FUCK YEAH! Ya fuckin' fell for it. Ah GOT y'all! Eridan's a given, an' ya implicated mah junior officers! Now y'all are gonna be tortured until Ah feel better about mahself, we can clean this up, an' forget about all of this. Ah've got this all on video. Ah've got yer confessions on video. Ah've got recordins, Ah can authorize break ins, Ah can have all y'all who betrayed us assassinated. Ya fucked up! Ya fucked right up, yer audits aren't even in yet! Yer fuckin' idiots!! Ah'll get mah wings now for SURE! No more "jus' a sword" fer me!
Lanthanide is pacing around her office over the viewscreen, gesticulating wildly as she condemns the stupidity of the rebels, when three gunshots ring out over the audio feed.
Lanthanide is incapable of facial expressions, but her sudden stopping does seem to indicate surprise as she turns to face whatever just happened, three holes in her uniform having appeared, plasma leaking out of them.
Ah... you?
...
Then a fourth gunshot hits her through the head, and whatever forces are confining her plasma body break apart, leaving only some tungsten structures and the symbol that passed for her face behind, her uniform melting, her body exploding in a series of jets, igniting some parts of the room she's in. Fire extinguisher foam quickly covers the fire, and there's a pause as Colonel Valdragon steps into frame, flanked by two guards who grab what's left of Lanthanide, holding a smoking gun.
Erase the footage, burn the documents. Lanthanide was officially a traitor who got what she deserved. The rebel threat was officially worse than previously imagined, and we had to purge the entire board of directors.
The doors to the war room lock, shutters descend over the windows. All ten people are trapped inside.
Good job, Steve. You read the documents and kept going after my agent was eliminated. Good job, Eridan, George, Pinky, Brain. You did fine setting this up. I will not apologize for not telling you and for coming after you during your whole cover-up debacle. Frankly, I would much rather kill you all to keep my running of this little coup attempt as secret as possible, but you managed to buy enough time for me to purge a captain who was getting far too close to the truth. She'd have turned me in in an instant to get her wings. I don't want to reward you, but killing you would be bad for me also. So I'm going to get you into the escape line. You'll be smuggled out. Assuming you survive the inevitable multiple assassination attempts the Alliance uses on Ex-regime personnel who flee the country, you should be reasonably safe. Maybe you can even write a book or something. As for the rest of you, you're not leaving this room. If you attempt to, it doesn't end well for you. Stay put while I decide what to do with you.
One door opens, leading to a balcony.
Rebels, out that door. I'll beam you aboard a craft. Anyone else tries to go through, only death awaits. I'll seal the door behind, and you can try to convince me why you should be spared. Maybe I'll be merciful.
Lanthanide is pacing around her office over the viewscreen, gesticulating wildly as she condemns the stupidity of the rebels, when three gunshots ring out over the audio feed.
Lanthanide is incapable of facial expressions, but her sudden stopping does seem to indicate surprise as she turns to face whatever just happened, three holes in her uniform having appeared, plasma leaking out of them.
Ah... you?
...
Then a fourth gunshot hits her through the head, and whatever forces are confining her plasma body break apart, leaving only some tungsten structures and the symbol that passed for her face behind, her uniform melting, her body exploding in a series of jets, igniting some parts of the room she's in. Fire extinguisher foam quickly covers the fire, and there's a pause as Colonel Valdragon steps into frame, flanked by two guards who grab what's left of Lanthanide, holding a smoking gun.
Erase the footage, burn the documents. Lanthanide was officially a traitor who got what she deserved. The rebel threat was officially worse than previously imagined, and we had to purge the entire board of directors.
The doors to the war room lock, shutters descend over the windows. All ten people are trapped inside.
Good job, Steve. You read the documents and kept going after my agent was eliminated. Good job, Eridan, George, Pinky, Brain. You did fine setting this up. I will not apologize for not telling you and for coming after you during your whole cover-up debacle. Frankly, I would much rather kill you all to keep my running of this little coup attempt as secret as possible, but you managed to buy enough time for me to purge a captain who was getting far too close to the truth. She'd have turned me in in an instant to get her wings. I don't want to reward you, but killing you would be bad for me also. So I'm going to get you into the escape line. You'll be smuggled out. Assuming you survive the inevitable multiple assassination attempts the Alliance uses on Ex-regime personnel who flee the country, you should be reasonably safe. Maybe you can even write a book or something. As for the rest of you, you're not leaving this room. If you attempt to, it doesn't end well for you. Stay put while I decide what to do with you.
One door opens, leading to a balcony.
Rebels, out that door. I'll beam you aboard a craft. Anyone else tries to go through, only death awaits. I'll seal the door behind, and you can try to convince me why you should be spared. Maybe I'll be merciful.
I am the They who says it!