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Topher Lydon

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  1. The cargo bay of the Zodiac was a stark, shadowy contrast to the hyper-sanitized, pristine white polycarbonate bulkheads that currently infected the upper decks of the upgraded starship. Down here, amidst the heavy loading lifters and neatly stacked crates of stolen Imperial Kareshi rations, the shadows still clung stubbornly to the corners, offering a brief, merciful respite from the relentless, cinematic blue lens flares of the command deck. It was a space that still felt like a working ship,
  2. Will is decidedly not pleased with his new found role as squeak toy of choice for Libyan psychopaths.
  3. Morning
  4. 04:00 – The Safehouse, Industrial District, Tripoli The piece of paper resting on the scarred wooden table was cheap, low-grade printer stock, still faintly warm from the industrial photocopier that had birthed it, but it currently represented the most dangerous munition in the Libyan capital. Capitano Enzo Mancini stared down at the high-resolution diplomatic portrait of the Canadian Special Envoy. The Arabic text was bold, crude, and unambiguous. Five Hundred Thousand American Doll
  5. Lieutenant Tweek SPACE PIRATE Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar
  6. Topher Lydon

    Chapter 2

  7. I mean the Texas is a flying battlewagon what could possibly go wrong?
  8. Tweek is not allowing Karen to take his Captain. He's going to show why California trumps Texas (Tweek having been established in previous chapters as being from San Diego)
  9. KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAREN!
  10. The Zodiac was currently gliding through the vast, uncaring void of Sector 7G, its hull gleaming with a pristine, hyper-sanitized perfection that had long since become a psychological burden for its crew. The ship was not falling apart. It was not groaning under the weight of its own failing systems. It was, in fact, functioning flawlessly—and that was precisely the problem. The sleek, frictionless black linoleum floors of the bridge reflected the relentless, cinematic blue lens flares tha
  11. Topher Lydon

    Prologue

    in 1950, in the shadow of war, betrayal was... the norm
  12. 03:00 – Staging Point, Abandoned Apartment Complex The men assembling in the ruined, third-floor apartment were not the screaming, chaotic amateurs that had swarmed the United States Embassy. They did not fire their weapons into the night sky to bolster their courage, and they did not drive brightly painted Toyota pickups. They were a hardened, disciplined, and profoundly lethal terrorist cell, veterans of urban insurgencies and shadow wars that spanned from the Levant to the Maghreb
  13. You're probably right, but Tweek got his man so he's happy. Idiots the pair of them
  14. The transition from the sterile, hyper-illuminated, aggressively lens-flared reality of the upgraded Zodiac to the waking world of the planetary surface was not smooth. It felt like being hit in the prefrontal cortex with a velvet-wrapped brick. Captain Daniel Hollis opened his eyes and instantly regretted it. The light filtering into the room was not the harsh, pulsing halogen of a failing starship, nor was it the sterile, unforgiving white glare of their new billion-credit command deck.
  15. From the actual events of the fall of Libya, Italy had a lot of agents and assets in place and led much of the covert ground action. Sabotaging tanks, fighter planes and air defenses that were being used to attack civilians. Their actions were heroic at a time when many other nations refused to directly act. They stopped the T-70's that were about to roll through the city streets and crush the opposition to the Regime
  16. Oh Poitr is going to get his own back, oh indeed. Teleport away and ditch him in a car on the Freeway, and then show up in that hat? Yep Poitr's going to ensure Flynn suffers for this.
  17. Dufresne is the kind of sleaze that would gladly lock onto this to try to topple the government. It is an inherent weakness of the parliamentary system of no-confidence that it can be weaponized in this fashion. Dufresene doesn't give a damn about Will's safety, nor the integrity of Canadian operations. All he cares about is the Prime Minister's Office.
  18. good morning
  19. 02:15 – The Vault, United States Embassy Sub-Level The heavy steel bank-vault door of the CIA armory hung at a sickening, unnatural angle, its massive reinforced hinges glowing a brilliant, angry cherry-red where the concentrated thermite charges had ruthlessly burned through the tempered steel. The acrid, suffocating smell of the incendiary compound lingered heavily in the subterranean air, mixing with the sharp, metallic tang of ozone, pulverized concrete, and the distant, muffled cadenc
  20. Flynn's fashion crimes are probably why the FBMI are after him
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