#marietusatfacetoid

[marietusatfacetroid]

*A small group of Federation ships touch down on Drelion, barely enough to carry thirty people, but the people who step out are all heavily armed and armored. They don't seem rushed, but one unarmed person steps out, a tall phrygisian quickly surrounded by his guards. He walks up to the Pirate outpost, his face seeming fatigued as he speaks to one of the Pirate guards. The other Federation troops seem relaxed, but hold their rifles down in front of them.*

Phrygisian: Senator Pollux, acting Chairman of the Federation. Who runs this?

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*Held up within a furniture warehouse, a Kriken sits comfortably on a recliner alongside dozens of other citizens, considering the hostility that the roads provide. She looks over toward the doors, however, when a few Federation members walk in. They briefly look around, spotting her and going silent. She gets up and walks over to them*

Kriken: I presume you wanted me? Guard: Yes, we need to move while the storm's letting up.

*She wraps herself in a thick cloak and they walk outside, although the kriken stops when she notices the giant flagship hanging above the city*

Kriken: Wait, what's with the-

*One of the guards grabs her and pulls her along toward an armored car*

[marietusatfacetroid]

I think she's stuck in the blizzard. Ground transport's all but gone now. Maybe another city could deal with this, but Daibon's never had a blizzard before.

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*From behind the dumpster, a single, bloody hand reaches out, then promptly falls to the ground. A moment later, a decently sized pile of snow falls from the roof above them, hitting the single hand and burying it.

Corell walks back into Ceil's room after looking out the window in the hallway. He goes over to the unconscious chairman, looking down at him*

If you're semi conscious or have some control over this, please, stop this weather. You're only hurting yourself.

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*He laughs slightly, although this soon turns into a genuine, insulting laugh*

You think we don't know? Every day, your government is watching us, reading what we write, hearing what we say. You want to keep us in your pocket, put crap in the air that gives us 'allergies' so we have to take medication all the time. The thing is, though, knowledge is impossible to hide forever. We were going to find out about it eventually. We deserve to know the kinds of atrocities you're doing to us, the kinds of things...

[marietusatfacetroid]

You think she'd tell me that? I don't even know her given name. She could be jovian for all I know. Or he. How does that even work? You seem interested in the aspects of everyone's lives, so you tell me.

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*Hesitantly, Daioro steps out from behind the dumpster, though he keeps his hands in the pockets of his sweatshirt as the snow continues falling*

Arrest me, or kill me if you want. It won't change the fact that we did what was right. The people deserved to know that information, and there's nothing you can do about that now. We're not afraid of you anymore.

*The other three continue cowering behind the dumpster*

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*As the three other groups easily get swarmed by hunters, they stop fighting back, merely resigning themselves to their failure. However, in the last group, Daioro carries with him a signal jamming device, which he activates. His group takes shelter behind a dumpster, and they wait in the dark. Meanwhile, Lantea wakes up, although she feels behind her to make sure that the money is still there where she had left it, and she smiles very faintly. She looks up at the driver, whose eyes shift over to her image in the mirror for a moment*

Lantea: Where are we? Driver: About 50 miles west.

*She looks out the window, noticing a striking lack of scenery. Daibon, although it might be a large city, ends rather abruptly, instead shifting to nothing but trees*

Lantea: So many things I'd rather look at. Driver: Doesn't get much better. From here to where we're going is all just trees. Lantea: Well, I didn't pay for the view anyway.

*She looks back at her bag, then opens a side pocket, finding there to be a small piece of paper in it. She unfolds it, but the only thing on it is a crude drawing of a female phrygisian and the words "I know you said you wouldn't contact me, but I hope you're wrong". Her expression turns dark suddenly, and she tears the paper in half before tearing apart both halves with her albeit weak cryokinesis*