For a brief moment, the screen stays black, and white letters slowly scroll, eventually coming to a stop, the message reads "Anarchism does not mean bloodshed; it does not mean robbery, arson, etc. These monstrosities are, on the contrary, the characteristic features of capitalism. Anarchism means peace and tranquility to all."
The screen then fades to a pure white room. It cannot be distinguished to a certain location, one could not make an even close guess to where this room might be. However, before the viewers get a chance to look at the room, the camera moves towards a black leather chair, a man sitting there.
He spoke slowly, his voice smooth, calm, collected and with a hint of confidence. His Bretonian accent was evident as soon as he spoke.
"Greetings, Bretonian Citizens, Bretonian Military and Police, to the Pirates within Bretonian Space, and most of all, to my fellow Gaians."
He put his fingers together, in a sort of tent, placing his elbows on the side of the chair and spreading his fingers somewhat as he looked straight into the camera. If one looked closely, they could tell his eyes were in fact, green. He spoke again, in the same way as before.
"I come to you today as someone who was once a Bretonian Citizen, as someone with logical concerns for the glorious house. But, also as someone who.. strangely enough, is labeled as a Terrorist. I am part of the Gaians, an organization dedicated to protecting nature."
He leaned back, putting his arms on the arms of the chair, looking towards the camera still as the mask gave off a sort of unsettling feeling.
"I am the one you shall simply know as "T", my true name will be left unsaid. I am a man with a voice louder than those who cannot be heard, and today I shall tell you a little bit about the Bretonian Government..."
He paused for a moment, shifting move his leg upwards, placing his heel on his knee.
"The first subject is a complaint I hear about rather often. The Tau War.. I see nothing but bloodshed, needless bloodshed here. I have researched this highly, and I am highly aware of who started this war. We already have bigger threats on our hands, yet our so called Queen insists upon a war with Kusari."
"There has not been diplomacy attempted, as far as I am aware, and trust me.. I am well aware of many things. In few open space Diplomacy attempts, the Kusari forces were suddenly assaulted by Mollies! The Armed Forces, of course, fleeing away while the Mollies continued to attack and eventually destroy, or cripple any Kusari forces. It is also a well-known fact that the Mollies and Armed Forces work together as well."
"This has happened multiple times, and even once, during a planet-side diplomacy, the Kusari were bombed by Mollies. This has led me to believe that the Armed Forces not only work to assassinate and disrupt any form of Diplomacy, but also -wish- for war."
"Another thing I have encountered is secretive dealings between Outcasts and Armed Forces. Does that not explain the little to no piracy within Bretonia? The bloody clashes between Armed Forces and Corsairs? It explains it all. They make deals with the Outcasts to raid Kusari space, and to not raid Bretonian space."
"The third subject I would like to bring up is involving the Gaians. Who are so colorfully labeled as "Terrorists". We are not Terrorists, we are those who care about nature to the point we could sacrifice our life for it. The treatment you give to planets, to Gaia, only proves my point. It is no better than bombarding a planet with Battleships."
"Terra-forming is a cruel way of killing a planet. A slow, painful death. Do you not see what you're doing? Have you not seen planets such as Leeds? That destruction was going to happen, even before it was attacked by Kusari forces! You, the Citizens, are forced to live in these environments, to breath that air."
"You may think it is 'fine' for now, but what in twenty years? Thirty? Forty? Sixty? What about the years when your children have grand-children? Will the air be breathable for them? Or will it simply kill them slowly, driving them to an early grave? These are the things that will happen if terra-forming is allowed to continue."
"I am well aware that as population rises, we are forced to colonize new planets. However, the Zoners have developed a brilliant new way of continued survival. They have built mobile planets, ships with bio-domes. Have you not thought of this? Have you not thought to take someone else's ideas? These are the things you should be doing! What your Government should be doing!"
He would stand up, his fists closed as he raised them to the air somewhat.
"Rise up, citizens of Bretonia! Rise up to meet your Government! Only you can save your nation, your planets and the future! One voice is weak alone, but combined with other voices, it is more powerful than any amount of weapons! Any amount of Battleships and fleets! Only you have the power."
He took off his hat, his slick, raven black hair slightly shining in the pearly white room.
"With that, I bit you adieu."
He would toss his hat at the camera, the hat catching directly on it, making it pitch black as more words stopped in the middle of the screen, another message coming up.
"The great are great only because we are on our knees. Let us rise!"
Then, it faded as the transmission ended.
(( OORP: Anyone may respond to this in RP. However, do be aware that in character, you can't actually trace where the transmission from T come from. ))
Transmission to: <strike>Leeds</strike> Seto, Edinburgh, New London
Comm ID: Desert.Snow
Location: <strike>Stokes Smelter, Leeds</strike> Daisin Station, Seto
Hahaha! It is truly wonderful to see yet another Bretonian fulfilling his moral responsibility by turning against the tyrannical, warmongering Carinian regime! It is always reassuring to see that my former countrymen have awakened from their slumber.
You are absolutely correct in you assertions that the Mollies have prostrated themselves like pathetic dogs at the Queen's disgusting feet. Once a proud people, they have lost their sense of purpose and independence. They have been enslaved by the false promises and lies spread by the Bretonian government, and have even gone so far as to work for the BAF criminals in joint operations against the Gaians and the Great Emperor of Kusari. And the Mollies will tell you that they only do so to in order to work towards their independence. Lies! The Mollies have declared a truce with their oppressors and have bowed down to the Queen and her lackeys. Have you seen any conflict between any Armed Forces and Molly pilots since the liberation of Northern Seto? Of course not. The Bretonians have given them nothing, but in their foolishness the Mollies have given them everything.
As for the Outcasts... nobody should be surprised that such a vile group has allied itself to the vilest government in Sirius.
The Gaians see the light; you see the damage and destruction caused by your government and realize that Gaia, and indeed, all of what is known as "Bretonia" deserves better. You have seen our commitment to the preservation of nature with our unceasing attack against the criminals attempting to colonize Planet Harris, and we are grateful for the assistance you have offered in our glorious and noble struggle thus far. The servants of the Emperor stand beside you in your quest for justice and for the elimination of the Planetform eco-terrorists and their Bretonian government enablers.
"Always during my damn programs." He mumbled sitting up, watching intently.
"It seems these people have nothing better to do than come out of their holes and..." He trailed off. "Right, best wait and see what the Admiral wants."
Location Unknown, The Leviathan.
"Oi!" Thomas said mumbling after he took a sip of rum. "The bloody 'ell is this junk on the tele! Charles! Change the bloody channel!" Charles did as requested, though it was on every channel. He looked over at Thomas and shrugged. "CAP'N!" Thomas shouted loudly, even though he couldn't be heard.
He grumbled and got out of the chair he was sitting in and started to hunt down Captain Morgan. "Cap'n!" He shouted during the halls. "Bloody 'ell Cap'n! Some idiotic lad is on the tele! Broadcastin' about somethin' about a corrupt government! CAP'N!" A few Buccaneers moved out of Thomas's way as he drunkly made his way down the halls.
[color=#FFFFFF]-- Transmission Source: Planet New Berlin -- Dispatcher ID: Molly Republic Consul Colin Breen -- Subject: Conspira-what? -- Encryption:Open
Colin, a worn lad of about 19 in face and about 50 in eyes, appears on screen, the grey sky, falling snow, and misty air of the Rheinland capitol visible all around him. Snow-covered skyscrapers can be seen past the landin pad he's standing on. There's tracks in the snow, but no one else is visible, save the side of a figure who quickly moves off screen. He's wearing a parka that is usually associated with the IMG, and has a ratty looking Chullo on his head. He's mumbling about something, breath visible in the air.
He then glances up and begins to speak intelligibly.
"Foony lettle transmission ye just set, Mister T. Yer conspiracy theories are pretty cute there, I think though they're somewhat inacyerrate." He smiled a bit. "But, if'n ye haven't noticed, we Mollies ain't exactly won our freedom yet. An' if I recall, that's what we've been spillin' our blood fer these past years, ain't it?" This eyes flick to something offscreen for a second, but then return to the camera. "So, why're we fightin' the squinties off, ye wonder? An' why do we do it with the BAF?" He smiles a little bit. "Well, it's really simple, mate. If'n the squinties end up beatin' Bretonia, ye think they'll settle fer givin' us independence?"
He shook his head emphatically. "Naw, we all know where golds sells fer the higest prices - Kusari, mate. An' they need it oop there, they need it real bad. Ye think they'll just let us Mollies sit aroond in Dublin, drinkin' beer an' whiskey after they take the rest o' old Breton'ya? No, they'll take the system by force and destroy us in a fell swoop." He punched one gloved hand into the other, sending a few flakes flying. "The chance fer that much gould wouldnae be ignored, as I'm sure ye can see. We keep our independence by fightin' against the squinties, as I see it. We at least have a chances with the Baffies there."
He smiles a bit slyly. "It's not that we've lost our way, Mister T, it's that we've just began to fight a bit more cannily. Not that we hae any great love fer thoose Baffies, I'll have ye know. But there's a greater enemy to us than they."
He turns away from the camera again, seemingly a bit rushed by something. "But, doon't ye worry yer little head there, Mister T. We'll be gettin' our freedom soon enough, mate, ye can bet yer pretty hat there on it." He smiles broadly. "But, fer now, toodleoo, Mister T."
The camera tilts and falls into the snow after a brief tussle with Colin's glove, revealing his muddy boots.
The picture flashes to black after a moment of the camera sinking into the snow.
>>>SECURITY CAMERA ACCESSED<<<
>>>SHIP: FREELANCE FREIGHTER QUEEN OF THE NORTH<<<
>>>DESTINATION: OMEGA-49<<<
Captain: Tobias _Storm
First Officer: Samantha Carter
Tobias, a 19 year old with strawberry blonde hair and hazel eyes, watched the Gaian say his speech. His crew watched with him. Tobias shook his head and told Carter "Cut the feed." As she cut the feed, Tobias said " Crazy Gaian." The entire crew laughed as they made the jump to Omega-49. As they exited, Tobias said "I wonder if we could ask Jeremy or Zack..." AI Construct 2901874389, or Max, appeared as a fourteen year old with blonde hair. "Gaian nutcase scrambled the transmission. I doubt with Izzy, Valentine, me, AND Blaze we could trace it." Tobias said "So much for that." Carter said :He just gives out pain." "Pain fades, but being a nutcase seems to stick around. Guess who got the better deal" The crew could not keep the mirth in. All the way to Gran Canaria they laughed. Including Max.
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