Jupiter Empire
Ganymede
Olympus Headquarters
The news regarding the raid on the Azazel Installation took a good while to reach the hidden Jupiter Empire. Upon learning of such devastating news, the appointed Consul flew into a rage. An emergency strategic meeting was quickly held, and every high-ranking member of the Empire was called upon.
At the meeting, Consul Garland Sigval sat seething at the head of the long strategium table. The man was built like a brick house. Tall, and with a Greek god physique that stretched his expensive black suit. His dark, well-groomed beard framed his strong jawline, matching his lion-like mane and the obsidian gleam of his eyes. The light of the multi-monitor computer before him illuminated his face from below, creating a menacing aura that cowed his colleagues. He exhaled with caged fury. “How…did this madness happen?”
The men at the table shifted uncomfortably, unable to come up with any satisfying answer. Garland to thunder with frustration. “I asked how this happened!? Don’t any of you have any idea?!”
A sound of a hand lightly slapping on the table drew everyone's attention. The source of the noise was a man in a uniform of white and black trim. A fully enclosed helmet with a mirror-like faceplate enveloped his head, concealing his identity. The insignia on his garment indicated a rank of Major. The nameplate on him read Hector Sebal. The man sighed behind his helmet. “Apparently, sir, someone likely got their hand on the intel regarding Azazel and simply raided it.”
Garland slammed his fist down in even more frustration. “The installation was a top-secret of the empire, Major! One cannot simply get their hand on it!”
The Major leaned back on his chair and began pointing at people in the meeting. “Let’s see… You, you, you, you…”
He kept going, identifying each one before stopping at himself. “Last and not least is me. All these people got clearance regarding the location of the Azazel. I say one of us leaked it to people who don’t like us much. If I’m to guess, it was our own people from Outpost 152. We lost contact with that place a few days before Azazel went silent.”
The room erupted into shouting of denial and indignation from the accused. Major Hector rocked back and forth comfortably on his chair and simply let the chaos go on until Consul Garland thundered above everyone. “Silent!”
The shouting stopped, and Garland glanced at everyone. He shifted his attention back to the Major. His hand moved toward the keyboard, calling forth all relevant information onto his many monitors, eyes darting side to side before grunting. “You’re not wrong on your assumption, Major. Everyone you accused holds the potential to be the leaker.”
As the accused erupted once more into denial and pleas of innocence, Garland snapped his fingers, and a squad of armed security guards in black uniforms stepped out from the shadows, surrounding the room. The console gestured for them to take everyone…except Major Hector…
After more pleading and protesting, the accused were taken away to be interrogated. Garland growled more with frustration as he addressed Hector. “You’re very lucky I find you to be the least suspicious of them all, Major, not to mention your highest combat score among all our men. I prefer not to lose you.”
Hector casually saluted back with a total absence of seriousness, and the Consul could only shake his head. “I’m only tolerating your disrespect because of your skill, Hector. Don’t push it. Anyway, we need Azazel back, and I want everyone involved in this mess silenced.”
Hector seemed to look up in contemplation before shaking his head. “I’m not sure that’s possible, sir. It’s been a while since we confirmed the disappearance of the installation. Whoever took it will likely have gotten everything needed to expose us.”
As Garland frowned hard, the Major’s attitude shifted, becoming very, very serious, standing up straight and dusting his uniform. “I suggest you prepare for the incoming mess and get the army on standby. One way or the other, we’re likely going to war.”
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The news regarding the raid on the Azazel Installation was firmly concealed. Only the most loyal of the Empire was informed of the disaster, along with the order to hunt down those involved. It didn’t take long for a few hidden moles at OASIS 3 to relay information regarding the refugees at the colony… Chancellor Jerome had no idea how right he was…
It’s been only a few days since the newtype children and the men of the Jupiter Liberation Front arrived at Oasis 3. It was more than enough for the Chancellor’s men to learn of the madness behind the Jupiter Empire, namely, the mass forced labor across multiple other less fortunate colonies, the Newtype child soldiers, and the scale of the seriousness of the Empire’s rearmament effort in their insane attempt to challenge Earth, Mars, and Venus…
Already, a representative of the influential Zeus Energy Inc. had arrived with a thinly veiled attempt at threatening the Chancellor into falling in line with the Jupiter Empire.
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TLDR: The Jupiter Empire is on the move, and they have found where the people raiding their installation were…
Jupiter Liberation Front: “The Jupiter Empire is a bunch of evil assholes. We got proof.”
Jupiter Empire: “Give them terrorists to us, or we’ll kick your teeth in!”
@shadowsaint007
Ganymede
Olympus Headquarters
The news regarding the raid on the Azazel Installation took a good while to reach the hidden Jupiter Empire. Upon learning of such devastating news, the appointed Consul flew into a rage. An emergency strategic meeting was quickly held, and every high-ranking member of the Empire was called upon.
At the meeting, Consul Garland Sigval sat seething at the head of the long strategium table. The man was built like a brick house. Tall, and with a Greek god physique that stretched his expensive black suit. His dark, well-groomed beard framed his strong jawline, matching his lion-like mane and the obsidian gleam of his eyes. The light of the multi-monitor computer before him illuminated his face from below, creating a menacing aura that cowed his colleagues. He exhaled with caged fury. “How…did this madness happen?”
The men at the table shifted uncomfortably, unable to come up with any satisfying answer. Garland to thunder with frustration. “I asked how this happened!? Don’t any of you have any idea?!”
A sound of a hand lightly slapping on the table drew everyone's attention. The source of the noise was a man in a uniform of white and black trim. A fully enclosed helmet with a mirror-like faceplate enveloped his head, concealing his identity. The insignia on his garment indicated a rank of Major. The nameplate on him read Hector Sebal. The man sighed behind his helmet. “Apparently, sir, someone likely got their hand on the intel regarding Azazel and simply raided it.”
Garland slammed his fist down in even more frustration. “The installation was a top-secret of the empire, Major! One cannot simply get their hand on it!”
The Major leaned back on his chair and began pointing at people in the meeting. “Let’s see… You, you, you, you…”
He kept going, identifying each one before stopping at himself. “Last and not least is me. All these people got clearance regarding the location of the Azazel. I say one of us leaked it to people who don’t like us much. If I’m to guess, it was our own people from Outpost 152. We lost contact with that place a few days before Azazel went silent.”
The room erupted into shouting of denial and indignation from the accused. Major Hector rocked back and forth comfortably on his chair and simply let the chaos go on until Consul Garland thundered above everyone. “Silent!”
The shouting stopped, and Garland glanced at everyone. He shifted his attention back to the Major. His hand moved toward the keyboard, calling forth all relevant information onto his many monitors, eyes darting side to side before grunting. “You’re not wrong on your assumption, Major. Everyone you accused holds the potential to be the leaker.”
As the accused erupted once more into denial and pleas of innocence, Garland snapped his fingers, and a squad of armed security guards in black uniforms stepped out from the shadows, surrounding the room. The console gestured for them to take everyone…except Major Hector…
After more pleading and protesting, the accused were taken away to be interrogated. Garland growled more with frustration as he addressed Hector. “You’re very lucky I find you to be the least suspicious of them all, Major, not to mention your highest combat score among all our men. I prefer not to lose you.”
Hector casually saluted back with a total absence of seriousness, and the Consul could only shake his head. “I’m only tolerating your disrespect because of your skill, Hector. Don’t push it. Anyway, we need Azazel back, and I want everyone involved in this mess silenced.”
Hector seemed to look up in contemplation before shaking his head. “I’m not sure that’s possible, sir. It’s been a while since we confirmed the disappearance of the installation. Whoever took it will likely have gotten everything needed to expose us.”
As Garland frowned hard, the Major’s attitude shifted, becoming very, very serious, standing up straight and dusting his uniform. “I suggest you prepare for the incoming mess and get the army on standby. One way or the other, we’re likely going to war.”
—----
The news regarding the raid on the Azazel Installation was firmly concealed. Only the most loyal of the Empire was informed of the disaster, along with the order to hunt down those involved. It didn’t take long for a few hidden moles at OASIS 3 to relay information regarding the refugees at the colony… Chancellor Jerome had no idea how right he was…
It’s been only a few days since the newtype children and the men of the Jupiter Liberation Front arrived at Oasis 3. It was more than enough for the Chancellor’s men to learn of the madness behind the Jupiter Empire, namely, the mass forced labor across multiple other less fortunate colonies, the Newtype child soldiers, and the scale of the seriousness of the Empire’s rearmament effort in their insane attempt to challenge Earth, Mars, and Venus…
Already, a representative of the influential Zeus Energy Inc. had arrived with a thinly veiled attempt at threatening the Chancellor into falling in line with the Jupiter Empire.
-------
TLDR: The Jupiter Empire is on the move, and they have found where the people raiding their installation were…
Jupiter Liberation Front: “The Jupiter Empire is a bunch of evil assholes. We got proof.”
Jupiter Empire: “Give them terrorists to us, or we’ll kick your teeth in!”
@shadowsaint007