Death...Decay...Corruption...All he could see in the once great house which was his home was these things...War had driven the corporations into a frenzy, each wanting a peice of the profits that it was sure to generate...
He was currently sitting in his Roc, watching and listening to the Comm Chatter within New York, watching as fools sought profits for themselves, not caring about who suffered due to their dealings, unwilling to see what they had wrought upon the workers of the nation who were oppressed by the very corporations they worked for.
Every day the war went on, men on both sides died, died because of these Nation's greed and darker natures overtook them in their search for resources and profit...
Taking a drink of water from a small flask he scoffed, setting his ship alongside a peice of debris that shielded him from scans due to it's radioactive nature, not strong enough to eat away at his hull, but enough to distrupt his energy signiture, his eyes gazing at the lights of transports moving towards and away from Fort Bush, escorted by either the Corporations or Police forces...
"Our leaders have brought this upon themselves...Taking our honour...Our jobs...Our very dignity...Now they shall reap what they sow..." he whispered to himself, his hand reaching towards a trigger that would activate his Super Nova Antimatter Cannon, it would drain most of his power briefly, so he would have to make the shot count.
He took careful aim, mentally compensating for direction and position of the ships beside it's hull, he then very slowly squeezed the trigger, activating the high-powered cannon, a beautiful blue ball of energy headed towards it's target, a Ageria Transport loaded with Gate Parts, the fighters were quick to move away, but that was not the target...Streaking towards the transport as it tried desperately to move out of the way, but even the pilot could tell that it would not make it, his aim was true and his timing just right...It slammed like a battleship into the side of a planet into the Transport whose shields were disabled due to overconfidence that nobody would attack close to Fort Bush, that mistake cost him dearly, it hit close to the engine core, causing a chain reaction that moved up the transport's hull like a wild fire in a forest until it reached the command bridge, it exploded into a firey ball of debris and bodies as the crew and captain who were aboard were sucked into space, dying within miliseconds.
The pilot quickly moved away from the debris he was hiding in and hightailed it away from Fort Bush, a pair of LPI Fighters hot in persuit, he manuvered around debris, trying to make it out to the Junker Base, the LPI stuck close by, dodging debris and firing their weapons fruitlessly, trying to halt the terrorist.
He activated his countermeasures and engaged his Cruise Engines just as he left the field, quickly leaving both pilots in the wake of the attack.
He sighed as he sped towards safety, taking off an oxygen mask that covered most of his face, revealing a brown-haired young man, equally brown eyes gazing out into space, looking for threats or targets of opportunity.
"Justice has been dealt...Let the games begin..." he whispered just as Rochester came into view....He sent in a request to the Dockmaster.
"Rochester, this is Viper-12, reqesting permission to dock."
A moment passed before he received a response.
"Affirmative Viper-12, you are cleared to dock, proceed to Docking bay 1."
With a short nod and a habital tugging on his gloves he manuvered into position, watching as the doors to the bay slowly opened, he manuvered his ship around small peices of scrap and entered the bay, where other small ships were being serviced and the equipment dealer was talking to a Junker, taking off his helmet he leaned back for a moment, taking a breath before shutting down his ship's power systems...
He climbed out of the ship once he opened the hatch, nimbly hitting the ground with practiced ease as he headed towards the Bar, he needed a stiff drink.
As he left the bay Ben Warner took a last look at his ship before heading through the large doors that led deeper into the base...
He casually read a newspaper as it told about recent troubles in Liberty, Corsairs sneaking in, Piracy rampant and the war with Rheinland ongoing, he smirks, perfect atmosphere for the Revolution.
Slowly the people have started to lose faith in their own government, Corporations getting desperate to protect their interests and profit margins, Ben was currently standing on one side of the hanger, LPI ships and Civilian ships comming and going, nobody would expect an attack here, beside Ben was a simple black Suitcase, unassuming and innocent enough, however inside was enough explosives to level the entire hanger, but that was not the target, no, his target was far more valuable.
Folding his newspaper casually and picking up his suitcase as a LPI patrol walked by he started to leave the hanger, blending into a crowd of engineers, Pilots and LPI with practiced ease, when he got outside the sun greeted him, the hustle and bustle of Liberty's center of power filled his eyes and ears, to most it would be awe-inspiring, however to him it was just another sign that Liberty has gotten complacant, weak from old leadership and the demand to maintain the 'Status Quo'.
He tugged on his coat with his unoccpied hand, making the pistol in the inner pockets move slightly but not going off due to the safety being on, he started to move down the streets, ships overhead buzzing close on their way to hangers and landing platforms above, sky-scrapers dominated the area, however there were also warehouses close by, owned by the Liberty Police, used to store Evidence and spare small arms for their ground forces, he had received a tip from a sympathizer that one of these facilities was under light guard due to overconfidence that nobody would dare strike at the heart of their own territory.
That was a big mistake, as he got closer to the site LPI patrols became more common, as an officer passed by he gave a cheerful nod which the officer ignored in favor of continuing his patrol so he could get off faster, undeterred Ben continued onwards until he spotted the target, two guards at the front, one at the side, the building itself was nestled between two sky-scrapers, barely enough room for the side enterance.
As he approached the guards the one on the right, a fresh-faced young blonde haired man gestured for him to stop, he did so without hesitation, knowing the routine, the look on the other guard's face was relaxed and if he had to put a word or two to it "Easy-Going", he was middle-aged, his short black hair having a hint of silver in it, showing experience in his lifetime.
The younger officer started to walk up to him, Ben put the suitcase down casually and reached into his coat to presumably pull his Identification out, the poor man did not know what hit him, just as the Officer got close Ben snapped out his Pistol, switching the safety off as he did so and shot the officer right in the center of his throat, a spray of blood showered the immediate area as Ben snapped his pistol towards the second one who quickly tried to get out his own pistol, only to get shot in the wrist.
Screaming in agony the man went down, clutching his wrist tightly as Ben ran up to him and lashed out with a harsh kick to the side of his head, knocking his hat off and sending him into the side of the building from the force of the blow, sending him into unconciousness.
Ben then replaced his pistol and grabbed his suitcase, walking up to a metal door, he knelt down and plucked from the unconcious officer the Identification Card and slid it into a small machine that was beside the door.
Ben heard the distinct 'clicking' of the locks as they undid themselves and smirked as they opened, he was greeted with the sight of neatly packaged and tagged Artifacts, Blood Diamonds and various other illegal objects and substances, he also saw several metal crates marked "Property of the Liberty Police", he walked to the center of the room and put down the case, opening it he was greeted with the familiar bomb he had been carrying around, It had a small amount of Weapon's Grade Plutonium, just enough to erase this warehouse and cause severe damage to the buildings beside it.
Whistling an odd tune he heard from the 'Historical Records', dubbed "The USSR's National Anthem", he set the timer and calibrated it carefully, when he was finished he stood up and left the building, as he was greeted with the outside once more he noted that the officer he kicked was weakly getting up, he walked up to him, somehow not drawing his attention, tapped his shoulder which made the poor officer look up before he was greeted by a fist to the face, sending him back to the ground into the blissful world of "Unconciousness".
Ben rubbed his hand where he had punched the other man, muttering to himself as he soothed the pains.
"Note to self, aquire a set of Rogue "Brass Knuckles"....
Not long after he got 3 blocks away, a huge explosion was heard, making people look up with fear and suprise, officers on the streets started to run towards the site, meanwhile Ben just continued walking until he had once again blended into the growing crowd...