Kalin
Unwanted
NEWSFLASH: ATLANTIS CONSTRUCTS STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN!
Breaking news! The Program of Accelerated Action for Sustainable Space Industrialization has been expertly fulfilled on schedule with the completion of the Atlantis "Axis Mundi" Space Elevator, very much despite the feeble efforts of the so-called Spartan Federation to impede our peaceful progress, true to character, as the mutinous filth this accursed faction ever was is consigned to nothing but ignominious failure! Meanwhile, the miracle of engineering now pierces the Chiron sky like a modern-day
The spire of the structure provides everything from docking terminals and space habitats to research laboratories and monitoring stations. As the brilliant golden age of orbital development begins in full it is expected to serve as the main central hub for assembly and deployment of both power transmitters and defensive platforms, ensuring safety and security as the needs of our citizens are met with utmost industrious dedication to the Mission. Experts already predict an increase of economic output by two hundred per-cent in Atlantis alone, a figure set to mult-
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Lal killed the pompous news-feed, swept back a full glass of fungal gin and looked out the plasmoid ultra-secure window of his presidential residence. A long way from his humble beginnings, his brilliant palace, embedded in lush gardens and blessed with the very finest amenities, was nevertheless little more than a exorbitant tomb, patrolled, as always, by the ever-vigilant Harmonium Guard. He had endured close to a century of reprehensible "cease fire" in this hellish existence, a farce of duplicitous "diplomacy", a play dressed up as some pretentious peace perpetual, as if true stability could ever be achieved without complete consensus, utter obedience to the Mission.
He, alone, was Garland's successor - chosen custodian of the U.N.S. Unity - and it was his obligation, his sworn duty, to reintegrate the mutineers, to help them overcome the flaws in their thinking. If that meant knocking a few heads to get everyone in line, then so be it. He had endured far too long, and now, at long last, Sparta had given him the perfect pretext. Finally, the charade would be dropped.
"Enough play", he muttered and swept back a second glass, curiously meted full, as he opened the secure vid-link. This ends now.
"Brother-Comissioner!" answered Major Howard, head of the newly crated Space Marines. Bionically enhanced, fueled by combat drugs, primed with empathic morale-boosting mantras, psionic wards and equipped with the latest in utterly illegal chemical agents, the new Paladins of Peace had been trained - or perhaps more aptly, produced - at record-haste speed for a grim, deadly purpose. Intended specifically for operations conducted in conjunction with the Elevator, these drop troops constituted a culmination of human ruthlessness. At least they had once been volunteers, Lal reminded himself, and with a mutiny one hundred and twenty-six years into the making some unconventional methods were quite frankly called for to bring the drama to a close.
"Good friend", Lal said calmly, "I take it your men are ready?"
"Fifteen Space Marine chapters await deployment, Brother." Howard replied. "The Spartans have anticipated everything. The entire Federation is on high alert - their navy, having already sunk a number of our outer perimeter scouts, is perfectly poised for interception and anti-submarine warfare. Satellite data and empathic infiltration further indicate significant anti-air installations and near-complete Valkyrie coverage. Dropping within their territory would be difficult, if not impossible. Fungal drop locations are also likely to be subject to xenofaunal ambushes. In addition, Fort Liberty and Parade Ground have been heavily fortified. Continuing the operation would be... If you forgive me for saying so, most unsound."
"Thank you", Lal replied calmly. "Nevertheless, I want you to prepare to launch all pods."
"But Brother-Comissioner-"
"Not to worry", Lal interjected, raising a hand in calming, apologetic motion. "Upon meditating on our predicament, a sudden revelation came to me. In light of this, I have made certain.. Alterations."
Howard blinked, paused for a second as his neural-link received the new instructions, before simply nodding in understanding.
"We will need time to readjust."
"Of course - but the targets are feasible, yes?"
"Yes Brother. Of course. Naturally, there will be fallout. The factions, and the people..."
"...shall all be reminded that their greatest duty is to serve the Mission, and nothing else."
"Comply or die?" Howard asked humorously.
"Crudely put, old friend. But yes. Death is the punishment for mutiny. I don't suppose there is a problem?"
"No, Brother." Howard replied. "Frankly... It was long overdue."
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