…” A dark figure jumped out of the duct. A short, muscular man dressed completely in a pitch-black probe suit, and with a very tech-looking bag on his back.
“Now,” Alexandro stood up and walked to him, taking a data crystal form his pocket and handing it to the spy,
“This is a very delicate model, so watch yourself. If this brakes, so does you life.” He looked him intensively,
“ Your mission is to go to University territory, not to spy or cause havoc, but to possibly deliver this.” He held the crystal before the spy’s eyes.
“This crystal holds technological data and blue prints. Also, it contains the passwords for a very large sum of credits, that can be obtained from any major bank in the Chiron alliance. You and your team will work as the hands of the Spartan Federation in the Chiron continent. Remember, you must not let this data crystal fall into any others hands. If it comes to that, you can destroy it easily, that’s why its so fragile. You all have new ID´s as peacekeeper merchants, and good sum of credits for your own use.”
“Your destination will be Zarya- Sunrise, where you will set up a small post and wait for further orders. Now hurry up, your transportation leaves soon.”
“Yes Sir, goodbye Sir.” The spy said without a hint of fear or doubt.
“Good luck, soldier.” A sentence said by Alexandro as if for a thousanth time, which was probably true.
The spy, without a sound , entered the ventilation duct and disappeared, followed only by a small beep.
Alexandro walked back in front of the computer, sat down on the chair and started reading again.
[This message has been edited by Cyber (edited February 24, 2001).]
To: Commander Braddock
We started playing politics since when we found how useful its for tactical maneuvers. How easily you can fool people with it. How easily people may believe in mere words, words that didn’t help you when we threw you into the sea, and only planetminds quick deeds saved your miserable lives.
(OOC: Very angry text, but what can you expect when two worst enemies come together
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Couple of days earlier in Council Base
Alexandro Demeneras was reading recent news from home in his room, when a small beep came from the ventilation duct, and then a voice,
“You asked, Sir?”
Alexandro turned away from the computer and looked towards the ventilation duct.
“Good, you’re here. For God’s sakes, stop trying to be an idiot and get out of there.”
Here said with a calm but commanding voice.
“Yes Sir…” A dark figure jumped out of the duct. A short, muscular man dressed completely in a pitch-black probe suit, and with a very tech-looking bag on his back.
“Now,” Alexandro stood up and walked to him, taking a data crystal form his pocket and handing it to the spy,
“This is a very delicate model, so watch yourself. If this brakes, so does you life.” He looked him intensively,
“ Your mission is to go to University territory, not to spy or cause havoc, but to possibly deliver this.” He held the crystal before the spy’s eyes.
“This crystal holds technological data and blue prints. Also, it contains the passwords for a very large sum of credits, that can be obtained from any major bank in the Chiron alliance. You and your team will work as the hands of the Spartan Federation in the Chiron continent. Remember, you must not let this data crystal fall into any others hands. If it comes to that, you can destroy it easily, that’s why its so fragile. You all have new ID´s as peacekeeper merchants, and good sum of credits for your own use.”
“Your destination will be Zarya- Sunrise, where you will set up a small post and wait for further orders. Now hurry up, your transportation leaves soon.”
“Yes Sir, goodbye Sir.” The spy said without a hint of fear or doubt.
“Good luck, soldier.” A sentence said by Alexandro as if for a thousanth time, which was probably true.
The spy, without a sound , entered the ventilation duct and disappeared, followed only by a small beep.
Alexandro walked back in front of the computer, sat down on the chair and started reading again.
[This message has been edited by Cyber (edited February 24, 2001).]
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