[font=Times New Roman]A man was standing in the hall on Minato Harbor. His name was James Scythe, a junior officer in the Colonial army and was about to make what he knew was a one way trip. He was contemplating his decision for one last time, although he already made up his mind about what he'd do.
[color=#000000]"Oy Jimmy, don't bleedin' stand there, didn't you say I had to prepare the dock for you?"
James almost got a heart-attack when he heard the man's voice.
"Aye, I'm going, I'm going. Geesh, as if you have that many birds to take care of right now..."muttered James, then went to his Charon. After making sure that the man left, he placed a small flashing cube inside his ship's cargo bay and set the timer on the cube to 24:00. The cube would activate exactly 24 hours after he activated it, sending a transmission usind standard Colonial encryption. It read:
[font=agency fb][color=orange]"Dear ex-colleagues. Well, to those who care anyway.
Yes, I'm saying ex-colleagues because I'm leaving the Republic... Hopefully just for the time being. I'm sure you've heard about a man called Richard Lampkin and his agenda. Well, in short, he first got me thinking and his agenda persuaded me to join him.
Now, I know most of you will think of that as a treason. Not me though. Please understand I'm doing this because I care for the Republic. I care about its ways, its people, its organisation even. I'm doing this because I love the Republic. I'm doing this because I think certain people have been mistreated. Pushed aside even. And for what? For gain of the few... For their power, I really don't know how to picture this differently.
It is with these reasons I'm ending this transmission. They're short and not many, I know, and I'm sure some questions will be asked... But those amongst you who know me know I'm not a man of many words.
So. I'll see you in space. Hopefully in better, fairer times, should our agenda succeed.
Good bye."
[font=Times New Roman][color=#FFFFFF]Then he launched the Charon from the Harbor, taking his beloved bird a bit further into the mineral field next to it then he'd have to, so that the Cube wouldn't be found prematurely. When he though he was far enough from any station in Tau-44, he released the cube from hhis ship. Then he set his coordinates to Coronado.
[font=Times New Roman]Scythe log #1: Contemplation.
[color=#FFFFFF]Ah. Military Republic, Military Dictatorships, Military... Bollocks. Whilst a republic striving to survive in such a hostile environment as the Taus certainly are, it does indeed need military personnel. Personnel, equipment, organization. But this organization should at all times act as an auxiliary to a civilian society, serve the people, not vice versa. And this certainly isn't what's happening in the Republic in the blessed Upper Taus.
We've all heard the excuses about the protection of civilians being the priority and thus Military Dictatorship being the best way to go... Blah blah. Why then is the government so darn exclusive? Why doesn't half the population vote because of mandatory military service rendering them without rights? Why then must we allow the military to hold all the power and in essence be the government? Why then does everything smell of stagnation and stale beer? Everyone and their mother seem to think this war and, by extension, this regime, is just temporary. Well, I've heard those kind of excuses... People will say it's temporary long enough for it to be considered permanent. And then we'll be stuck with a militaristic, stagnating, non-flowing dictatorship for obviously more time than I'm willing to accept.
So why the seemingly radical act of treason, You ask, You, the voice in my head? Why, I'll tell you, this isn't an act of treason as far as I can deduct from my logic. Treason would be siding with the enemy, acting against my beloved Republic. Yes, I still hold the Republic dear, just not its corrupt and traitorous leadership. And therein lies the problem. How can someone like me make a difference there? How can I stand against an entire machine trained in murder? Well, now I don't need to.
Having suppressed these thoughts for some time so I could function properly, doing my job, I've heard about a man, nay, a visionary. His name is Richard Lampkin. He had a similar idea, although his is admittedly better rhetoricized... Is that even a word? Well, it is now. Anyway, the best part is, he's not alone in standing against the regime. He's established an organization in Coronado, so I heard... So that's where I'm going. That's where the heart is. That's where the means are. And hopefully, should he accept me, that's where the new home is as well.
And as I float towards Coronado I can't help but think about the consequences of my actions. Some of the guys I'll undoubtedly be in huge conflict with from now on, were quite good friends of mine... But what's done is done and we're in a war anyway. A war for lives and a war for minds. People die for agendas much more stupid than this one. This thing is one of the few things that are worth fighting for. So no. I won't waver for a second. New day, here I come.
