Dream to Planetmind... (from Commissioner Lal)
Thank you, my friend.
Your kindness towards our people will not be forgotten.
Hopefully, we shall see better times than this... together!
U.N. Enforcement Base
General Braddock sat quietly watching the video for the seventh time... there was not a shadow of doubt in his mind; that WAS Clayson! Also, intelligence experts were already pretty sure that the film was indeed about a year old and that it had not been tampered with. It seemed Santiago was telling him the truth... He had been horrified at first, thinking it wouldn't be possible to continue the struggle with the Spartans using Clayson as a hostage. They would have to give in... to negotiate... to... No, damn it! You're being feeble and weak, now snap out of it! First of all, he told himself, there is no way we can possibly negotiate with the Spartans under the current circumstances. If we held the upper hand and they knew that we could destroy them if they didn't come clean with us... perhaps then we could have negotiated... not now. It would only make us look foolish and weak, and they would laugh at us... they'd just laugh at us... and even if we did make a deal, they'd probably double-cross us and we'd be right back in this same mess before we knew what hit us... only, it would be even worse because they'd be prepared for it and we wouldn't be...
We call ourselves the Peacekeepers, but as of right now... peace isn't even an option!
It's just a dream... an illusion... something we hope to have some day...
For now, we must stay strong and keep fighting... there just is no other way...
-And what about Clayson?
They've had him for over sixty years already! There is probably very little they can do to him that they haven't done already... and besides... if they've kept him this long, they'll probably keep him a while longer, almost no matter what we do. -And even if I'm wrong about that, it really doesn't matter, because he would NOT want us to give in...
Closing his eyes, Braddock still remembered Clayson's last words as his unit charged...
"FOR FREEDOM!!!"
To: Colonel Santiago
From: General Braddock
Where would you be without trust?
I don't know... where are you?
To: General Von Halzburg, Spartan Main Army
From: General Braddock, Peacekeeping Forces
Hello General.
I guess it's about time for the two of us to be introduced to each other. I understand you used to command a "special" unit that was sent to U.N. High Commision (War Outpost) after the Spartans captured it. Did you know I had a wife and kid who used to live there?
I don't know what you think you are, but as far as I'm concerned, you're a murderer, not a soldier.
Reserve Forces, near the Defense Line
There they were, the four re-organized rover groups from the Frontal Units who were supposed to be joining them. Now there were 14 rover units with them, the 5 elite Assault Rovers + 6 Msl. Rovers and 3 Plasma Rovers. Also, the 7 artillery units were still with them and some Cult forces in the area would be joining this little party too. They didn't know exactly where the Spartans were, but the main army had gone so far back up to the north that it would take them at least a couple of days to return to the lines once they deemed themselves ready, and so Commander Cooke wasn't too worried yet. The forces under his command were taking a break for a few hours, and then they'd start taking up positions along the line to the south of the area where they thought the Spartan army should be. They had jets in the air to supplement the long range sensors on the ground, but the Spartan air force was flying a series of aggressive patrols further north, near the pre-war border, and so the PK jets were staying further south, closer to the lines. No need to risk their aircraft venturing too far to the north when they'd have almost two days' warning without that. If the Spartans tried to close and engage the PK jets, they would get a hot reception indeed, as every SAM-capable unit in this group would be in range and would definitely take a few shots at them. Cooke decided it was safe to relax for a couple of hours, but not much longer than that. The troops could even take off their protective ABC suits, but he made sure they knew to keep those ready. He still didn't trust the Spartans not to use Nerve gas... He did not trust the Spartans at all.
None of them did.
Thank you, my friend.
Your kindness towards our people will not be forgotten.
Hopefully, we shall see better times than this... together!
U.N. Enforcement Base
General Braddock sat quietly watching the video for the seventh time... there was not a shadow of doubt in his mind; that WAS Clayson! Also, intelligence experts were already pretty sure that the film was indeed about a year old and that it had not been tampered with. It seemed Santiago was telling him the truth... He had been horrified at first, thinking it wouldn't be possible to continue the struggle with the Spartans using Clayson as a hostage. They would have to give in... to negotiate... to... No, damn it! You're being feeble and weak, now snap out of it! First of all, he told himself, there is no way we can possibly negotiate with the Spartans under the current circumstances. If we held the upper hand and they knew that we could destroy them if they didn't come clean with us... perhaps then we could have negotiated... not now. It would only make us look foolish and weak, and they would laugh at us... they'd just laugh at us... and even if we did make a deal, they'd probably double-cross us and we'd be right back in this same mess before we knew what hit us... only, it would be even worse because they'd be prepared for it and we wouldn't be...
We call ourselves the Peacekeepers, but as of right now... peace isn't even an option!
It's just a dream... an illusion... something we hope to have some day...
For now, we must stay strong and keep fighting... there just is no other way...
-And what about Clayson?
They've had him for over sixty years already! There is probably very little they can do to him that they haven't done already... and besides... if they've kept him this long, they'll probably keep him a while longer, almost no matter what we do. -And even if I'm wrong about that, it really doesn't matter, because he would NOT want us to give in...
Closing his eyes, Braddock still remembered Clayson's last words as his unit charged...
"FOR FREEDOM!!!"
To: Colonel Santiago
From: General Braddock
Where would you be without trust?
I don't know... where are you?
To: General Von Halzburg, Spartan Main Army
From: General Braddock, Peacekeeping Forces
Hello General.
I guess it's about time for the two of us to be introduced to each other. I understand you used to command a "special" unit that was sent to U.N. High Commision (War Outpost) after the Spartans captured it. Did you know I had a wife and kid who used to live there?
I don't know what you think you are, but as far as I'm concerned, you're a murderer, not a soldier.
Reserve Forces, near the Defense Line
There they were, the four re-organized rover groups from the Frontal Units who were supposed to be joining them. Now there were 14 rover units with them, the 5 elite Assault Rovers + 6 Msl. Rovers and 3 Plasma Rovers. Also, the 7 artillery units were still with them and some Cult forces in the area would be joining this little party too. They didn't know exactly where the Spartans were, but the main army had gone so far back up to the north that it would take them at least a couple of days to return to the lines once they deemed themselves ready, and so Commander Cooke wasn't too worried yet. The forces under his command were taking a break for a few hours, and then they'd start taking up positions along the line to the south of the area where they thought the Spartan army should be. They had jets in the air to supplement the long range sensors on the ground, but the Spartan air force was flying a series of aggressive patrols further north, near the pre-war border, and so the PK jets were staying further south, closer to the lines. No need to risk their aircraft venturing too far to the north when they'd have almost two days' warning without that. If the Spartans tried to close and engage the PK jets, they would get a hot reception indeed, as every SAM-capable unit in this group would be in range and would definitely take a few shots at them. Cooke decided it was safe to relax for a couple of hours, but not much longer than that. The troops could even take off their protective ABC suits, but he made sure they knew to keep those ready. He still didn't trust the Spartans not to use Nerve gas... He did not trust the Spartans at all.
None of them did.
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