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RP: 188604 Economic Collapse Pt.2

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Osman City, S6 Headquarters
1641 hours

An angry crowd many times bigger than the one that had earlier surrounded the large bank of the Frontier Service Corporation now had surrounded the primary headquarters of Section 6. With the bank now physically destroyed by the mob one would have expected the city to have been fill with rioting and looting, of which these crimes were occurring at a surprisingly slow rate, one the Buttonless Brigade of the USO had currently contained.

The structure this crowd had surrounded was much more fortified than the bank and as a previously military installation was heavily defended with a razor wire crowned, double fenced perimeter nearly 1500' by 1500' in size with around 200 security personnel dressed in Revenant powered armor backed up by a handful of APCs and 50 tankette drones around the perimeter of the small neighborhood within the fences.

The 800' tall communication tower reached up from the center of the warehouse facilities into the sky where two Indigo-class cruisers hung menacingly. The crowd pressed in on the chain link fences undaunted by superior forces, meanwhile escalation was building as civilian owned Impulse PAs started to appear within the crowd. The crowd had quickly become armed in the last couple of hours and tensions were rising beyond control.

Within the building it was becoming clear that before long either S6 or Sky Guard would have to pacify this crowd with violence, but with the eye of the media broadcasting live to their stations the potential of causing a civil uprising across the entire city was at an all time high. The message from the crowd had been clear, they wanted 'the people responsible', in this case the IIS liasons in the S6 building. The writing on picket signs had been graphic as to what many intended to do with them.
 
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Brinjor Kimya, a fatherly middle-aged local who was the de-facto IIS 'boss' at Section 6 gazed in abject horror from inside one of the many buildings to the external camera feeds on the big screens.

The fifty or so IIS civilians - scientists and researchers - sat in a tight circle, the total silence over them permeated only by the occasional sob of dispair. He couldn't comprehend this, any of it. Only in the last few months the company had donated millions of tons of food aid to these people and now those same people bayed and screamed for their blood.

His knuckles whitened, face blank where he sat, the hackles on his back rising. The others were coping on him to hold together but all he could think of was his family and those of his colleages waiting at home.

His eyes seemed to flash with horror. His family lived in the city, like several others here. An image of them hanging, bleeding from ropes struck his mind, their lynchers shouting the name "Frontier Service" as they did. My god.

It seemed so recent where he had sat outside this very building sharing drinks with some of those rioters. He cursed aloud, bellowing all manner of profanity, several of the women bursting into tears.

This wasn't their fault. The damn government should have checked that the order they were offered wouldn't break the entire shitting nation - like every other country in existence did. Now FSC had set the dogs on them and they were at the mercy of Section 6's graces to last the night. FSC were meant to keep the economy running and had failed spectacularly and now he might die for Candon's arrogance and ineptitude.

He didn't know what to do, Iemochi Chiyo herself had told him to hold tight and for now he trusted their allies of the six. They'd worked together for months after all, lived together. If anything else happened.. He couldn't even imagine, they were helpless.
 
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The crowd had been seen coming and the troops massed around the perimeter with air assets in the air overhead. Jack stood on the catwalk that ran along the inside of the wall. He did not wear any protective gear other than a Revenant undersuit. He wore a black leather jacket, boots, black shirt, and jeans. His pistols were his only weapons which hung low on his hips.

"Trooper Casdan, status report." He barked to the trooper that walked with him as he made his way around the wall towards the front of the neighborhood.

"Estimate is currently at almost two hundred, small arms and PA present. They are quite pissed." Casdan answered, the full Revenant clad trooper only a pace and a half behind.
 
Howard Station, Sector 1, Central thoroughfare
1655 hours

A hovervan of modest appearance sailed as quickly as possible through the cold, thin air as it moved double-time to reinforce a squad that had been pinned down by one of the small yet extremely dangerous groups of employees that resented FSCorp along with the USO entirely. Calling for a revolution, the militant party wore either their company issued Impulse PAs or powered suits and carried graviton projectors, which easily doubled as weapons. The Defense Service had even seen a few defectors.

"I love you too, 'Sumi. Stay safe, I'll see you soon," Candon said as he ended the transmission to his lover. He began rechecking all of his equipment again. The still new powered suit stood within the load bearing apparatus that had yet to hit the market. Graviton projectors on the wrists and shoulder would support the cannon he held, the masterpiece GSR he'd built with every recoil arresting feature he could either buy or make.

"Hostiles on the right!" The heavy set man in the driver seat called back as he spotted the armed group trading fire with the team they were backing up

"We'll do a drive-by," the gray-haired woman wearing silver colored FDS patches on her suit and exo-frame ordered forward as she donned her helmet and pumped the shotgun in her hands, "open the door."
At her command the door slid open and the two Impulse clad soldiers opened fire in unison with her own booming weapon as several unarmored assailants fell slain.

The floating vehicle coasted to a stop with the two armored soldiers taking the lead, their large rifle styled graviton projectors thumped away at the other impulses while their lighter companions flanked. In moments the group was pacified permanently, if only that could be so easy everywhere else.

Candon approached the team that had been pinned down moments earlier. "Get that comms station back up ASAP," He ordered, "we need some backup in here."



Osman City, S6 Headquarters
1641 hours

Vier's tankette drones watched from a distance, hovering for the best vantage point to observe. Random gunfire cracked into the air as several found it a good idea to shoot the sky.

A faint signal began trickling through the tower as radio transmission reached the surface through only the equipment powerful enough to recieve it, equipment S6 had.

"This is FSC to anyone that can hear," the shaky voice of a young man called, "we have armed, hostile civilians attacking our defense force. Is anyone there?"
 
Howard Station
Sector 1
Penthouses

For the most part, Jax's area of the neighborhood had remained relatively untouched. He'd ordered his employees to take the yacht out of the hangar and hide, just in case. However, after the first half-assed attempt to bust into his apartment, the rioters figured it best to leave him alone for the moment.

You see, when they'd forced their way into the apartment, they didn't anticipate a Minkan war-vet with a rocket launcher, screaming maniacal things like: "BRING IT ON, ASSHOLES!" and "I'VE FACED FUCKING KUVEXIANS! Y'ALL AIN'T SHIT!" and other various insults involving the attackers' mothers.

Snarling under his breath, Jax mixed himself a strong drink and sat in a leather chair facing the door from the other end of the room. Glass in one hand, RPG in the other and a pistol on the table beside him, he sat in silence, listening for the ding of the elevator that would signify another assault. Just beyond the door was a rather hellish scene. Several scorch marks from aether fire marked the walls, as well as the gory remnants of the first dipshit that had decided to breach and taken an anti-tank rocket straight to the chest. There was even a random, human arm laying about, which may or may not have been from one of his friends.

Scattered about the hall were several improvised explosives made from Lorath anti-tank ammunition. One wrong step, and you would end up as a bunch of red paste scattered on the walls.

Jax had come to this far-flung corner of the galaxy to get away from his troubles! He was having absolutely NONE of their bullshit!
 
Above Osman City, Queen's Slave,

Uso and Jack were already in the middle of something when the report came in.

The Queen's slave had dropped Jack off a few minutes ago, and was now circling far overhead as Uso kept an eye on the situation.

"Jack," Uso said, opening a direct line with him, "Have the hammer continue with its operation. We should be able to handle the ground-stuff without it."
 
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Howard Station, Sector 1
1720 hours

The communication systems started coming online one by one as the specialist hacked through the butchery of the sectors long range comms relay. A separate operator hailed the planet below, but to no effect. Candon was one step further, telepathically accessing Osman City's media sources. It filled him with rage.

The anarchy in the streets, wanton acts of violence, all of it was disgraceful yet not unexpected. Candon had long known of this possibility when the Banking Service was proposed. He never suspected that it would be a branch of the USO that would serve as a catalyst, yet life had been full of surprises this past year.

Mentally he began cataloging a list of entities he needed to target for the contingency of an economic collapse. His GSR thundered once, ending the charge of a lone gunman and reducing him to into paste without missing a beat. Twice more into an Impulse wearer with similar intentions and his plan was formed.

"Mrs. Burrell, I want this relay station secure while our technicians at the center make repairs," Candon ordered as his digital mind ordered the preparation for two Starbyte shuttles to the surface, "and send word to Uso and Jack that I'm headed to the S6 Headquarters as soon as connection can be made."

As he reentered the hovervan alone he directed the driver toward the appropriate hangar, receiving an encrypted communique from nearby SAINT assets and telepathically replying, hoping the transmission wouldn't take long send as he made traveled towards the waiting shuttles.

Still multitasking mentally he accessed his communicator to make housing arrangements for roughly 50 people while arranging additional supplies and personnel for transporting people in danger of being killed. All the while he and the driver sat in an awkward silence.

In the central office for FSC Suika Melchior was hard at work sifting through the information relayed from Candon Suites to locate the most potential ringleaders for the violent mob. Disconnecting her bangle from the computer station she normally worked from Suika brushed fingers through her short, blue hair and picked up her purse.
"Javier, dear," she electronically messaged over a special, encrypted channel, "we have work to do. Pick me up."



Osman City, S6 Headquarters
1740 hours

The crowds continued their vile shouting, pushing and yanking at the fences while armored citizens began to assemble into groups. Debris littered the perimeter of the fence as people hurled any item they could towards the defending soldiers, deafening them with taunts and cussing.

As the two Starbyte shuttles and five fighter escort appeared on the horizon a mix of less angry murmurs were washed away by the brief cracking of only a few small caliber rifles pointed their direction.

"Jack, I know you can hear me," Candon radioed, "if you don't want to talk just listen. These people want to kill your ISS guests. Miss Melchior had been sending me some really disturbing news about the people instigating this mob and the violence on Howard Station. They're more influential than you'd think. I have an idea to defuse this a bit, I need to land... do you copy?"
 
Warehouse

One of the spare S6 radios was draped over the edge of the bench Brinjor and the petrified huddle of civilians were nearby. The device been fairly silent up till now, the amazing discipline of S6 meaning that everyone seemed to know how to act with very little direction.

As Candon's voice crackled through the comms every single head in that room turned to listen. Brinjor, breaking that fatherly image he held, thumped his hand so hard on the table it rattled in its fixtures.

Pushing up and striding over to the radio, he scooped it up from where it precariously dangled from the edge and thumbed the button. "Jack? Jack, this is Kimya. Why is the asshole who raised this militia and broadcast us as the enemy coming here?!"

A few nods of approval sent his way confirmed he spoke for them almost all, a couple frowned at his profanity but he could be forgiven as he was in mortal peril. They'd all seen the transmission that man had sent earlier - up till then everyone had just been confused but as soon as he forced the people to vent their anger, to these trembling civilians, this had all happened.
 
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The Throne of Brass

With Linelayer Hammerhead still away trying to strike new deals in the eastern sectors, that left Steelrender Lycosidae the only person who could effectively operate the network of 150 deathcrawlers and 800 industrial junkers present. Rioters seemed meek about stealing from a facility that was giving them free electricity and food at first, but the small squat tankoid knew it wouldn't take much for a 'doomsday hoarding' mentality to kick in...

It would take too long to re-equip the entire security force with fast drying plastic rounds, so half were immediately deployed with incendiary and chaff for the sake of intimidation. From their vantage point up on high, she could see the little toy tanks all rolling out of their alcoves like clockwork, and forming concentric rings around the flat green overgrown courtyards.

Inside of the garden domes as well as on top of them, the smaller industrials clambered up and crossed into monitoring points, both ready to observe the progress of attackers or put out the inevitable fires. Wasn't even dusk, but the sky was getting dim from the looming ash clouds of blazes within the town proper.

First priority was to protect their workers... but it was going to take a long time to verify all of those faces. Too many of them were insisting on bringing these dumb 'family' type groups with them, as well.

"Get between the crown and altar!" A booming voice echoed from a thousand simultaneous speakers, on each and every junker present. "You're staying outside until we can deal with this!"

Lyco didn't know where Uso was, but until they heard outside word from whatever the hell was going on...

Yeah. Securing a fortress is just what they did, and they were just going to do that.
 
Jack looked over the mob, a few objects thrown his way as he did so while Casdan had spoke.

"Call in some of the U-1s to stand behind the line in mech mode.", He said turning to her before broadcasting over the squad radio channel, "Do not fire upon anyone, or I will have who does so detained. These people are our job. To protect, help, and give a better life. Lately we have failed in that mission. But that does not mean we will stop trying and killing them is far from doing so. So stand tall my brothers in arms, find courage, steel yourselves, and hold the line. If you are shot at take cover. If any of those in the crowd using PA get over the wall, then capture and subdue. BUT DO NOT KILL, OR FIRE UPON ANY CIVILIANS. Our two main objectives are to keep the civilians alive and back, and to make sure the IIS personnel are kept safe and unharmed till they can be evaced. These orders are final and absolute."

The radio crackled with Candon's message shortly after his short speech followed by Brinjor's anger.

"Brinjor I didn't call them, but I do want an explanation. Please stay off the open channels, as it will only enrage any civilians listening. I give you my word that we are doing everything to keep the area secure. Your people are safe, let me handle things.", Jack answered before directly speaking to Candon's, "Oh I'm listening Candon, as I have been since the broadcast. You can land, but here at the entrance checkpoint. With security present and an air escort. We are definitely going to talk, and Uso is not happy." Jack said before ending the transmission. He then sent a waypoint via Geist and signaled two U-1s to escort the incoming shuttle to said waypoint.

"Casdan, grab a squad and head to the waypoint. I want security there Incase he's armed. I don't doubt he wants to talk, but I don't want to take chances. One sound of gunfire and this powder keg goes off. Order five U-1s to stand guard at the facility." Jack ordered pointing at the trooper.
 
Candon closed his eyes and shook his head. Proud and cocky to the end, it would be the death of Jack, no doubt. “Copy that, pop smoke where you want us.”



Osman City, S6 Headquarters
1745 hours

The two shuttles touched down at the designated area facing each other to create something of a barrier between the crowd and opening side doors. In total there were only three crew per shuttle with only one of them wearing body armor. Candon stepped off the shuttle without his sniper rifle, leaving the portable cannon stowed in the shuttle he'd arrived in.

He dared not remove his helmet this close to the violent crowd as he looked about for Jack
 
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Jack came down the ramp near the checkpoint, taking a couple pain pills as he did so. The last ones he had taken this morning had worn off making it hard to stay focused.

"I would think they would have taught you guys tact. Now we have a mob, who knows how many civilian casualties, and problem that has made everything FUBAR. So tell me you have some great solution, aren't you the man with all the plans. All my personnel have either evaced to Hammer and Anvil, or have gone to the facility which is guarded and on lock down. We're holding the mob back, but this is one wrong move from a blood bath. And I don't want to witness another one today. Now let's talk and fix this. I have a son to save and a bastard to kill." Jack said holding back his anger.

He stood five paces away with a squad of five standing spread out with a U-1 in mech mode standing nearby as the ones ordered flew overhead to join the line.
 
“Fair enough, every second counts so I'll get right to it,” Candon began, removing his helmet as he saw Jack didn't need one, “The mob doesn't have a real objective besides getting at those IIS employees. They want ‘justice’ but they seem to have no idea what that is, based in the interviews those reporters are doing. There are at least three primary instigators arranging this mess, I have someone working on that now. So… I say we give them a show. I'll bring the employees to the station and give them secure housing in a sector that has only just opened up. I'm sure they'll need some convincing but by the time that's done my associates should be ready to distract the instigators… stop looking at me like that.”
 
The planet was in a state of mild chaos and, by now, it had gotten back to Akemi. Ever the multi-tasker, Akemi was beginning the much anticipated KOgama album debut during Holiday celebrations on Yamatai when, out of nowhere came the alert in his mind's eye that USO was in trouble, which meant Uso was in trouble, which meant UsO (Undeterred sin Office, something Akemi was thinking he would tell Uso about after this whole trouble was behind her) was also in trouble!!

There was a soft hum as the c5d began to warm since their last use. They hung in space in what looked like a ring from some angles around the planet of 188604. It had taken some time from when the alert first came in until everyone and everything was assembled. From the several Akemi's restaurant locations, surplus supplies were handled by locals while girls and grillers worked over-time to serve the patrons coming in. They had a few specials, the ArcTart -a seven-layer cake with special cream, peaches, and apples-, the Aardvark Burger -name says it all-, and the blue shark butt shart. All they were accepting from here on out was the much-appreciated Acmark.

Several thousand packages were being hand-delivered throughout the riot zones, but the majority of them were being taken up into the air and were floating down to the rioters to be caught or to fall gently to the ground near them.

The care packages included:
Calm
First-Aid Kit
Chrome Egg
Sunglasses
Cleansing Ointment
Tempri-Sama Blankets
Kaserine

After the C5d had warmed, Akemi's beautiful face filled the volumetric displays for all to see above the planet!
 
Fortified Warehouse

Brinjor Kimya set the radio down on the table as far above them the face of Akemi hit the monitors. He'd actually eaten in Akemi's only a few days ago and he hadn't caught on the fact Akemi owned more than one restaurant.

"That's one amazing publicity stunt for that burger joint, why didn't we do that with our food aid?" He chuckled a little despite the situation. "I mean, it might have been the biggest foodfight in the world but damn that's some top-notch PR."

He of course remembered that it all had all been grounded for FSC's decontamination procedures up till now but it was hopefully enough to lighten the mood.
 
"How exactly are your people handling the instigators? And after your show is done, what will you do with the IIS personnel? Reluctant is an understatement.", Jack thought for a moment before giving a short sigh, "Fine, but we'll go see them. But, under guard and unarmed. Last thing we need is for them to see you unwatched and armed making them panic. I call Brinjor and let him know we're coming."

"Casdan! Gather the squad and have a U5 with extra seats brought around." Jack barked to the officer.
 
"Jack, Jack. You're thinking like a soldier again. All action, no tact. What kind of show will it be if a bunch of black and red fighters fly out with the IIS employees?" Candon counseled, "this isn't the time for a display of unity. There needs to be an obvious separation of entities. You don't know it but this is by design."
 
YSS Unknown Skies
Approaching planet 188-604

Scout ships assigned to collect strategic intelligence usually had some sort of armor component attached, just in case some spook nearby got in over their head and needed extract. Things like that happened from time to time and, while mildly entertaining events for the Tokutenku aboard (glory stories made fresh ninety-niners absolutely gooey, if the operators were to be believed) they were the opposite of what an intelligence ship's crew were trained to do. All of this was about secrecy! SAINT's commandos could appreciate that, doubtlessly, but not to the extent that career starship operators did.

Taisa Tsukemono Heiwa, this Yui 7-class's captain, had been on such a ship for her entire life and had never seen — nor even heard of — a quick react sortie this FUMTU. Not even the YSS Destiny operation back in '28 was as much of a travesty. At least it'd succeeded! Regime change was all well and good, but seriously. If she got to meet this Candon Suites, Tsukē fully intended to teach him a thing or two about discretion.

"Ops, report," her inherently lazy sounding Kōriyama-ben shot, sharply interrupting the silent, SPINE-enabled hard work they'd all been coordinating. Of course, she already knew what the situation was because of it, but there was nothing wrong with a quick verbal report every once in a while.

"Suites-heisho's report has been confirmed," the Neko girl at operations said back, her straight mauve bangs splitting when she turned to address Tsukē. "Massive civil unrest in Osman City. Usotza seems to be having a bad time overall right now."

"Don't call it that, Ginka," the Captain ordered.

"Ragna-world?"

"Just USO," Heiwa-taisa reminded her. They'd clearly been through this before. "Her name fits the place, anyway. Garbage."

"Reports of his role in the insurrection on OOOOOSOOOOHHH appear to be greatly exaggerated, Taisa," Ginka continued, both internally and externally undeterred. "He seems to have everything under control. Honestly, this sensor resolution's great. I wonder if anyone's noticed us yet. Probably not, and I'll tell you, it'd be great to have this all the time. Wouldn't even need opera—"

"Taii, this is the bridge," Tsukē said, already onto the next order of business. Right behind stealth, all of this was about efficiency. "You're green for your operation. I've got a nice, quiet path into orbit that'll take us about 20 minutes to navigate. Civilian extract only. Suites ain't no traitor. My girls can handle an armor deployment if he needs support — or if we've got to give him an ST extraction — but don't make them because that's your damn job."

"You got it, kumi-cho," the Taii's distinctly male and Nepleslian voice called back over wireless. "Already weapons free. Too bad the locals are only worth half here."

The captain sighed. It was all bad. On top of everything else she had to send his team in. Of course waiting for an AEGIS to respond to a situation out this far was not realistic. But the Unknown Skies was out this far in the first place and should have been assigned a AEGIS from the get-go. The Taii wouldn't kill anyone that didn't need to be killed, or anything, but Taisa Tsukemono Heiwa's eyes dulled every time she was reminded that someone so grossly flippant was the only man aboard. She felt the anger flash in her cheeks just thinking about it.

"Uh, Taisa, you okay?" Ginka inquired, not having turned back to her station since being cut off mid-sentence. She watched the Captain's crossed legs twitch around as the frustration at their special operations contingent stewed in her blushing head. "I know you were just talking to Chevalier-taii and everything, but that's a little too much squirming..."
 
Fort Glephnir

The base was a flurry of activity as Cyrus ran through the tunnels of the Fortress. As he passed a soldier he stopped him. "Corporal!?! What the hell is going on?" He asked.

"Uh... sir... there are rioters in the city sir," The soldier said, clearly a bit overwhelmed with what was going on, doing his best to try and carry an armfull of amunition up to the launch area where the transports were.

"Gods damn it..." He muttered to himself and continued running up to the command tower. What the hell happened...

As soon as he reached CIC, strode up to the tatcical map. The room was even worse than the rest of the base was. "I want a sitrep and I want it now!" He boomed over the cacohpony of voices.

"Key areas are already up on monitor," Helen said,

The woman looked sharp in her freshly pressed uniform. Her blue eyes and glowing datapad making the colors on her metal pins really stand out. The colors contrasting quite completely with the muted tones of Vier who was standing right near by. While Vier remained quiet, Helen continued positioning herself for a promotion.

"We have a garbled transmission coming in from Howard station, as well as a riot forming in the city which seems to have been spurred on by the drop in value of the ArcMark. The worst of it seems to be centered around the S-6 Heardquarters." She explained.

It wasn't hard to tell where the images of the activity on the ground was coming from either. Vier had Cupcake drones in the air... and quite a lot of them. A veritable fleet consisting of some armed drones, and many of the unarmed transport variety were hiding high above the city but otherwise not taking action.

"Shit..." he cursed under his breath. "Any issues on base or near our satalite recruitment centers?"

"Our facilities seem to be fine sir. We have no problems on base, and the rioting has not escalated to violence planetside yet. However we have been unable to reach anyone on Howard Station." Helen added.

He pulled a cigar from his pocket and lit it, before crossing his arms. "In any event, begin immediate evacuations of our recruitment centers." He ordered. "And get me a link to Uso, ASAP." He added

"We will need to divert some of our shuttles to do so. They are currently being readied for troop deployment and..."

-Fzt- The main display screen switched over to an image of Uso as Vier connected them,

"Hey Cyrus, What's up?!" Uso asked.

"Oh nothing, smoking a cigar and watching the clouds go by, how bout you?" He asked, his face barely hiding the annoyance. "Oh while I have you here, the hell is going on in the city. The fucks up with the riots!?"

"Money stuff. Feels like a play by the FSC... internal drama and stuff... We need to recapitalize fast... and deal with the NMX that are blundering about... and the riots... B7R is basically fucked right now since FSC is building all of their infrastructure.... uh.... PsychoPomp tried to kill Jack and his crew...."

Uso tapped her fingers a bit,

"I think PP has a base on the planet but we can't deal with that until we are ready... and uh... I think that is about it... OH! We're gonna be blowing up a planet soon."

Uso was about to turn the conversation back over to Cyrus when she realized she probably needed to clarify,

"Not this planet, a different planet. Going to scoop out the best bits and sell them on Nepleslia."

Cyrus cursed once more. "Well, things are pretty damn bad. Fine. We can deploy for the riots or you can deploy us to B7R, but we'll need to be paid." He said, already calling up his Company Commanders in his mind.

"You take credit?" Uso asked, "You know I'm good for it."

The merc sighed. "Fine, but double the usual rate." He replied.

"One point five, and only because you're cute." Uso said.

He rolled his eye. "Deal. I'm deploying units to hold back the protesters and the rest if my forces will gear up for a planetary assualt" he replied, already barking orders off screen.

"Cool, Just help keep the peace. If you've got anyone spare, then keep them in reserve. I want to have a little something extra ready in case things go bad...

btw, what's Werner up to right now? Could use a ship."

"I'll give him a call and see. I'm deploying Fjórir and Fimm companies are deploying now. Briði company is preping for launch. Keeping Fyrst and Annarr are on standby." He reported to Uso.

Uso nodded, "See you out there!"
 
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Jack didn't like that last sentence, "Oh, so civilian casualties was by design. That's absolutely fantastic, what's next on this amazing plan, roving death squads? Now weren't you the one who told me, "I do what I do for the people", because that isn't very much how it currently sees. I have too many massacres in person as it is, and I am sure as hell not willing to let another one happen. I may have come here as a foreigner, but these are my people now, my home. You claim we are taking steps forward, while it looks as if we are taking leaps backwards. So explain, because you as always, know more than you ever share with everyone else."

The U5 pulled up as requested behind them, waiting.
 
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