Long Beta Uprising Quest - Legislation the First

>>496437
>[X] TOO BETA TO HAVE A NAME AND BACKGROUND

>>496437
>[X] Adolf Hitler, and Failed Art Student

>>496437
Alice.
We are actually a biological female. Due to our incredibly poor social skills and skeleton-like structure, we became a NEET. Our interests are monstergirls and arachnids, and we have a degree in genetics. :^)

>>496519
>>496437
Ingenious

>>496437
>>496544
Support

>>496544
Supporting.

Kevin
Fat autistic weeaboo virgin with superior intellect who lost his arm due to a hunting accident. Got replaced with a robo arm. Kevin uses his lack of free time and superior intellect to turn the robot arm into a weapon.

>>496544
The vote is locked.

Alice is the protagonist, a geneticist obsessed with spider monstergirls.

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>>496949


Your name is Alice Norton Portent. You were, for most of your life, an asocial pile of bones with black eye circles. Most importantly of all however, you have been mocked, dishonoured and insulted for most of your childhood life.

The key qualifier is “childhood”. Having graduated university with a dual degree in Law and Genetics and even become a Member of Parliament, indeed, with the twin portfolios of being the Minister for Legal Reform and the Minister for Genetic Research, you are at the height of your power and very few are in a position to mock and hurt you.

However, this is not the end of your tale. A woman cannot escape her past just as a clock cannot defy its own clockwork. There is a long continuity between your past and your present. Filled with hatred and anger, the mockery and insults of the past are your raison d’etre as a politician.

Some choose to gun down their tormentors, as so many American school shooters of the 21st century had. Others choose to blow themselves up, covering up their base motives with high-headed religious rhetoric, well-off middle-class Planetarist fools they are. The less violent, for they are only violent to themselves, cut themselves or commit suicide. They have all committed the same mistake; They either did not punish enough people or they did not punish the right people, for their revenge did not target all the sources of their grievances.

A girl is born. Her father is genetically degenerate and her mother was reckless enough to marry such a man. She is raised like any other child. One day, she enters kindergarten. There her hat is stolen by the other children and treated as a toy. On one day, she resists this particularly hard by holding strongly to prevent the other children from seizing her hat. Her grip falters and she falls, the back of her head smashing into the cement, causing profuse bleeding. The Torment of the Hat ends there, but other tortures are ready to replace it.

In her fifth grade, the young girl is proud and ready to learn. However, the teacher criticizes her for being a know-it-all. When the young girl retreats into silence, she is attacked by being called “stupid” by the same teacher. This sick mockery rhymes itself agains in the ninth grade, only this time with a hag instead of a lanklet.

Hurt, insulted, mocked, derided, you manage to limp on to 12th grade without committing suicide. Speaking of suicide, congratulations! You’ve got diagnosed with a Tumblrian host of mental illnesses!

And so you limped onwards to university.

More failure, more mockery, more anger, more rage, condensed into a well of emotional blackness.

It was a long, dark night, but you finally graduated. On the Most Ancient and Noble board /r9k/, you then conspired with other graduates, to infiltrate the Colonial Lagrange 1 Government, from intelligence to the military to the homeless shelters to the libraries and Association of Toilet cleaners.

1/?

>>496949
>Spiders
But I said arachnids

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>>496961
You are different. You intend to end this painful meaningless cycle. Meaningless school shooting outbursts, bombings and scattered rapes cannot end the pain of your brothers and sisters or you. Not even causing nuclear meltdowns like that edgy fool in 20th Lagrange 5 “Acadia” made any difference. The Earth still orbits, as do the colonies.

Rather, the beta uprising must start from the top. It must pour down and torture all of humanity.

The universe must feel terror and pain as you have felt it and in the process of gnashing their teeth, they must learn to not hurt you or your brothers and sisters ever again. 30th Lagrange 1 will burn and the fire must spread. Society must be made a living hell, not in a flash fry, but with a slow cooker.

---

*RING RING RING RING RING*

*RING RING RING RING RING*

*RING RING RING RING RING*

Yet another morning in the life of Alice N. Portent has started.

Rising, you emerge from your sheets. smelling of post-menstrual woman and plenty of Red Bull. You had decided last night to drink it just before bed so that you could start the day earlier.

Time and date: 6:00am 22/8/2106

Today is another Question Time in the Space Colonial Parliament of Lagrange 1. It is also a good day, for today is the day you will bring a bill to the floor, the:

[] [Genetic] COLlection Act (COLA)
[] Terrorism Act COlonies (TACO)
[] [Res(tacy)triction of] Disease In The C(had)olonies Act (DITCH)

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>>496976
COLA

WORLDBUILDING #001

The year is 2106.

Global warming has long since led civilization on Earth onto decline. As the climate gradually became either warmer or more extreme, large swathes of the Earth became increasingly inhospitable. Agriculture near equatorial countries has become near inhospitable. The Netherlands is in extreme debt due to the constant need to repair its dams. A long era of stagnation caused by the erosion of the American prairies has caused American agribusiness to stagnate. America never did decline, rather it stopped growing. In a world where the population continued to grow however, alongside the fact that agriculture did not increase in yield, a long era of harsh stagnation was the inevitable outcome.

Realizing that the pressure on the world was far too great, on 2067, 24th of July, the United Nations convened an emergency meeting.

The great question was how to address the pressures of anthropogenic global warming.

The great answer was one which had laid dormant for almost a century, space colonization.

Thus began the construction of humanity's first space colonies.

>>496976

TACO

>>497090
.

>>496976
>(COLA)

>>496981
>>497131

It is also a good day, for today is the day you will bring a bill to the floor, Collection Act, COLA.

The pretext for introducing act is the recent upsurge in terrorism in the space colonies by Planetarists.

In the great era of turmoil when mass emigration to the space colonies started, entire communities on Earth were torn apart as the youth left behind their old homeland in search of a better life. Sponsored by the United Nations, this migration was of such scale that certain towns became nothing more than retirement villages.

There were some concerned at this state of affairs. One such activist, Barnaby deTerre, started a movement calling for reduced sponsorship of emigration into space by the United Nations. On one unfortunate day, he was assassinated. Some say the killer was a rival leader of a another group of the Anti-Colonization movement. Others say the killer was from one of Earth's old governments who would've benefited from the reduction in population pressure on the natural environment. Needless to say, his followers were not very happy. The Anti-Colonization movement grew and grew, until it became almost a religion.

That was when trouble began, for while the vast majority of Planetarists were peaceful, as with all other religious movements in history, there was a faction of extremists. While the peaceful Planetarists merely protested, the more violent ones shot and bombed space colonists.

Indeed, the most terrible act of Planetarist terrorism occured around 15 years ago.

On 22/8/2096, 2nd Lagrange 4, one of the first O'Neill space colonies sent into space, was tragically destroyed as its main support column was bombed and its emergency systems disabled en masse through sabotage. The escape facilities could not function.

As a result, the colony collapsed on its own wait. The interior broke apart, the air being sucked out of the colony. 135,483 people died in the attack.

Just as those of the mid-20th century fear communism and those of the early 21st century had feared Islamism, the great boogeyman of the era today was Planetarism.

In a era of such timidity and fear, the people will always ask those in authority to restrict their own freedoms. Humanity has always been a species of stupid sheep.

It is the greatest pretext to start gathering biometric and genetic data for your great scheme.

---

Your breakfast finished, you venture out of your apartment, down into your condominium's garage through the magnetic elevator.

You make your way to your car. Pulling out your key, you start the small vehicle.

On the touch screen, you press on the button to drive you to Colonial Parliament.

---

Your electric car halts almost without you noticing it. Blocking the road to Parliament is a group of white-hooded protestors waving signs with such slogans as:

"THOU SHALT NOT POLLUTE THE STARS" and

"The highest heavens belong to the LORD, but the earth he has given to mankind."

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>>497153

It seems like your car won't move until the mob is gone.

[] "Tcchhh... Planetarists!"
[] Walk around them and set your car to drive home by itself.

>>497156
Tcchhh Planetarists!

WORLDBUILDING #002

THE ECONOMICS OF COLONIZATION

Before and during the Lagrangian Migrations, as the era of space colonisation is known, there had always been one pressing question, namely, how the colonies would fund themselves.

In the dire atmosphere of visible, obvious and ubiquitous climate change, this question was mostly left to the side as greater questions of humanity’s survival were at hand. The great solution to funding space colonisation by many of Earth’s governments was simply to take out as many loans as possible, quantitatively ease as much as possible, sell assets as much as possible and for the less scrupulous governments, seize as much private property as possible.

However, as this age of desperation-at-the-last-minute began to draw to a close and it became certain that humanity had granted itself a stay from Mother Nature’s execution, that same dreadful question “How would the colonies fund themselves” emerged from the stagnant puddle of 22nd century policy-making, revealing its belly like a dead frog (of which very few species remain extant in the wild).

Humanity’s focus, changed from ensuring survival to searching for success, changed with it some of Earth’s nations’ attitudes to the colonies. What were essentially back-ups of their nations were to become cows to milked for profit.
Given the proximity of Lagrange 4 and Lagrange 5 to asteroids and their spatial stability, the colonies established there had the easiest time fitting into the new order of the ages. New mining enterprises emerged and from that, the wealth of stars was extracted. Unfortunately, most of the companies in these mining operations were owned by capitalists still bound to Earth. That is not to say that the colonies were exploited dry. Rather the majority of the profits were sent back to Earth, which was now only home to 4 billion people or a minority of the human race. Thus, from what should’ve emerged from the fruit of the stars a utopia of the future only was born a caricature of early 21st century America, yet another mediocre society riddled with depression and alcoholism.

1/?

>>500205
Colonies of the Lagrangian point 1, being situated far away from the mining asteroids, had no natural resources of their own. However, human beings, from the Stone Age to the 22nd Century, had always exhibited the tendency to be resourceful. Thus the people of Lagrange 1 made best of what they had most, sunlight. With nothing more than solar energy, the natural conclusion was that Lagrange 1 was destined to become the workshop of the stars. The new heart of heavy industry, Lagrange 1 built the tools to build a greater future. Its exports could’ve dominated the colonies, but for one obstacle, namely the tendency of sponsor nations to restrict the trade of their colonies. The most common pattern of this protectionism was the sponsor nations prohibiting their colonies from directly trading with anyone else, including other colonies forcing them to trade only through their sponsors. As a response to this, smuggling emerged and has become a lucrative business. That in turn, has created an underworld for anti-Earth revolutionaries to thrive in. Mixed with resentment towards development-impairing trade barriers designed to create an artificial balance of trade against the colonies and the pirates that always accompany smuggling, the loyalty of Lagrange 1 is near the same level as Lagrange 2.

On the far side of Earth, Lagrange 2, the economy thrives on lunar mining. However, for the hapless denizens of Lagrange 2, the massive mining and transport operations bring no benefit. The hell of poverty and hunger has flown up from the Earth and found its home in Lagrange 2. Being so profitable, its trade barriers tend to be particularly strict. Cursed with the lucrativeness of Lagrange 4 and 5 and the mercantilism of Lagrange 2, Lagrange 2 is a living hell. From such an inferno, whispers of revolution and secession find a home. Whatever wrong a Lagrange 2 Patriot might commit, it all links back to the living hell of their home.

Lagrange 3, your homeland, on the other hand, has immeasurable fortune. With the same manufacturing economy as Lagrange 1, it is a place in which humanity's future will be built. However, unlike the other four Lagrangian points, it is far, far away from the sponsor nations of Earth, being on the opposite side of the Sun. As a result, Langrange 3 is practically autonomous. Without the ability for trade restrictions to be enforced, Chinese colonies trade with Indian ones freely. On the far frontier, too expensive for capitalists to transport its finished goods, yet close enough to L4 and L5 to import raw materials, Lagrange 3 is probably the best place to live for an average colonists. Massive profit from the construction of a new society allows constant research and development to take place. Without such a tight leash on their colonies, the sponsor nations cannot tyrannise the people of L3 as they might do with L2. From this, a new political strata has emerged, vibrant, full of talent and looking onwards for a new future.

>>497156
Walk around them.

>>497153
>>500210
Yeah Ill go with this instead

>>500210
>>500241

Vote is locked

I'll write later. For the time, good night.

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>>500241
>>500210
You really don't have time for these cultists. They can go heckle you later.

You exit your car and make your way onto the lawn to get onto parliament. It is a gruesome 200m, but it will have to do.

---

The Speaker is a buxom blonde with blue eyes. She probably has slept with all the members of parliament.

The niceties are soon done.

---

"Alice Portent Norton" Damn. She gets your name wrong, but you're busy to correct her.

You speak. "Madam, I move for leave to introduce a bill, the Genetic Collection Act."

"The question, that leave be granted to introduce a bill. Those in favour aye, those against may so no."

A disinterested collective aye from the fat old men and backbenchers lets you get the chance to speak.

And so your read the contents of your private member bill, the Genetic Collection of 2106.

---

A chill soon settles on Parliament, as the opposition members begin to realize that it had called for some rather draconian measures, such as checkpoints to take DNA samples.

An opposition backbencher rises.

A normal looking man, he speaks plainly. Boy, you'd love his genes so that you could grow them into a pet huntsman and do whatever you could with them:

"Excuse me Ms Portent", thankfully he got your name right, "but how on Earth are these harsh measures meant to secure the liberties of the citizens?"

[] "That's the the joke, we're not on Earth anymore."
[] "It's a special freedom, not dying in the vacuum of space when a Planetarist blows apart the structures of the colony."
[] "Well, I suppose that given the Planetarists hate us for our freedoms, they will stop hating us once we lose them as well."

>>501980
>"It's a special freedom, not dying in the vacuum of space when a Planetarist blows apart the structures of the colony."

>>501980
>>502090
Supporting

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>>502090
>>502523

You choose sarcasm as your retort.

"It's a special freedom, not dying in the vacuum of space when a Planetarist blows apart the structures of the colony." Your voice is bitter with a certain content, not unparliamentary, but certainly not nice either.

Merill Shepherdson, the MP who challenged you, simply drops his jaw at your deadpan response.

"What are you are trying to say? Are you saying the civil liberties, what few of them we have left before we turn into a cesspit like Lagrange 2, are so worthless to you to warrant a joke?" High minded principles. Freedom and liberty. Synonyms, they still nonetheless sounded nice with each other. However, they reminded high-minded principles and besides, as the Minister for Genetic Research, you no doubt would benefit, so his spiel meant naught to you.

"I don't think a skeleton would care about whether or not they are free. And speaking of which, Mr Shepherdson, your little speech has no charisma to it. First of all, you are a backbencher. Secondly, your talk about freedom is quite meaningless when you take into account that, your Party, Liberty for Lagrange, have been standing still like subdued cuckolds in response to the recent flurry of raids on Lagrange 2."

On your side of the floor, an uproar of laughter burst out, mocking the other side almost into silence.

"Order!"

The bitchy speaker finally shut it down. However, no one could avoid the voting.

---

Just barely enough managed to vote for your bill. Satisfied, your day at parliament begins to draw to an end.

---

And so, the members of the Parliament of Lagrange 1 start making their way home.

You make your way into the car park. Just as you finished pulling out your phone, a most dismaying sound started blaring, startling everyone around you and yourself.

The howl-like "WAAAAAAAAUUUU" shook you. It was the colony evacuation alarm. Millions of lives were at stake, including your own, if they did not move quickly.

[] "I guess I have no choice but to evacuate."
[] Write-in

>>502693
>[X] "I guess I have no choice but to evacuate."

>>502693
>>502896
+2

>>502896
>>503830
In this world, heroes existed. The happy conclusion to their chivalry and honour was quite often death through plasma wound to the heart.

Screw, this, you're not a heroine. You are a politician, more specifically, a member of Parliament representing 30th Lagrange 1 itself. Now that the damn capital colony of Lagrange 1, the one you're in right now, is in an existential crisis, you may very lose your seat. Firstly, politicians are mercenary scumsuckers, worst than prostitutes in their lack of loyalty. Secondly, when you have nothing to be loyal to, your loyalty tends to go away. You'd had thought of supporting the evacuation, but in all honesty, that is a moralfag's pipe dream.

Your car arrives. Perhaps in the automatism of the moment, you had called it without paying attention to your fingers and how they touched the smarthphone. Screw it.

Others can scram on feet to the evacuation pods, but you're going on car.

---

The colony evacuation alarm still blaring, you get out of your car. Poor thing served you well, glancing at it with a hint of regret, you rush your way to the nearest escape facility.

---

After making through the several airtight doors, you finally find yourself seated.

...Christ... Crying babies, terrified women and a grown man pissing himself in the corner.

It was merely a colony evacuation. Either you have nerves of steel, or everyone is a coward.

It also seems you have the misfortune of being seated next to the buxom blond Speaker you had to tolerate earlier. She's shivering, a forced smile plastered onto her face.

You don't have time for all this panic. Get on a pod, get rescued by Colonial Navy, get home back old Lagrange 3, settle down for a bit, then get in contact with the rest of the Lagrange 1 reps who survived...

Actually, you really didn't know where to go from here. 30th Lagrange 1 was extremely important for your aspirations of seizing power. Now that it's gone, you're in a whole load of trouble. May they'll relocate the parliament to somewhere else, but it's a still a headache to you.

What to do, what to do?

[] Stay inside of the escape pod
[] Wander back out.

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>>504522
Stay in the Pod, but request for footage of the outside. Stay by the books, or we'll just end up a True R9K NEET. Practically now a social class since the Great uprising of 27. Where at facet 16. Ivan Ivanovich, the Son of Ivan Ivanov, lead a revolt in Eastern Europe and took over the Balkans, Estonia, Finland, and Itallia.

>>504565
Clarify yourself.

>>504522
Stay inside the pod.

>>504590
Stay inside

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>>504654
>>504611

You thought very strongly about going outside.

That thought was rubbish. You are not a heroine. You are a politician seizing power. Going outside is utter stupidity and belonged in the likes of 21st century anime. The colony is probably collapsing and no-one can do anything to stop it.

A large cracking sound startles you and everyone in the pod.

Yup, it's the sound of the pod getting ejected.

It's a real damn shame the whole escape pod has no window to peek through. It would be picturesque, seeing the whole of 30th Lagrange 1 crumbling down.

You wander to the monitor, part of a system meant for communication with other ships. Unfortunately, it doesn't seem to be working. A nerdy-looking scrawny guy is working at its console to try and fix it, evidently, but until then, nobody in the pod is gonna know what's happening outside.

In the 21st century anime, said scrawny kid probably would've found a giant robot in the colony to fight whatever was attacking the colony with. Unfortunately for you, this wasn't 21st century anime.

...for the most part anyways.

Just as the nerd fixes it, the pod's main camera becomes functional and speaking of the devil, you see space fighters going at it.

The scrawny nerd's eyes are fixed to the screen.

"Do you know something about it?" You ask him.

"Yeah, three of them are F-32 Space..."

...ancient spacecraft used only by backwards nations trying to get cheap access to space warfare. Nothing more than United States Air Force F-32s fitted with space equipment. This meant that it quite possibly could've been terrorists, very likely the same ones who just attacked the colony.

"And one's something that's based off the X-52 that the Coalition used in the Pockmark War."

Said Coalition consisted of China, the United States, Russia, the Commonwealth (essentially a revived British Empire) and France. The Pockmark War was a series of skirmishes fought between them and the Sons of Liberty colonial independence insurgency fought in Lagrange 2 around five years ago, ending with the Coalition's victory.

"It looks like an X-52, but it's not."

You stare at the screen.

Indeed, the craft was managing to fight off the three F-32Ss at the same time. It was no ordinary spacecraft. More agile than fast than a normal X-52, bit by bit, the super-X-52 reduced each F-32Ss into mere space dust.

[] "Could you get in contact with the X-52, I 'd like to thank them."
[] "None of my business."

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>>504789
>[]"Could you get in contact with the X-52 class units. And send them my appreciation in securing 30th Lagrange 1 from combat advances made towards us."

>>505405
Second

>>505405
Third

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“Excuse me Mr Technician, but could you please get in contact with the special X-52’s pilot?”

The technician glances at you for one bit, with that hesitation that was characteristic of everyone else on the escape pod. Everyone’s nerves were on edge. Obviously, it had something to do with the evacuation, but with timid people like these being the ones you represented, it was no wonder why colonial politics had a certain whiff of insincerity to it. The weak lied to survive, after all.

“Okay.” He manoeuvres his fingers on the keyboard, promptly replacing the camera display with a face-to-face channel with a messy-haired young man, evidently the pilot of the special X-52.

You feel a bit astounded at such a young man being the fighter’s pilot, but you suppose a pilot is a pilot and congratulations are still in order.

“Hello there. On behalf of the people of 30th Lagrange 1 and especially this escape pod, we’d like to thank you for clearing those terrorists.”

The young man sheepishly grins, “You’re welcome. They were Planetarists and they had to go anyways. My name is Curt Brabant. What’s your’s?” The young man, despite being the hero of your day, seems thankful to you. Typically, people feel thankful to heroes not the other way around.

“I am Alice Norton Portent. It’s a pleasure to meet our saviour.”

As if someone had just spat on him, Curt’s smile disappeared, being replaced with a savage scowl.

Oh dear.

“Your name is Alice Norton Portent, am I correct?”

You stare with a politician’s deadpan back at the monitor.

“Yes, I am Alice Norton Portent, Member of Parliament for 30th Lagrange 1 in the Lagrange 1 parliament, Minister for Legal Reform and Genetic Research.”

“Tell me, why does the Colonial Development Party hate the colonies so much?” He was referring to the party you were registered in.

He continued; “Why did it acquiesce to the quartering of troops in the colonies of Lagrange 2? Why did it remain silent to the massacre on 13th Lagrange 2 a year ago and the restriction civil liberties that enabled it? Why did it obstruct even Liberty for Lagrange’s proposal, the 2102 Bern Tariff Reduction Round? Why does it treat its own constituency as second class citizens, like the Earthbound filth do? Answer me!”

[] Remain silent.

[] Toe the party line about the need for moderation, lawfulness and civility in politics.

[] Criticize him, discussing the real nature of politics.

[] Write-in

>>507908
[x] Criticize him, discussing the real nature of politics.

show this flippy nigga whats up

>>507908
OP my boy, you still kickin'?

>>508238
Seconding.

>>508238
Third.
Hero's are idiots to the politic of the real world, and so act above or against it.

>>508238
>>508618
>>508718

The poor boy is being a bit dramatic. Fortunately, you didn't break down in panic. Even as his harsh words scrape at you, you remain still...

...Because such idealistic idiocy is worth staring at contempt at.

"Why did we let them quarter troops in Lagrange 2? Why did we we remain silent to the 13th Lagrange 2 Massacre? Why did we do nothing to stop the restriction of civil liberties? Why did we not approve of the 2102 Proposal? Why do treat our own people like second class citizens? The answer is simple. Because it is a reality that even we politicians have to face."

You take a breather, just to calm yourself.

"If you were more perceptive, you also would've noticed that there are many distinct Colonial Development Parties. We share the same name, we share the same super-structure. But ultimately, it is loosely organised. What the CDP of Lagrange 1 might approve of, the CDP of Lagrange 5 might disapprove of. What seems terrible to Lagrange 2, might in fact be beneficial to Lagrange 4. What happens in other divisions of the CDP is far beyond my mere control. You've also got to consider, I haven't been in long enough to affect a change in policy."

He retorts harshly.

"That doesn't matter! What matters is why your party as a whole holds such timid ideals! You negotiate, acquiesce, convene, concede and submit. None of the CDP ever fights."

"On the contrary, negotiation, acquiescence, convening, concession and submission are our weapon. In your struggle, you have only managed to harass and irritate. We have managed to eek what concession and rights we could out of the sponsor powers. You are knights fighting for an imaginary maiden. We are politicians negotiating for a future where there is none."

He yells in frustration at your ability to manipulate words and throw them back at him.

"Arrrrgghhhh! If you can be so low, what do you even believe in? You snake, you lowly piece of scum, how can you sell out and still claim to represent the colonies?"

He isn't making much sense. His incoherence is becoming more intense by the second.

"I sell out, because it serves me. I joined the CDP, because it served me. I write bills because it serves me. That I happen to extract what concessions I can is secondary. What matters most is my life, because without it, none of what little change in affair in the colonies is possible. You can sacrifice yourself for whatever noble ideas you want. But ideals are my work. I will never get tired of them, because it is my salary. The moment you run of willpower, you will leave them, like a dabbler."

"Why you!"

Oh dear. It seemed he fired a missile.

Well, death and equal are pretty much the same. Still, 'twas a shame that Beta Uprising would never come to be.

The hissing of the missile's electromagnetic signals is cut short as a stream of plasma eats it. You were premature in expecting death.

You open your eyes. The special X-52 is nowhere to be seen.

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>>508935
2/2

Rather, the bow of a frigate is emerging from the side of the screen.

The camera display is replaced with a communications one. An officer salutes you.

"Greetings. I am Ensign Karl Manner of the HMCSS Astra. Are you alright."

"I guess so."

"Unfortunately, the person who fired those missiles has escaped us. But let's get straight to the point. It seems 30 Langrange 1 has collapsed."

"That much is obvious."

"So, according to our orders, we are to tow you to the nearest safe place where we can get sorted out. That will be 31 Lagrange 1. So, just on your end, could you tell the other evacuees about that?"

"Alright."

"Oh, one more thing. My name is Karl Manner. Yours was?"

[] "Alice Norton Porton."

[] "Sorry, I'd rather not give my name for the time being.."

[] Tell Mr Technician to shut down the communications channel.

>>508952
[X] "Alice Norton Porton."

>>508952
>[x] "Sorry, I'd rather not give my name for the time being.."

Our identity really hasn't been doing us any favors lately.

>>508952
"Hello Karl, I'm Alice."
Then cut the feed.

We're a politician, lie by omission.