| Sascha (E-Mail nur eingeloggt Sichtbar) am 30.06.2017 19:29 Uhr |
Time is short, and I'll be brief.
Martian Defense Minister Korshunov
suffered a fatal heart
attack earlier this evening.
Simultaneously, the MCRN Karakum,
dispatched by Korshunov
to take delivery of your
protomolecule technology
was destroyed over Ganymede.
And I gave the order.
And I can give the same order
to end your life where you breathe
at the same coordinates
I'm sending this message.
Monsieur Mao...
There were two men in
the entire universe
who could protect your
protomolecule project,
and now Korshunov is dead.
I can assure you
I'm the only friend you have left
and do not test my resolve on this.
Chrisjen, if you're listening,
you taught me,
you drilled it into my head,
that Earth must come first.
And now you've thrown me to the wolves
for fulfilling my sacred oath
while you grovel at the foot of Mars
and Jules-Pierre Mao.
And that is the real betrayal here.
So, Jules, you will clean up the
mess you made for me.
You will return to Earth alone.
You will await my instructions.
And you will get the fuck Back to work.
Clever inszeniert, hätte jetzt alles auf seinen Selbstmord getippt. Die
Szene bei der Rasur im Bad morgens, das Gespräch mit seinem Sohn, das
vorbereiten mit derm Gift. Als bei der Schießerei damals der Mann von
dem Caprain-Ehepaar drauf gegangen ist, hätte ich die Alte ja eigentlich
gleich miterledigt, so aus dem Halbromantischen Gedankengang, dass dann
beide wieder vereint sind - konnte ja keiner ahnen, dass man die heute
noch mal braucht. Hätte ja nicht gedacht, dass die Naomi-Aktion am Ende
klappt.
This is the warship Rocinante.
You're aware of our capabilities
more than anyone.
We're escorting a vessel of
refugees away from your AO.
Any ship that opens fire on us,
will feel the sum total
of our state-of-the-art
Martian arsenal, rammed up its ass.
We'll all die together.
This is our only and
final warning, stay clear.
