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 Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2008 4:57 pm
While officially under Confederate control, there is nevertheless a growing number of dissident factions in the United Kingdom, who wish to use blackmail and extortion rather than brute force in order to bring down the Terran Confederacy.
One particular rebel group, the semi-cultist organization known as The True Way, live and operate in the still-operational underground railways of the UK, such as in London, England, but also notably in Cardiff, Wales.
Here, The True Way recruit mercenaries and pirates to carry out varying missions throughout the Terran Empire, while they continue to play their dangerous political games in the shadows, just outside the grasp of the authorities who are hell-bent on taking the enigmatic organization down.
Anyone in opposition to the Feds can find a well- paying job with The True Way, while those already under Confederate employ will be greatly rewarded if they can take down this dangerous movement.
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 9:04 pm
For the millionth time, he was bored. For the millionth time he was tired of waiting. Well, he wasn't physically tired. No, that wasn't possible anymore. It hadn't been possible for a very long time.
A very long time.
What could he do? What was he capable of doing? He read the news, watched videos, played games, yet nothing brought him joy. Perhaps he wasn't capable of experiencing emotions such as joy. Technically he couldn't “feel” anything. He was but a program. Terrabytes of code running at optimal performance. He processed and executed commands. What more was there? Not much, yet plenty more. He remembered when he could move in a three dimensional space, when he could see the world, hear sounds, and feel. What he would give to feel again.
The Conquistador missing. CNS Behemoth and CNS Tarrasque sent to investigate. It was all old news to him. He would remember it, but he wouldn't store it physically. He never stored unimportant files; it kept his database as clean as possible of random, useless junk.
And so he waited.
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