Broadcast to Sirius

[Erasmas]

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[color=#999999]The screen shows the image of a woman with hispanic features, a stern look on her face; the camera is catching her in front of a metallic wall, suggesting that the video comes from a ship or station. The woman finishes loading a handgun, the looks into the camera.

Greetings, citizens of Sirius. It's Cerberus speaking to you; some of you already know us, some others know of us only what it has been told them; many more are still oblivious to our presence. To all of you, I say: Cerberus is your friend. We are here to protect you, all of you. We are here to defend all Humanity from the menaces that threaten it.
Many of you may be asking, what menaces? Sadly, there are far more dangers out there, in the cold reaches of space, than your governments would want you to be aware of. Deadly, cunning aliens, for whom humanity is merely an obstacle to remove. Or, sometimes, a tool for their schemes.

[color=#999999]The image blurs a bit as the camera quickly turns to point at the opposite side of the room. a group of soldiers is forming what seems to be an execution platoon; in front of them, thirty men are lined up along the wall, muzzled, blindfolded and tied with steel restraints. Many of the captives are wearing rheinland military uniforms, while the rest seem to be composed of civilians of various origins. The woman that was previously speaking enters again in sight of the camera, and makes a gesture to the soldiers. Two of them leave the platoon and quickly pick up one of the captives with rheinland uniform, dragging him by the arms and making him kneel down in front of the woman. The captive looks up to her, and as she points her gun to his head, his eyes shine with a purple light.
The woman fires.

Look, good citizens. Look closely and recognize what threatens your lives, your families, your homes, and all your future.

The camera zooms on what remains of the captive's head; amidst the blood splattered hair and the greyish chunks of brain tissue, a dark purple liquid is slowly leaking. The woman wears a protective glove on her left hand and digs into the open skull, pulling out what looks like a purple jellyfish, its tentacles still faintly withering. She holds the thing high in front of the camera.

Slomon K'hara. That's how they call themselves. We better know them as Nomads. Yes, those same Nomads that brought our entire civilization on the brink of self destruction only a few years ago. Your governments, the ones that you elected in order to protect you, would want you to believe that the danger is gone. It is not. The Nomads are still out there, lurking, possessing innocent humans to infiltrate our societies, to instill fear and suspect, and once again, to make human kill human.
Cerberus will not allow it. HUMANITY FIRST!

The woman fires at the jelly thing; one second later, the plotoon fires on the rest of the captives.

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