Sometimes I wish I was really good at texting people and planning things.. I would be able to have so many more friends but instead i get scared and don’t text them and then we don’t talk anymore. ….
An Outer Colony, Concord was settled in 2490 due to its position relative to slipspace routes and its mineral wealth. While the planet was attacked by the Covenant in 2551, the UNSC and Concordian militia secured a rare victory.
Concord is a planet in the Alabaster system and a human Outer Colony, under the authority of the Unified Earth Government.
I can’t stress this enough, massive, massive tortue trigger warning for this piece.
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“-erstood, Yggdrasil is moving to Midgard.” Agent Jameson Locke lowered his hand from his earpiece as he walked down the stairs a few steps behind the President of the United Earth Government. Just because the UNSC was in charge at the moment didn’t mean the President wasn’t important, oh how wrong that would be.
There were just as many people cheering as there were screaming obscenities. The marines were having a hard time keeping them all back.
“Yggdrasil, Overwatch.”
“Go for Yggdrasil, Overwatch. Send traffic.” Locke replied as he led the President towards the waiting transport.
“Thor confirms way to Midgard is clear. Neg— wait...”
Locke felt his muscles coil. “Overwatch, repeat your last.”
Behind him, a scope glinted.
“Overwatch. Repeat your last.”
Static.
Suddenly one of the marines on crowd control yelled. “Sniper!”
Time slowed down.
Locke made a move towards the President, followed half a second later by a loud crack.
The President of the UEG collapsed in a crumpled heap.
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Jackson York blinked rapidly as he came back to consciousness. He tried to moved his arms, but found he couldn’t. He was handcuffed to a metal chair with his arms behind his back. Taking a look at his surroundings, he felt his heart sink.
Nothing but onyx black around him. He was illuminated by a massive floodlight hanging from the ceiling. He couldn’t even see any walls in the shadow. It was like he was floating on a star in the void.
“Jackson York...”
A deep voice sounded from the darkness. It sounded like it came from everywhere at once.
Jackson flinched. “Who’s there?!”
“... born July 4th, 2503 to Insurrectionist parents on Eridanus II. Raised radical. Joined the Insurrection at age 17. No major incidents until last month. You decided you’d had enough of the UNSC and UEG’s policies. Together with a group of radicals you recruited, you took out the Overwatch for the President of the UEG’s motorcade, and proceeded to assassinate him.”
A bald, dark-skinned man stepped out of the shadows, carrying a chair. Clad in all black, he twirled it around backwards and say it down before straddling the chair and leaning an arm on the back. “Tell me, Jackson. Who are your Insurrectionist cell leaders?”
Jackson growled, putting up a front. “I ain’t tellin’ you shit, ONI Bitch.”
The man sighed. “I’ll ask one more time, Jackson. Who are your cell leaders?”
His tone had changed. It sounded resigned now.
“Do you understand the meaning of the words fuck you?!”
The ONI agent clicked his tongue, then tapped his earpiece. “Loki, this is Odin.”
“Go ahead, Odin.” Replied a low, cold voice. The man was definitely the reason Hermes’ reply was audible, judging by his expression.
“Activate vid-link.”
A second passed, then a screen appeared in the darkness. It looked like.... a scope? Crosshairs, wind identification, the whole shebang.
Then Jackson noticed who the crosshair was settled on, and he tried to leap at ‘Odin’, only for his handcuffs to stop him again. “You bastard! You sick fuck! You can’t!”
“Names, Jackson. Give me names.” Odin didn’t sound affected at all.
“Fuck you!”
Odin touched his earpiece again. “Loki, on my signal, eliminate the targets.”
“Copy.”
“This is illegal!”
“So is assassinating the President of the UEG.”
“I can’t!”
“Loki, eliminate the target.”
“Copy. Firing in 3...”
“Please!”
“I want names, Jackson.”
“2....”
“I-I... Wha-“
“Names!”
“1....”
Jackson was screaming incoherently now.
“Firin—“
“Alright! Alright! ....... alright...”
“Check, Loki.”
“Checked.”
Tears poured from the man’s eyes and he stared at the ground. “Johan Victes... and Farrah Princeton.” He muttered.
Odin though, frowned. “It’s just not your day, Jackson. We already know them.” He clicked his earpiece. “Loki, eliminate the targets.”
A deafening crack sounded as the sniper rifle discharged.... and left Jackson’s parents crumpled heaps of flesh on the pavement. No Insurrectionists were allowed to live.
Jackson let out an inhuman scream. “NO!”
Odin crossed his arms. “I’ll give you one more chance. Names.”
“Fuck. You.” Jackson spit on Odin’s boot.
Odin sighed. “I tried to make it easier for you.” Then he turned and walked into the darkness.
Two agents emerged from the dark, one pushing a metal gurney. The empty handed one undid Jackson’shandcuffs, and forced him onto the gurney, where he was chained down.
“Fuck you!”
The agents didn’t react. One reached into the darkness and produced a vial of something green.... then smashed it over Jackson’s knee.
“Agh!”
And his skin slowly began melting away as the relatively minor acid splashed onto his knee. A third agent emerged from the dark carrying a 2-by-4. He placed it on Jackson’s stomach, letting the other two hold it still, and then slammed a hammer into it.
Jackson wheezed as his diaphragm spasmed from the force of the bit.
The agent hit again, and again, then stopped. While he regained his breath, he was wheeled towards another part of the room, to which the light followed. The wheels transitioned from concrete to metal, and he became curious. Well, curious as he could be through the pain.
Suddenly he felt himself falling, and then he was underwater. It was freezing. He screamed, and water rushed into his lungs.
Two seconds later he was lifted out, shivering. Before he could do anything, scalding hot water was splashed over him. The contrast between his temperature and the water was excruciating.
More screaming.
Just as quick, two fans were aimed full blast at him. The temperature changes were so extreme they hurt, and they were confusing him.
Then a taser was slammed into both of his sides, and he started convulsing.
He shouted two names without realizing, and it stopped.
“Thank you, Jackson.” Came Odin’s voice. “But unfortunately, we can’t let any possible leaks go unchecked.”
He looked up, just in time to come face to face with a muzzle—
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