((I don't see why we just can't use a minishuttle per team, with the Shuttle saved for something special, or for a rescue mission. A lot more mobile. Unless I somehow misunderstand what you were saying, which is possible.
Regarding the current action... I'm not sure what to.... Has anybody played Alpha Protocol? If yes, remember the email correspondence between Thorton and Steven Heck? Thorton was clearly manipulating Steven Heck by writing those conspirancy theory emails. I'm thinking of about the same level. Vich could be doing the same to Flint.
And I feel like Vich and Flint are going to be best friends forever now. Just saying. ))
About me? Well, didn't I tell you guys before. Okay, my story is actually long and convoluted, and is pretty hard to summarize. I'll attempt to cut it short. In my youth, I was a very active individual, with strong beliefs, and not afraid of doing things the others were afraid to do. I wasn't arrested or anything, because of my family's influence, so I wasn't afraid to speak out. I suppose I was a little of a spoiled brat to others. Because of my standing out, the government grew a little concerned about me. People like me are a potential threat, and true enough, I was thinking of joining the rebels on a neighboring planet very soon. So they sent a guy to recruit me.
It took weeks of countless discussion, arguing, and disputes, but eventually he convinced me that fighting for the government would be a better cause than fighting for the rebels. So he recruited me as an undercover agent to go to the rebels, join them, and work against them. Now, most agents don't last very long. They get caught doing transmisions, or even if they don't, they usually don't advance very far. That's why we devised a special plan to buck the trend. I was to join the rebels, but work for them, not against them. I was to use the secrets of UWM against it. It would not be I who were to be sending the transmisions. I would be receiving the transmisions and use that top secret information to further my own standing in the rebel's ranks. As you can understand, the plan was top secret. Almost everyone for the longest time believed me to be one of the most dangerous rebels.
I had a significant advantage over many. I was well educated, rich, and during the UWM training I learned a lot about it's secrets and flaws. Of my system of course. Specific nitpicky information, like which planet had the most corrupt police force, or just how old and outdated the security drones used in the headquarters were. Probably useless today. I learned both the things I was supposed to know, and the things I was not. So I worked for many years, without sending a single shred of information, always being on the receiving end. That happened until I was one of the most influential people in the entire rebellion. Until I knew everyone important, knew their habits, knew how much they snored. Then, it was the time to pull the switch. You know, over the years I bonded with the guys. They were genuine brothers to me. It was... it was like killing a family. But I believed in what I did.
That I was soon captured didn't come as a real surprise to me. It was part of the job, part of the deal. Surprisingly, I survived. They were busy torturing me for information, but the Fanfarons... sorry, the UWM troops came a bit too sudden and uncalled for. They freed me, got me home, and then tossed me aside like a used condom. And I never forgave them for that. You know the ironic part? The guys high up were probably genuiely impressed. But I never got to talk to them. I was blind, I was helpless, I was in great pain. I have killed my family, and now I had no one.
Ah, the thing we had going was really something epic. We had great plans, we had organization, we had scale. We were going to buy space ships from a neighboring's system for gods sake. That's how advanced we were. And I gave it all away. You know what? The arguments that resonated in my head before were still all true. I was still right in what I did. I will never forgive myself for what I had done, but it was still the right thing to do. But right or not, it didn't matter to me anymore. If they can't keep something so simple as a promise. A promise that would cost them almost nothing but a bit of understanding if not compassion...after what I did for them. If they could not keep that, then they didn't deserve to exist. And fuck the innocents. By their inaction, by their passiveness, by their acceptance of fate they were no longer innocents. You shape the world you live in, or you get shaped by the people who shape that world.
So I laid low, and planned my revenge. To cut the story short, I imported some alien, and some genetically parasitic species. Trust me, no one is as aware of security flaws as one whose job is to exploit them, and to watch others exploiting them. And very soon, crops were dying in great amounts, and the government was on the hunt for whose fault it was. Last thing I know before I had to run, was the rebirth of the rebellions, this time much more spontaneous if less organised. But if I had to choose, I would bet on the rebellions. Luckily for me, there was an HMRC ship recruiting nearby. And you know, I am not sorry for the decision. To me it was not only the possibility to escape captivity, it was the promise of a new life. My eyes... I have my eyes back. If there was ever a symbol more powerful, if there was ever something that could symbolize rebirth as much as this.
If you want a different telling I could send my dossier (character background). Or if have any specific questions, I could answer them.
((Well, how do you like it? Too over the top? And yes, there is a reason why a top-secret agent is just telling you his secrets.))
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