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-This is Mike Andrews, CRBC news service, we begin with an announcement by the Ministry of Justice:
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Captain Jordy Meller of the 44th carrier task force
Consul Kaze Nelson Reidman Dagon, Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
Failed to partake in the periodic identity and duty check and therefore are considered missing and possibly defected. Moreover, unconfirmed reports from Liberty space indicate, that both have taken new residence in there.
By decision of the council of ministries, as indicated in order 86 of the Colonial military code of unifrom justice, the two said individuals are to be seized and apprehended when encountered by any Colonial Fleet officer in any circumstances. Should any attempt of arrest be resisted forcefully, any Fleet unit is authorized to use lethal force.
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-In related news, for the first time in history, a non-military candidate is considered as a replacement for former Consul Dagon. This developement is widely applauded by various pro-democratic factions within the nation, but the most militant one is yet to take a stance in the matter. With me in studio is secretary Jim Farnsworth/ Mister secretary, a first non-military consul is quite a shocking development. Even I at some point had a position in the Fleet, menial though it might have been. What does the Government hope to achieve by this move?
Well it is quite simply going with the flow on their part. The Colonial nation is no longer composed in vast majority of military personnel. We have factory workers, teachers, clerks... Not just pilots and marines. I'd say that is a sign of stability, since apparently the situation is no longer bad enough as to require every capable person to fight.
-You make it sound as if Civilians and uniformed men and women were two uneven pieces of the society
-Partially true. Because up till now the civilians had little direct representation in the government, did they?
-And what do you think the democratic militants will say to that? After all, purely civilian government employees are what they're fighting for.
-Their silence only proves the point one Colonel made a few weeks ago. The CFF leader is a populist demagogue claiming to be a pro-democratic crusader in order to gather support from the Colonial Civilians. He claims to be fighting an oppressive regime. Yet somehow I fail to see how this "regime" as they dub it is any more oppressive than Bretonia fo example. The president is elected freely and all cabinet ministers as a result are too. The fact, that up till recently all of them had military backgrounds is because everyone else did.
-Thank you mister secretary, we will keep our viewers posted as the story develops, I am Mike Andrews, CRBC News.
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--Location: Stellar Ranger, unknown sector, New York system--
Kaze wakes up at the sound of her C-PDA beeping. Her right arm flung wildly at the source of the annoying sound. She grabs it and thinks twice before sending it against the wall. "Hurgh... This is my last one. I have to get more from T44."
She opens it and check whoever thought it would be funny to wake her up.
Looking at the two new messages header, she got well awake.
She propped herself up and heard the silent breathing of Jordy at her side.
She sat on the edge of the bed, naked, reading both messages.
After she was done, a rage, visibly expressed by a slight twitch on her left eye and a bulging vein on her forehead, welled up inside and manifested it's apex with this.
"FRACK!!!! GODDAMIT!!! YOU FRACKERS!!!"
Followed by a loud crack as the C-PDA was thrown at the wall and shattered in pieces.
Jordy woke up, obviously, and grabbed his custom made short-range Laser Blaster from the side of the bed.
"What, what?" He aimed at the origin of the noise.
Kaze hissed, trying to release the rage..
Jordy rubbed his eyes.. And looked at the scene presenting itself.
His eyebrow raised and not in a good mood he asked:
"What now?"
"The Colonial Republic issued a 86 on us."
"So? That was to be expected." Jordy replied, putting the blaster away.
"Not that only. MercNet has a bounty on us. 6 millions on our heads." She hissed again.
"So? That was also to be expected." Jordy yawned, flexed his arms and laid on the bed, wondering what would be for breakfast.
"Last one was eight millions. It hurts me. Maybe i should step up my game." She stormed out of the bedroom.
Jordy chuckled.
Suddenly, her head popped in the room, through the door.
"Hm, love? What do you want for breakfast?" She asked, visibly relaxed, like nothing ever happened.
"Hm. Good question. Come here, that's a matter for serious discussion." Jordy chuckled as he opened the sheets.
Secretary Politus Aquila. Politus Aquila, Secretary. The Big Dick of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. He put his feet up on his desk and chuckled to himself at his rise from lowly military grunt to diplomat.
He flipped on the vidscreen on the wall, checking the news. He didn't pay attention, but heard "86" and "Kaze Reidman Dagon" somewhere in there and raised an eyebrow. It wasn't an amused eyebrow. It was the kind of raised eyebrow that, when viewed, conveyed a feeling of...
"Oh, crap," he said. His boss, 86'd. This could fall on his head. He frantically shuffled through papers, wondering if they could connect her to him. Then he realized: He had nothing to do with anything, and breathed a sigh of bittersweet relief. He liked Kaze. Boss. She had been his boss since he was recruited into the military all that time ago. When the mysterious ship with the comm-signature "Agmen" teleported them both around the system, and started appearing and disappearing. When he moved into the MoFA from military gruntwork, and engineered the peace in the Omegas.
He shook his head, and stood up, pushing his papers into a multi-pocketed accordion folder, beige-brown. He walked out of the door to his office, and turned to his secretary, Terry. A secretary, with a secretary! "Boss has been 86'd. We've got a new one. Paper-pusher, looks like, just like us. Take the rest of the day off, I've got some things to take care of in my apartment."
The quiet secretary stood up, turned around, and bent over to pack up her things. Politus allowed himself a glance at her rear, then left, shouting over his shoulder, "That goes for the rest of you, too."
He wondered what kind of hell Kaze was in.
"Things will not calm down, Daniel Jackson. They will, in fact, calm up."
Sebastian was awakened by a beeping from his desk. More specifically, from his computer. It had been set on hibernation mode, and would have only activated should a comm come through on the high-security Colonial channels.
He got up, dressed into his flightsuit as was his norm, and sat down at the desk.
As he read it, a feeling of unease came over him. Although he had not encountered Jordy much during his Remnant duties, Kaze had been the one who had trained him in both Nyx and Pytho use. The thought of her going rogue had not been seriously considered, even after his contact within the Liberty Navy Service had reported seeing her engaging LN forces with the aid of D.Jameson, leader of the 101st Razgriz Outcasts faction.
"Whoa. Is this genuine?" he said in disbelief. A quick security encription double-check came up clean, so he had no reason to doubt it.
He glanced at the datapad next to the console, which contained the uplink to his contact in the LNS, and wondered whether or not to send the message to them. He decided to inform them, but to write the message out again, so as to avoid them being able to connect to the CIS messaging network himself.
"Well, I suppose that's the best I can do, unless she comes back to the Taus herself"
Still unsettled by the news, he decided to head out to get a stiff drink.
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