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Date Posted: 20:52:54 03/12/03 Wed
Author: Lady Embyr
Subject: "Well, more bad news."
In reply to: Y.O.K.O. 's message, ""zzzzchhhhsspaceman sckkkk is DEADchhhhh"" on 13:58:25 08/06/02 Tue

The Lady frowned in her chair.

"We'll have many more pilots and crews to mourn before this day is out. We've seen it before, are seeing it now, and some of us may live to see it again."

She looked around at the remaining senators. Pantera. Lux. Decius. Hegemon. Eulogy. Schism. Quite the trend Betacron had started of unceremonious sudden departures. At least Lye-Onitron had mentioned informing the chancellor. She wasn't sure how she felt about that, or the sly Machiavellian Maximal, but the Chancellor certainly needed to be informed. Then again considering what was now going on in the streets below the senate building, chances were Chi was already well aware of the situation.

"We've been well and truly divided between the decisive and the indecisive. Our fate is now in the hands of our military and to some degree valiant citizens who choose to fight. Would you all say that's right? Would you?

We're looked to as leaders. Some of us can fight and if it comes to it, I'll die on my feet with honor fighting alongside any one of you. But we need to focus on our strengths and how we may best serve the people in this time of crisis. I hesitate to offer this suggestion which I am about to share, but desperate times call for desperate measures, and--"

The Lady never finished her sentence as the reinforced tinted glass window glowed and shattered, a pair of Swarm drones making their way inside upon feeding on the inert material of the senate building. Her chair toppled and she was thrown to the ground, not daring to meet the nearby eyes of Decius or the others in a mix of pride and shame. She drew her sword and pulled herself up on it, cursing herself for her unspoken words as well as those she had verbalized.

"'Die on my feet?' Guess prophecy will have to be added to your resume post-mortem old-girl...if this is how it must be, then so be it. One last go!"

She stood ready as the conference room echoed with the sound of chairs sliding back across the metal floor away from the table behind her....

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