[font=Palatino Linotype]Two well dressed politicians were sitting in comfortable chairs in what appeared to be a briefing room, the door guarded by two marines, were discussing something eagerly.
The shorter black haired one talked: "Well look, Alex, it's what needs to be done, I know that. But still. I'd just prefer it if we had just taken the money and skedaddled, and not stuck around for this.
I do like my country, as a matter of fact. Perhaps the way we went about this is wrong."
"What's done is done, too late to turn back no.."The tall man responded in disagreement, only to have his sentence interrupted by a ring on the door.
The door opened to have another man enter. This one was in a Colonial military uniform, with Fleet Admiral rank insignia.
"President Wingates, Prime Minister Lampkin", he nodded towards the two men. "So what's this about, Karl, can't you see we're in an important discussion here? Say what you need to say and leave us to our business, please."
"Oh well, then, I'll get to the point since you've asked so nicely.
President Wingates, Prime Minister Lampkin. On my own conscience, and the desires of the Colonial people whose support I have on this matter, I am hereby relieving you two of your political duties, and placing you under arrest under the charges of collusion with the enemy, grand laundry of credits, and high treason, and declaring martial law, until new elections can be put in place."
"What the hell do you think you're doing!?"- bellowed out the president, standing up in anger.
Fleet Admiral Meek just calmly nodded to the two guards at the door, and the apparent contingent of marines who just entered the room.
The marines grabbed the two men and took them into the brig of the Rubicon Carrier.
The Fleet Admiral then stepped out of the room, heading to Rubicon's bridge, preparing to make a public statement.
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<span style="color:#000000">All morons hate it when you call them a moron.
The Fleet Admiral Paced up and down on the Bridge of the Rubicon, soon he was to make a statement on all known frequencies everyone would hear it. Everyone. He sat down at his desk and began to write. He though of all the things that could sum up what he was feeling.
He had just deposed one of his oldest friends. A man, who had once held his position of Supreme Commander of the Colonial Fleet, often called by outsiders the Colonial Military. They were approaching Minato far too quickly for his liking. He had already had to fire on other colonials. People who had been bribed by the corrupt politicians who were now imprisoned in the brig.
They moored with the base. As he walked on board Several CNS reporters tried to talk to him. They were pushed aside by his Security guards. Infact his most loyal men, the Nyx Pilots who had destroyed other Colonial Vessels to solve the problem that faced them now. As he walked into the ceremonial hall he took out his handwritten Statement.
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