09-22-2008, 03:05 AM
From The Office of Public Relations of the Jupiter Guild Zoners Faction.
At this time we wish to clarify certain matters pertaining to the death of a couragous junior member of the JG.
For those who have not read the original post of his death by the SCRA we reproduce it here in its gory detail. Not a post for those of a weak of stomach.
Quote:
The gunboat pilot hung, held by an intricate web of gravity-projectors, and more mundane chains. A dozen uniformed men gathered around, hands on hips or with arms folded. One smoked a long cigar, and puffed in appreciation of the sign in front of him. After a mere 24 hours, the Jupiter Guild pilot was but inches from death, and had spilled all that he knew in the process. The men gathered around him were members of Marine Intelligence, Coalition Intelligence, the feared Commisariat, and the secretive GRU. All of them had given a shot at the broken body in front of them, but the man who had enjoyed himself the most was three quarters of the way through what he called a 'Cuban'. Grand Admiral James McIntosh had had an excellent time battering the hulk of meat in front of them with both fists and other impliments, causing the most pain for the least lasting damage.
"Well gentlemen... go back to your various sections, and start finalizing those reports. We'll reconvene tommorow after the execution, and see what you think they're really up to. I suspect we all know the answer, but that's the price of running a war. Have a good night."
With a chorus of "Good Night Sir", and "Will do Sir", the men filed though the single door, and out into various portions of the Coalition Intelligence ship. McIntosh and another, smaller man were soon the last ones remaining.
Several hours later, the holo-cams flicker on...
A man, battered and bloody, stands on a crude metal platform, raised above the crowd. In ranks, and perfectly still, hundreds of Coalition Pilots, Soldiers, and Crewmen stand, watching, and waiting. Hammer and Cog emblems, gold on red banners, adorn the walls of the massive room. Not a noise is heard.
From below the camera's view, a rustle spreads through the massed revolutionaries. From the bottom of he frame, a man marched, dressed in midnight black, escorted by a dozen suited marines. Tall, chiseled, and with an intensity of character visible even through the lens of the holo-cam, Grand Admiral McIntosh walks to the platform, and mounts it, along with a single marine. The reaminder hold at the steps, and adopt te same posture as their unsuited bretheren, with not a ruslte to betray that the suits hold men, and not machines.
With a flourish, McIntosh turns to the assembled troops.
"Comrades!" His voice echoes through the room. "This fool though to invadeour space, to steal our secrets, to undo everything we all have worked so hard to build! This piece of excrement sought to undo the work of the Revolution!"
With that, McIntosh strode to a lever protruding through a crude slot in the deck. As he reached it, the man on the platform sought to escape, to kick his was free of his bonds, to elude the noose wrapped about his neck...
With a maniacal grin, McIntosh snapped the handle back. With a short, pathetic scream, the man on the noose dropped, and twisted. The knot had been specially cut so that the Jupiter Guilder's neck would not break, instead, he twisted and spun, face turning purple as his desparate search for oxygen became more frantic. Slower and slower he twisted, more and more frantic his quest for air became. With a final twitch, he was gone.
From the massed ranks, applause grew, swelled, and boomed from the walls. The noise was incredible, the hatred on the revolutionaries' faces even more so. Louder still was the cry of McIntosh, just before the camera shut off.
"So die all enemies of the Coalition!"
End Quote: "The Tresspasser, and Justice"
To the JG
Draker was a recent recruit who had only just passed out of probation into the JG, a Zoner faction. Sadly, in his enthusiasm for his new found acceptance he took out a Gunboat without permission and without authority. A junior and inexperienced pilot. He made a now fatal mistake and flew through the SCRA home world.
Needing supplies he stopped at their base and purchased supplies for the GunBoat. The SCRA base staff happily accepting his credits and supplying his needs.
Once undocked the SCRA having happily traded with him and taken his money then confronted and attacked him. The SCRA leadership then having attacked him and failing to destroy him later demanded the Pilot. In trying to avoid an all out war with large loss of life on both sides a decision was taken to hand Draker over to the SCRA.
Draker himself full of concern for the events he himself put in motion volunteered to go as a brave and honourable person who sought to do what is right and make up for his mistakes. He is rightly remembered as some-one with courage, honour and dignity as some-one who lived his life with responsibility for his actions. Who stood honourable and tall as he was stripped of his membership and handed over.
The JG had hoped that by meeting the pilot concerned. The SCRA would see reason. That he would be treated decently and perhaps be incarcerated for a shorter rather than longer period eventually being released after paying a price for his mistake. The price of naivety in not knowing all the Diplomatic Stances of the Zoner JG Guild and failing to be aware of system restrictions.
Much to our horror we see now that the so called glorious SCRA delights in the macabre public execution of junior inexperienced Zoner pilots who accidently blunder into their system.
These self styled revolutionaries are nothing more than mere butchers, sadists and murderers who delight in dealing out death. Deranged, Twisted, bitter and insane. They use their revolutionary zeal as a thin veil for their murderous intentions and untrustworthy character.
All Zoners rightly should be extremely concerned by their naked aggression and thirst for the most vile and foul blood letting in full public display. Such insane individuals clearly are not suitable for the company of civilised people. Only people of the most dubious character would want to have anything to do with animals such as these let alone actively cooperate with them.
What kind of Glorious Revolution are these crazed individuals after?
The Glorious SCRA who kill innocents. Who torture, murder and have No Respect for Life.
Who fire on Zoners openly and do not care.
If they take great joy in killing naive innocent cooperative junior members of Zoner factions then all Zoners should rightly live in fear.
As a Junior Officer I am not authorised to comment specifically and so no further questions will be answered at this time. The JG Counsil are currently in session determining the appropriate timing and nature of response to this extremely provocative act.
This communique is now complete.
At this time we wish to clarify certain matters pertaining to the death of a couragous junior member of the JG.
For those who have not read the original post of his death by the SCRA we reproduce it here in its gory detail. Not a post for those of a weak of stomach.
Quote:
The gunboat pilot hung, held by an intricate web of gravity-projectors, and more mundane chains. A dozen uniformed men gathered around, hands on hips or with arms folded. One smoked a long cigar, and puffed in appreciation of the sign in front of him. After a mere 24 hours, the Jupiter Guild pilot was but inches from death, and had spilled all that he knew in the process. The men gathered around him were members of Marine Intelligence, Coalition Intelligence, the feared Commisariat, and the secretive GRU. All of them had given a shot at the broken body in front of them, but the man who had enjoyed himself the most was three quarters of the way through what he called a 'Cuban'. Grand Admiral James McIntosh had had an excellent time battering the hulk of meat in front of them with both fists and other impliments, causing the most pain for the least lasting damage.
"Well gentlemen... go back to your various sections, and start finalizing those reports. We'll reconvene tommorow after the execution, and see what you think they're really up to. I suspect we all know the answer, but that's the price of running a war. Have a good night."
With a chorus of "Good Night Sir", and "Will do Sir", the men filed though the single door, and out into various portions of the Coalition Intelligence ship. McIntosh and another, smaller man were soon the last ones remaining.
Several hours later, the holo-cams flicker on...
A man, battered and bloody, stands on a crude metal platform, raised above the crowd. In ranks, and perfectly still, hundreds of Coalition Pilots, Soldiers, and Crewmen stand, watching, and waiting. Hammer and Cog emblems, gold on red banners, adorn the walls of the massive room. Not a noise is heard.
From below the camera's view, a rustle spreads through the massed revolutionaries. From the bottom of he frame, a man marched, dressed in midnight black, escorted by a dozen suited marines. Tall, chiseled, and with an intensity of character visible even through the lens of the holo-cam, Grand Admiral McIntosh walks to the platform, and mounts it, along with a single marine. The reaminder hold at the steps, and adopt te same posture as their unsuited bretheren, with not a ruslte to betray that the suits hold men, and not machines.
With a flourish, McIntosh turns to the assembled troops.
"Comrades!" His voice echoes through the room. "This fool though to invadeour space, to steal our secrets, to undo everything we all have worked so hard to build! This piece of excrement sought to undo the work of the Revolution!"
With that, McIntosh strode to a lever protruding through a crude slot in the deck. As he reached it, the man on the platform sought to escape, to kick his was free of his bonds, to elude the noose wrapped about his neck...
With a maniacal grin, McIntosh snapped the handle back. With a short, pathetic scream, the man on the noose dropped, and twisted. The knot had been specially cut so that the Jupiter Guilder's neck would not break, instead, he twisted and spun, face turning purple as his desparate search for oxygen became more frantic. Slower and slower he twisted, more and more frantic his quest for air became. With a final twitch, he was gone.
From the massed ranks, applause grew, swelled, and boomed from the walls. The noise was incredible, the hatred on the revolutionaries' faces even more so. Louder still was the cry of McIntosh, just before the camera shut off.
"So die all enemies of the Coalition!"
End Quote: "The Tresspasser, and Justice"
To the JG
Draker was a recent recruit who had only just passed out of probation into the JG, a Zoner faction. Sadly, in his enthusiasm for his new found acceptance he took out a Gunboat without permission and without authority. A junior and inexperienced pilot. He made a now fatal mistake and flew through the SCRA home world.
Needing supplies he stopped at their base and purchased supplies for the GunBoat. The SCRA base staff happily accepting his credits and supplying his needs.
Once undocked the SCRA having happily traded with him and taken his money then confronted and attacked him. The SCRA leadership then having attacked him and failing to destroy him later demanded the Pilot. In trying to avoid an all out war with large loss of life on both sides a decision was taken to hand Draker over to the SCRA.
Draker himself full of concern for the events he himself put in motion volunteered to go as a brave and honourable person who sought to do what is right and make up for his mistakes. He is rightly remembered as some-one with courage, honour and dignity as some-one who lived his life with responsibility for his actions. Who stood honourable and tall as he was stripped of his membership and handed over.
The JG had hoped that by meeting the pilot concerned. The SCRA would see reason. That he would be treated decently and perhaps be incarcerated for a shorter rather than longer period eventually being released after paying a price for his mistake. The price of naivety in not knowing all the Diplomatic Stances of the Zoner JG Guild and failing to be aware of system restrictions.
Much to our horror we see now that the so called glorious SCRA delights in the macabre public execution of junior inexperienced Zoner pilots who accidently blunder into their system.
These self styled revolutionaries are nothing more than mere butchers, sadists and murderers who delight in dealing out death. Deranged, Twisted, bitter and insane. They use their revolutionary zeal as a thin veil for their murderous intentions and untrustworthy character.
All Zoners rightly should be extremely concerned by their naked aggression and thirst for the most vile and foul blood letting in full public display. Such insane individuals clearly are not suitable for the company of civilised people. Only people of the most dubious character would want to have anything to do with animals such as these let alone actively cooperate with them.
What kind of Glorious Revolution are these crazed individuals after?
The Glorious SCRA who kill innocents. Who torture, murder and have No Respect for Life.
Who fire on Zoners openly and do not care.
If they take great joy in killing naive innocent cooperative junior members of Zoner factions then all Zoners should rightly live in fear.
As a Junior Officer I am not authorised to comment specifically and so no further questions will be answered at this time. The JG Counsil are currently in session determining the appropriate timing and nature of response to this extremely provocative act.
This communique is now complete.