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To my Starfleet Friends

Posted on Thu Mar 17th, 2016 @ 5:20am by Commodore Lax Rendo're XVIII

Mission: Trouble on the frontier
Location: *unknown*
Timeline: Current

"Alright, just act like I told you, sincere, but modest, forceful, but with a caring heart, when we "execute" the person, give a quick smile and turn immediately back to the camera.

The set was a bustle with activity, Lax looked on from the controllers booth at the throne room set below him. Large Grecian urns flanked a fireplace. In front of a fireplace sat a metal desk, black as midnight. Behind the desk sat a man, dressed in the regalia of an Ninteenth Century Naval officer. A bead of sweat dripped down his face.

Lax hit a button on the console. "Screw this up, and you are going to be fish food, got it!"

The double looked up at the control booth and nodded.

"Alright, places everyone." the stage manager called everyone to action. "Thirty seconds until live"

Cameras swiveled towards the desk. "Ten seconds!"

The stage manager counted down. A logo appeared on the screens of the control room.

= Message =

The logo of the Rendo're Raiders appeared on the screen.

"We interrupt your regularly scheduled broadcast to bring you this bulletin."

The voice over faded out, replaced by the face of a man sitting at an ornate desk.

"Greetings friends, allies, and most importantly, our "friends" over in the Federation. No doubt by now, you've seen the troubling news from Gaspar, a cowardly attack on a peaceful planet, by an as of yet unknown and unnamed attacker. While no one has taken responsibility for the tragic loss of life. I have come into information that should not come as a surprise."

He paused for a moment to let the audience come to his viewpoint.

"In the ruins of the city, several Federation aid stations have been placed to lure in civilians, civilians that are looking for nothing more than respite from the cold, hunger, and exhaustion. Only to have these fears exacerbated by booby traps, clearly placed by the Federation and Starfleet to cause even more suffering.

You may be wondering, "Commodore, how do you know these things?" I'll tell you. Through our network of loyal supporters on Gaspar, we've captured one of the perpetrators of this dastardly crime.

The scene cuts to a man sitting in a chair, torn and battered Starfleet Marine uniform. Stained, caked with blood and sweat. A blank look in his eyes.

"I am Staff Sergeant Walter Bagoyan, Serial Number OH-900-8350 KKM"

A voice off screen pressed him for more information. "Commanding officer, base of operations"

"My unit reported directly to Brigadier General Morrilus Corrus and Lieutenant Colonel Wolfric Bannister, Deep Space Twelve."

"What was your mission on Gaspar."

"We were to install aid stations for the civilian population, those stations were to be mined and trapped to cause significant casualties in the population. Also, arm devices to cause secondary detonations when first responders arrived." The marine answered in a monotone voice, directly to the camera."

"Did you succeed in that mission?"

"Yes, we placed Fifteen stations, early indications are that Nine had been detonated."

"Do you have anything you'd like to tell the audience."

"I deeply apologize for what I have done by spreading the terror of the Federation to the innocent people of Gaspar."

"Do you realize that you and your team committed a war crime?"

"Yes, and I take full responsibility on behalf of the Federation and Starfleet for this criminal act" The Marine stared blankly at the camera. No emotion visible.

"This court finds you guilty of war crimes. Punishment will be carried out immediately." The camera panned out. Three hooded figures stood approximately, each hold a phaser rifle. When the signal was given. Three blasts of energy erupted. Immediately vaporizing the marine.

The camera cut back to The Commodore. "Friends. I have only been able to exact but a small bit of vengeance on those who have wronged you. No doubt, more members of Starfleet and the Federation are on their way to you, with open arms, under the guise of help and hummanity. Remember that Caesar also had friends in Rome, and ended with Et Tu, Brute!

I urge you, resist them, take not their bread, as it will be poisoned, do not let your children be murdered by those who would watch them die in the street.

To, My Friends, over on Deep Space Twelve, know that the terror you inflicted on the people of Gaspar will be returned ten fold upon you."

The camera zoomed in on his face.

"You will not be safe where you rest"

"You will not be safe where you live"

"You will not be safe"

"If you prick us, do we not bleed?"
"If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us,
do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?"
"The villainy you teach me, I will execute,
and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction."

The camera cut, the Rendo're logo played, and the feed went back to normal.

= studio =

"Bobby baby! Beautiful! Beautiful! That part and the end.. off script but beautiful! That was one poet.. um, what.. Albert Pacino? Hell no one is going to know that, but it was great!"

"Thank you, I studied acting, that was one of the case studies we had to do, it is inspirational that Albert Pacino would write that kind of message."

"It was William Shakespeare idiots." Lax hit the button from the control room to announce to the studio. He rubbed is face and turned to Mr. Standish who was sitting a control chair.

"Mr. Standish, at your earliest convenience launch operation Vagh tut Hegh Hasta, also make sure that Goldfinger Carrier Wave gets broadcast with that message. If our Federation friends try and reverse engineer any of this, hopefully it will fry their database.

 

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