Mon Dec 01, 2003 1:07 am by ???VivaHispa?a16!!!
"Mr. President, the reporters are waiting." The words still sounded strange. Minutes before it had been Mr. vice president, but Jacobi's sudden death had every one un-easy. They had tolerated Trent for years now. Why he went rougue, nobody knew. All there was to know was that he attacked ships with no mercy, no warning, and apparently no goal. Named "the scourge of the stars" by Liberty, he had become a hero the less desireable factions of Liberty, spawning hundreds of copy-cats, and a lof of them were just as well armed and flew just as well as Trent did. But he had gone too far. He had killed the President. "Sir?" the young man inquired. "We armed him, you know," now President Davis replied. "Gave him a surplus ship and a few thousand credits. All this could have been avoided, so many lives saved." "Sir, no one could have anticipated this. He took out the entire Missouri! No one saw it coming. Besides, it was that blood traitor of an LSF officer who armed and eventually ran off with him." "Her name is Jun'ko," Davis interupted fiercly, "She was a 'friend' of mine, and I approved her to provide the ship. Does that make me a traitor?" said Davis with a tone of anger in his voice. "No sir," replied the assistant cooly, "I meant nothing by it. What shall I tell the press?" "Tell them, all Liberty personel are to hunt Mr. Trent at all costs. We end this now. We will get back our space." "Yes sir," replied the man as he left the room. "And I will get back my Juni," Davis whispered to himself. --- RR16
on 30-11-2003 23:50:10
