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Scannex

2770.5823 - Emperor claims rights to all colonial resources.

NEWS NET HISTORICAL ARCHIVES:

August 1, 2770 will be remembered as a historic date in the history of the Empire. His Imperial Majesty presented the Fortress Earth Proclamations today before an enthusiastic crowd at the Good Fortune Pavilion in Nova Alexandria. Response from the colonies is less enthusiastic, as colonial representatives call the Proclamations "heavy-handed exploitation." More clear-eyed citizens, however, harbor no illusions about the overriding need to defend Earth, the ultimate target of the Cybrids.

2814.0523 - Cybrid brain found in accident victim skull.

NEWS NET HISTORICAL ARCHIVES:

Cybrids walk among us! Although officials have clamped down on further details, we do know that a hovercar accident in Mega-L.A. led to the discovery by startled medics of a cybernetic brain in one of the victims. How many more Cybrid spies are out there?

2819.7301 - "Phoenix" resigns from Imperial Knights.

NEWS NET HISTORICAL ARCHIVES:

Harabec Weathers, the infamous "Phoenix," resigned his commission following a closed-door session with His Imperial Majesty. Observers speculate the decision arose from Weathers' role in the disastrous Turkhazakistan defeat earlier this year. Grand Master Caanon Weathers could not be reached for comment, but sources close to the Weathers say the news has saddened the family.

2825.8376 - Straight talk from the digital resistance!

NEWS NET HISTORI

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DYSTOPIAN SNO-MEN:

Reading some history? News Net jingles out a lot of happy-joy crap about how great things are here on Earth. Yay, Empire, and all that. Well, we're gonna pop some of those nice comfy bubbles, so all you citizens out there keep an eye on the O-Web. We're out there along with the truth, your friendly shadows in the snow.

2825.8710 - Emperor increases colonial quotas.

NEWS NET HISTORICAL ARCHIVES:

His Imperial Majesty permitted increased colonial quotas this week despite allegations that production pressures were responsible for recent fatal accidents in Venusian mining operations. Any protests on Mars and Venus will be dealt with severely.

2826.4598 - Empire makes example of Venusian insurgents.

NEWS NET HISTORICAL ARCHIVES:

His Imperial Majesty announced today that Strikeforce Rocking Horse has been dispatched to Venus as a peacekeeping measure. The Emperor expressed deep regret over the escalation of the Palusteri crisis, but declared that such arrogant defiance would not be tolerated.

"No one who challenges the laws of the Empire will escape punishment. All insurgency members will be executed."

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2828.0170 - Martian strike resolved peacefully.

IMPERIAL POLICE (Mars):

Imperial Police peacefully faced down striking miners at a Tharsis City facility on Mars yesterday. Several miners were cited and released.

2828.0174 - Imp Lice brutally crushed a peaceful strike!

VOICE OF FREE MARS:

"Cited and released." Who are they kidding? The Imp Lice left 'em bleeding in the street after "citing" them with stunstaves!

2828.0200 - Cybrid signals detected. Do not panic. Exercise caution.

IMPERIAL NAVY:

Cybrid transmissions have been detected in near-Venus space! All ships on Venusian approach vectors are warned to exercise extreme caution!

2828.0220 - Cybrids. Riiight. How conveniently distracting...!

VOICE OF FREE MARS:

Ooooo. Cybrids. Citizens, don't pay any attention to the tyrant behind the curtain. Pay attention to the big scary Cybrids.

2828.0850 - The Navy is on full alert status. TDF is ready.

IMPERIAL NAVY:

Seventh and Ninth Strike Fleets to hold maneuvers off Venus this week. TDF is confident in its ability to defend Imperial citizenry.

2828.1001 - TDF reassures public as it confirms location of Cybrid signals.

NEWS NET:

TDF tracking Cybrid transmissions. Citizens are urged to remain calm.

2828.1002 - Mission: Finish off a downed Imperial cargo ship.

Mission: Vulture Duty

Location: Mole Deep

Campaign: Yoke Offensive

Date: 2828.1002

Briefing:

Rise and shine, duster. We got ourselves a situation. Some of our boys did a half-ass job scorchin' an Imperial Police flyer that was sniffin' around where it shouldn't have been. The Lice pilot managed to set down way outta their range, and there's a good chance the pilot saw something he shouldn't have. So you got the clean-up job, you roj? Locate and destroy the flyer. One of the Garson tunnels opens near the crash site. I'll stay in touch through tactical communications. The Imps have probably scrambled salvage rigs by now, so move quick. And keep your ears open to the Imperial radio frequencies. OK, move it out!

Success:

Not bad! This operation confirms what we've been sayin' about you: You're one helluva pilot. Seems Mole Command agrees. You're transferred to Harabec's crew. Supposedly Harabec's from Earth. Heard he was in some kind of trouble there, but he's the man here on Mars. Best field commander in the show. Congrats, duster, you're runnin' with the big dogs now.

Failure:

Mission failure. The Imperials control the crash site. If you are receiving this and can comply, return to the access tunnel at Nav Bravo. Repeat: This mission is a failure....

2828.1009 - Imperial cargo ship goes down on Mars.

NEWS NET:

An Imperial cargo transport went down on Mars today. Equipment malfunction was to blame, and no one was hurt. "Just another day on the job," says the Imperial Security Director for Mars, Ernesto Navarre. "Nothing for the law-abiding citizens of Mars to worry about."

2828.1010 - "Cybrids" were a rebel trick!

NEWS NET:

Recent "Cybrid transmissions" discovered to be a rebel hoax to draw off TDF interceptors from smugglers. Imperial Navy will exercise extreme skepticism in future, Admiral Vladijon says.

2828.1011 - Successful raid on terrorist base!

IMPERIAL POLICE (Mars):

A terrorist base was located and eradicated today by members of the Sixth Tharsis Ranger Patrol. The terrorists were using a freejack mining station as a lair. The patrol took no prisoners.

2828.1013 - Lice murdered an innocent miner!

VOICE OF FREE MARS:

The Sixth Tharsis "raid" happened when the Lice took a fancy to some miner's daughter! When the miner protested, the patrol took out the poor bastard's rigs and hanged him from the wreckage alongside his two crew members! We still don't know what happened to the girl.

2828.1024 - Don't associate with subversive elements!

IMPERIAL POLICE (Mars):

Due to the number of violent criminals filling our prison space, Director Navarre has authorized magistrates to impose longer sentences of chemical incarceration for non-violent convicts. All citizens are urged to avoid contact with subversives.

2828.1025 - Let's all help the nice police, hey?

DYSTOPIAN SNO-MEN:

"Subversive" is just a government-defined term for people with questions!

2828.1131 - Mission: Ambush and destroy an Imperial convoy.

Mission: Flashburn

Location: Syrtis Mountains

Campaign: Yoke Offensive

Date: 2828.1131

Briefing:

No, I think our best choice is to get the Starbright web in Sector Six on-line... Ah, duster! Welcome. I'm Harabec. You can call me Bek. Word is you're pretty hot, so I volunteered you for my strike crew. Lucky you, huh? Here's the deal: Mole Command's testing some new weapons, and the Imperial Police get to be our guinea pigs. We're gonna jump an Imp Lice convoy between Pei-Shan and Syrtis City. Strictly hit-and-run -- got it? See what this new M-FAC -- and you -- can do, and then bug out. We'll take the usual mining routes to the target, outta sight of Imperial scouts. OK, systems are green. Let's hit the tunnels!

Success:

Not bad, duster...! The M-FAC turned out pretty sweet, and it looks like you might actually deserve your rep. Imp Security Chief Navarre will blow his capillaries when he sees the reports. The rebellion needs good pilots. So do I. You just won yourself a permanent slot in my unit. Get some shuteye while you can. My crew stays pretty damn busy.

Failure:

Mission failure. The operation's objectives were not completed. The field-test effectively failed.

2828.1151 - Terrorists ambush an Imperial supply convoy on Mars.

NEWS NET:

An Imperial supply convoy in the Syrtis region on Mars was ambushed by terrorist raiders. Police casualties were minimal. A rise in terrorist activity has been reported since then. Imperial Security Director Navarre denies any escalation of the conflict.

2828.1174 - "Raiders are desperate, ill-equipped.

IMPERIAL POLICE (Mars):

Director Navarre reassures citizens. "The raiders are hitting our supply lines because they're desperate. They're using makeshift weaponry and hit-and-run tactics. Any reports of advanced weapons in raider hands are simply media exaggeration."

2828.1918 - Terrorist families in protective custody.

IMPERIAL POLICE (Mars):

Chief Navarre has authorized Imperial Security units to take into protective custody family members of suspected terrorists. Outraged Martian citizens have threatened to lynch people with terrorist connections. Naturally, the Police want to prevent any unnecessary violence.

2828.2015 - Curfew begins tomorrow!

IMPERIAL POLICE (Mars):

Director Navarre plans to deal conclusively with the current infestation of terrorists. The first step is to restore a sense of order. Starting tomorrow evening, the Imperial Security Forces will be enforcing a curfew. Any person out-of-doors after 1800 hours without proper authorization will be arrested.

2828.2038 - Imperial Police interrogation methods remain humane.

NEWS NET:

Imperial Security Director Navarre says vigorous interrogation of captured Martian rebels offers useful intelligence on rebel operations. "We make minimal use of throe-clamps and psychrape," Navarre says. "Nothing more than the situation demands."

2828.2045 - Navarre uses the worst forms of torture!

VOICE OF FREE MARS:

Navarre has supervised interrogation using procedures that would shock a Cybrid. Some of our people have been cut apart with plasmatorches; others have been injected with psychedelic drugs and forced to watch their families tortured to death. We can't stomach the more disturbing stories. Suffice to say "humane" is not in "the Chief's" vocabulary.

2828.2211 - Mission: Infiltrate an Imperial base and disable an Imperial cargo ship before takeoff.

Mission: Stealing Thunder

Location: Old Barsoom

Campaign: Yoke Offensive

Date: 2828.2211

Briefing:

Well, you're prompt, duster. I like that.

Here's the situation: Imperial Security Chief Navarre is waiting for a shipment of artillery -- to use on an ... 'infestation of rebels.' So Mole Command wants us to 'liberate' this load. The cargo shuttle lands at Old Barsoom Depot. We cripple the shuttle, secure the port, and a recovery team carts off the pickings.

Easy enough. We also get to use the new cloaking arrays. Don't you just love shaking down this new tech?

Get ready, duster. We scramble in three minutes!

Success:

Way to hang in there, duster. Mole Command's real pleased about the artillery we snatched. And the cloaks worked better than we expected. Opens up new possibilities for Mole Command. The Imp Lice won't see us comin' until way too late. Too bad for them, eh?

Failure:

Mission failure. The operation failed to seize the cargo for the rebellion.

2828.2228 - We got the goods to dust the Imp Lice!

VOICE OF FREE MARS:

This is the Voice of Free Mars, coming to you from somewhere out in the dust! Thanks for all the gear, Navarre! Word to the wise, boys 'n ghels of the Imp Lice: We're coming for you hardcore now!

2828.3408 - Navarre calls for public crusade against spies!

IMPERIAL POLICE (Mars):

Chief Navarre denies that the rebel insurgents have a broad base of popular support. "But they have infiltrated our cities. Remember, all law-abiding citizens should keep a lookout for suspicious activity. If you see anything strange, it's your duty to report it. Citizens who fail to do so will be arrested for treason."

2828.3802 - Imperial Police strike at raider hideouts.

NEWS NET:

Imperial Police met little resistance as they overwhelmed several suspected raider hideouts. Although the missions are considered successes, none of the stolen armaments were recovered. Imperial Police Security Chief Navarre promises the missing weaponry and supplies will soon be recovered.

2828.4600 - Imperial Police regroup.

NEWS NET:

Imperial Police stand their ground bravely in the face of brutal rebel attacks "It's not easy," one unnamed officer says. "It's like fighting ghosts!" Reports indicate the Imperial Police are turning the tide. The numbers of rebel prisoners grow by the day, and Chief Navarre's office has released a "truly optimistic" body count.

2828.5617 - Terrorist in Valles region. Pursue and apprehend.

IMPERIAL POLICE (Mars):

All units in North Valles Patrol Zone, scramble! A rebel force was caught in the open by our flyers. Our units destroyed two Hercs, but the third one got away. Our pilot debriefings indicate the reb is badly damaged. Orders are to try to take him alive. Alive enough for interrogation, that is.

2828.5633 - Mission: Locate an injured rebel pilot and escort her to dropship.

Mission: Diamond in the Rough

Location: Valles Marineris

Campaign: Yoke Offensive

Date: 2828.5633

Briefing:

OK, duster, listen up.

One of our best pilots, a Sergeant Sarah DiMarco, went rabbit south of Valles Marineris. She's banged up bad, needs help. The Imps are combing the canyons for her and the Olympian she's riding. Odds are DiMarco can't run much longer.

I'm sending you to retrieve her. One of our captured dropships will put you down near her last transmission. When you find her, escort her to Nav Bravo and call for a pickup. I'd go, but I got another op scheduled. As of now you're my lieutenant, duster. Pick a squadmate if you think you need backup.

Don't let me down, duster. DiMarco and I go back a long way.

Success:

Great job ... Lieutenant. You pulled out DiMarco under damn tough conditions. Couldn't have done better myself! And my mission was a cakewalk in comparison, from what I hear. And word's spreading through the crews about what you did.

Get some rest, duster. Even heroes need their sleep.

Failure:

Mission failure. You didn't rescue DiMarco in time. She's doubtless being tortured to death by the Imperials even now. Poor kid.

2828.5641 - Courageous rebel pilots evade Imperial goon squads!

VOICE OF FREE MARS:

DiMarco's resting well after giving the slip to rabid Imp dog packs in Valles Province. She says she's ready to waste more Lice. Music to the ears of freedom lovers everywhere! You Lice, wipe the foam off your mouths and stop chasing your tails. Girl is long gone.

2828.6180 - Imperial Police regroup.

NEWS NET:

Imperial Security Director Navarre soothed critics of his campaign against Martian rebels. "Stomach-turning rebel atrocities have shaken up many of our younger officers," he explained with a chuckle. "Don't let a few panicky voices give the wrong impression. Everything is under control. The rebels are on the ropes."

2828.6184 - We're tearing you Lice to pieces!

VOICE OF FREE MARS:

Right. If throwing dirtboys out of Victoria, Syrtis, and Pei-Shan means we're "on the ropes," then Navarre is a sweet candidate for sainthood. Reality check, boyos: We're kickin' your ass over teakettle.

2828.7029 - Terrorist bombing claims innocent lives!

NEWS NET:

Terrorists bomb ISS Djakarta! Casualties include innocent civilian observers. The bomb was a macrothermal fusor that detonated shortly after the Djakarta departed Phobos Orbital Station above Mars.

2828.7032 - Innocents die in war, people! Can't be helped, unfortunately.

VOICE OF FREE MARS:

The Free Martian Alliance accepts responsibility for the tragically necessary demise of the Djakarta. This is a war, people, and the Djakarta was a military vessel. Wake up!

2828.7737 - The innocent blood is ultimately on the Emperor's hands!

VOICE OF FREE MARS:

The Martian Liberation Force regrets the death of civilians on the Djakarta. However, the blame lies with the Imperial Terran Defense Force and the heavy-handed policies of the Emperor.

2828.8441 - So-called liberators are terrorists.

IMPERIAL POLICE (Mars):

These terrorists are murderers, pure and simple. They will be brought to justice, whatever the cost. These acts of violence will not be tolerated. Accordingly, we are executing one Martian prisoner for each casualty on the Djakarta.

2828.8804 - Mission: Destroy base defenses and recover Predator.

Mission: Operation Jailbreak

Location: Outskirts of Victoria

Campaign: Yoke Offensive

Date: 2828.8804

Briefing:

Get ready to scramble, Lieutenant. Two days ago, the Imp Lice stumbled onto an old airfield. Their timing sucked. We were using that field for the trial runs of our grav tank, the Predator, so the Imps captured the Predator and its advanced technology.

But you're gonna get it back for us, duster. Intel tracked the Predator to an Imperial base near Victoria. Site's heavily fortified, so we're sending some of the artillery we swiped at Barsoom. I recommend you outfit to paint the base defenses for the big guns. Pound it up good, then go in and clean out any leftover Lice. The recovery boys will do the rest.

Success:

Well, I don't mind tellin' you, Mole Command was sweatin' bullets. But you got the Predator back before the Imperials figured out what they had. Mole Command's happy. Techboys are happy. I'm happy.

Congrats for a job well done, duster. I knew we could count on you.

Failure:

Mission failure. The Predator was not recovered. The rebellion has lost an irreplaceable asset.

2828.8819 - Rebels slaughter peaceful scientists.

NEWS NET:

Rebel thugs on Mars raided an Imperial field research station yesterday and killed the scientists there when rebel demands for drugs and weapons were not met. Imperial Police were grave after examining the victims' bodies. Security Director Navarre declares new strategies will be necessary to stop these kinds of brutal murders.

2828.8887 - More Imperial lies!

VOICE OF FREE MARS:

"Drugs and weapons...?" Riiiight. You can't come up with anything better, Navarre? Get baked, brainburn! We're not dustin' tied up in that kind of stuff. You know why we hit that base... and we know "field research stations" don't usually warrant sophisticated military auto-defenses.

2829.0158 - Mars throws off the yoke of Empire.

PHOENIX:

This is HARABEC WEATHERS, former Imperial Knight, now Provost-General of the Free Martian Republic. We bear no malice toward citizens of the Empire. Don't let your leaders drag you into a long war. Let it go. Leave us our freedom. As a Knight, I adopted the callsign "Phoenix," a symbol of fire and rebirth. Today, Mars is reborn to the bright light of independence from the Emperor's tyranny. The flame of liberty burns in our hearts. Let it burn also in yours....

2829.0159 - Right on, Phoenix!

DYSTOPIAN SNO-MEN:

Gee, the Imperial ravelers seem rather interested in keeping this little Phoenix quiet. Let's see what a little datasphere path-clearing will do here. And maybe some extrrrra bandwidth into NewsNet's main pipe.

2829.0160 - Knight leads Martian rebels! Emperor betrayed!

NEWS NET:

Martian terrorists led by an ex-Imperial Knight broadcast a declaration of war against the Empire. Harabec Weathers, the former "Phoenix," is believed mentally unbalanced, and the Emperor expressed sadness at the betrayal. Grand Master Caanon Weathers has stepped forward to lead the Imperial Knights on a mission of vengeance. The traitor will fall, the Grand Master vows.

2829.0163 - Duke disowns traitor son!

NEWS NET:

This morning, a saddened Duke Archibald Weathers confirmed the discovery that his youngest son Harabec leads the terrorist Martian Liberation Front. "I disown this traitor," he said. "He is not my son."

2829.0164 - Harabec will be destroyed.

ICEHAWK:

It is with deepest shame that I learned my brother Harabec leads those who rebel against the Empire and the man who led us to victory against the Cybrids. Let me make a solemn oath to the people of Earth: I will lay my brother's head at His Imperial Majesty's feet. The Weathers name will be cleansed.

2829.0165 - People of Earth support war!

NEWS NET:

Outrage at Martian terrorism drove Imperial citizens onto the streets and O-Web yesterday in record numbers. O-Web polls strongly support teaching the Martians a lesson in respect. The cry is Vengeance!

2829.0166 - People of Earth are sick of tyranny!

DYSTOPIAN SNO-MEN:

The cry is "Freedom!" The Web's on fire with demands for the Wings to loosen the chains here at home. R U listening, Peterboy?

2829.0169 - Rise up! Strike back!

VOICE OF FREE MARS:

The Free Martian Republic calls upon those people who live in other places oppressed by the Empire to rise up and free yourselves! The Emperor doesn't own us!

2829.0172 - Venus will also be FREE!

UMBRAL THORN:

Today, the Venusian resistance joins our Martian comrades in throwing off the chains of Empire. No longer shall we tolerate having the fruits of our labor sucked away by the parasitical Terran Defense Force.

Free Venus!

2829.0175 - Human conflict escalates//improves.

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ACKNOWLEDGE//SUBMIT!

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2829.0177 - Imp Lice, get the hell off our planet!

VOICE OF FREE MARS:

Okay, boys s'n ghels of the Imp Lice, now that we've shown our colors, it's time to see yours - specifically the color of your asses as you get the hell off our planet. We will no longer support your paranoid delusions or serve you like slaves! We will be free!

2829.2168 - Phoenix assassinated!

NEWS NET:

The rebel leader Harabec is dead. The patriot who fired the fatal shot has been identified as Stanley Michaelson. Rebel agents brutally executed him before he could escape. Although some people may disagree with assassination, haven't we all hoped someone would stop the Phoenix? Rest in peace, Michaelson.

2829.2169 - Harabec will be missed!

UMBRAL THORN:

We grieve at the loss of the Phoenix. His spirit will live on in the deeds of those who strike for freedom. As an act of solidarity with our brothers and sisters on Mars, we're killing a mess of Imperial bootboys today.

2829.2170 - Navarre calls on rebels to cease resistance.

IMPERIAL POLICE (Mars):

Director Navarre believes the death of the Phoenix should make the rebels far easier for Imperial Police patrols to contain. "The Phoenix had a certain dark charisma. Now he's out of the way. Perhaps the rebels should think twice before continuing their campaign of terror."

2829.2171 - We're going to kill you, Navarre!

VOICE OF FREE MARS:

Okay, Navarre, it doesn't take an orbital plotter to see who Michaelson's handler was. Pray that you can breathe concrete, asshole.

2829.2172 - Sorry to disappoint you, "Chief."

PHOENIX:

Nice try, Navarre, but the reports of my demise were greatly exaggerated. I'm alive and well. Hope you like the boxes we sent Michaelson home in.

2829.2485 - "Phoenix" message is a rebel trick!

IMPERIAL POLICE (Mars):

Despite the recent Omni-Web message allegedly from the Phoenix, the traitor has not been active on the battlefield, and our pilots have made no sightings of the Phoenix's trademark colors. That message is a trick to deceive citizens of the Empire.

2829.2564 - Imperial Police regroup.

NEWS NET:

Imperial Security Director Navarre confirmed reports that the rebels appear demoralized, and lack the innovation that marked the strategies used under the Phoenix. Imperial Police are gaining ground over the Martian insurgents, and "the Chief" believes the rebellion will be over by June.

2829.2643 - Orderly withdrawal from Victoria.

IMPERIAL POLICE (Mars):

Dispatch units to support our forces retreating from Victoria. The Chief is pulling out. Standard double cover formations. Don't let the reb ghosts slip inside the second perimeter. They should be busy enough with the thermal charges we seeded behind us, though. There won't be much Victoria for them to occupy.

2829.2704 - Imperial Police regroup.

NEWS NET:

Imperial Security Director Navarre has relocated his staff to the Imperial Police facility at Carter Flats. The structures there are heavily fortified and well-defended. Navarre could not be reached for comment, but his office says the Director wants to use the high-security communications uplink at the Carter Flats base during the final push against the insurgents.

2829.2759 - New policy for checkpoints.

NAVARRE:

Arrest, search, confiscate. Loyal citizens will cooperate wholeheartedly. Interrogate and then shoot any detainees who protest. Leave their bodies in the dust.

2829.2762 - Imperial strikeforce burns for Mars!

IMPERIAL NAVY:

Imperial Strikeforce "Red Whirlwind," led by Grand Master Caanon Weathers, accelerated out of Luna's orbit a few moments ago, bound for Mars. The larger Imperial Fleet is still mustering, and will follow when transfer orbits are better aligned. Mars will become a convincing example of Imperial might.

2829.2763 - This is wrong!

DYSTOPIAN SNO-MEN:

Whee! Wave flags. Cheer for our happy fascist deathsquad. WAKE UP, PEOPLE!

2829.2764 - Navarre says Imperial patience is over.

NEWS NET:

Imperial Security Director Navarre announced new policies aimed at breaking rebel resistance. "The rebels have a substantial network of sympathizers who undermine Imperial efforts and lend sustenance to the terrorists in the field. We've been lenient with these people until now, but my patience is at an end! Now we will crush them under our heels like the vermin they are...."

2829.2890 - New procedures following arrest.

NAVARRE:

I don't care if detainees are civilian noncombatants. If they're native Martians, kill them.

2829.3006 - Mission: Retrieve rebel fugitives from safehouse.

Mission: Under The Gun

Location: Tharsis City

Campaign: Yoke Offensive

Date: 2829.3006

Briefing:

Political problems here, duster. Too many people have doubts about me after finding out I used to be an Imperial Knight. So I have to give you my strike crew. Take care of 'em, huh?

OK...Routine op today:

Some of our people made it to a safehouse in a residential node of Tharsis City. Just slip in and bring 'em home. There's an access tunnel near the node, part of the old Starbright network. Use it.

Good luck, Striker One. Bring my crew back alive, you roj?

Success:

Christ and Hunter, that was a mess! Amazing you made it outta there, duster. Stay cool, OK? I got medics standing by.

Bastards. We'll pay 'em back. I promise.

By the way, the rumors are true. My brother Caanon's on his way to Mars with an Imperial strikeforce...and he's good. Real good. So watch your six.

Failure:

Mission failure. The Imperial trap succeeded in destroying the convoy.

2829.3023 - Valiant Police strike deadly blow at rebels!

NEWS NET:

Imperial Police dealt a serious blow to rebel forces in Tharsis, Melas, and Ophir a short time ago, catching rebel raiders as they struck at civilian settlements. Citizens were evacuated safely, and the rebels sustained heavy losses. The rebels expected easy pickings, says a jubilant Security Director Navarre. "They walked right into our little mouse trap!"

2829.3024 - No mercy, Navarre. By your rules.

PHOENIX:

Only an utter scumbag would use innocent civilians as bait! No mercy, Navarre! You're gonna be the first one up against the wall when we win. Count on it, murderer. Your days are numbered.

2829.3035 - The Empire murdered innocent families in Tharsis!

VOICE OF FREE MARS:

So this is how the high-and-mighty Empire plays, huh? Shooting suspects in the head? Murdering unarmed civilians? Putting children in prison camps? Guess what, stiffs? Freedom always wins in the end!

2829.3039 - Navarre denies baseless rebel accusations.

NEWS NET:

Imperial Security Director Navarre brushes aside rebel propaganda alleging Imperial atrocities. "They're insane, obviously," he says gently. "Imperial Police protect Martian citizens, especially innocent children. Only the guilty need be terrified."

2829.3041 - We're shakin' in our boots, Lice!

VOICE OF FREE MARS:

Oh, yeah, Mister Director, we're terrified all right. We're so terrified, we're on our way to Carter Flats to stick your head on a pike. We're so terrified, we're cutting cards for the chance to be the one to grab you by the ears and do the honors.

2829.3063 - Imperial Police win great victory at Capri!

NEWS NET:

Imperial Security forces on Mars pulled back after pummeling Martian insurgents in fierce combat at Capri Station. Police pilots attempted to minimize collateral damage to civilians who were exposed to the line of fire through rebel recklessness.

2829.3069 - Lice slaughter civilian hostages!

VOICE OF FREE MARS:

Is Navarre insane? The Lice used truckloads of innocent prisoners as cover for their Hercs at Capri. Then they vaped the trucks on the way out! This is "minimizing collateral damage"? Bastards!

2829.3070 - Updated policy for checkpoints.

NAVARRE:

Yes, well... nobody's really innocent anymore, don't you see?

2829.3100 - Mercury out of contact with Imperial Navy.

NEWS NET:

Solar flares continue to block communications with Mercury. The Navy has removed its Mercury-based ships to distant orbit and configured shield systems to wait out the storm. Signal interference is producing unusual sensor readings from sunside.

2829.3102 - Imperial Police defeat Martian rebels!

NAVARRE:

The situation is completely under control. Advise the Imperial Council that Martian pacification requires extermination of the majority of the Martian population, and tell them war is hell, but that character always counts in the end.

2829.3103 - Mission: Take out the Imperial Police base at Carter Flats.

Mission: Beheading the Snake

Location: Carter Flats

Campaign: Yoke Offensive

Date: 2829.3103

Briefing:

Time to cut the head off the snake, duster.

Navarre's holed up at his HQ at Carter Flats. We've shelled it for the past fifty hours. The Lice are dug in, waiting for reinforcements from Melas and Ophir, so I want to finish this now.

You're it, Striker One. Take your crew in and blast out what's left of the defensive turrets. Just paint targets and let the artillery do the work.

Watch for mines. We already lost some recon units to proximity charges. When you've secured the compound, find Navarre.

Let's take this murderer down.

Success:

Well, duster, we did it. We won. Mars is now a free world.

There's a few pockets of Imperial Police left -- but they'll keep. Don't party too hard, hey? Caanon's going to be here soon, and the Knights are no way soft like the Imp Lice.

But hell, that's tomorrow! Tonight -- I'm breakin' out that scotch we liberated in Victoria! Let's celebrate!

Failure:

Mission failure. The Imperial Police at Carter Flats continue to hold out. Inspired by Navarre's stand, other Lice squads have dug in and are fighting that much harder. Doesn't look like we'll be able to break them completely before the Knights get here.

2829.3117 - Slaughter on Mars! Emperor swears vengeance!

NEWS NET:

Sources say the insurgents on Mars slaughtered the last of the Imperial Security Forces at Carter Flats this morning, accepting no surrender. Security Director Navarre was murdered immediately upon capture. The Emperor declared a day of mourning and swore the traitor Harabec would face a like fate.

2829.3118 - Navarre got what he deserved!

VOICE OF FREE MARS:

Hey, Navarre, how's your new candlegun facial? You got the same mercy you gave our families and friends, and like many of them, there's not enough left of you to bury. Hope you're burning in Hell, asshole.

2829.3120 - We lost the chance for real justice!

PHOENIX:

Damn it, I thought I made it clear we needed Navarre alive to stand trial! We have to show the people of the Empire what was really going on here, and expose Navarre's insanity. Those MLF idiots squandered a priceless opportunity...

2829.3293 - We surrender.

IMPERIAL POLICE (Mars):

We surrender. We ask that when you rebels consider our fate, remember that not all of us carried out Navarre's orders... especially toward the end.

2829.3529 - Grand Fleet leaves for Mars.

IMPERIAL NAVY:

The Grand Fleet departed from Luna to quell the hostilities on Mars. ETA is three months standard. Expected mission will be to resupply the Knights and commence mop-up of surviving rebel forces. His Imperial Majesty has ordered that Mars be taught a lasting lesson, and we are it.

2829.3540 - We won today and we'll win tomorrow!

VOICE OF FREE MARS:

One tyrant's gone, and the Empire's sending others to put us back under the boot. Fine! We won't break, Teddies. We stay free.

2829.3844 - Knights prepare for drop onto Mars.

NEWS NET:

Strikeforce Red Whirlwind approaches Mars. Excitement in the dropship bays is high as our valiant Knights prepare their Hercs. "The dustrags are our meat now," says Knight-Captain 'Jaguar.' "We'll hit the dust firing." We wish the Knights luck!

2829.3849 - Unconditional surrender. Now.

ICEHAWK:

Brother, you have our terms. Think hard. In less than one hour, we drop. Then it's Armageddon for your rebellion.

2829.3850 - Simple answer for you, Caanon.

PHOENIX:

Suck dust. We stay free.

2829.3851 - The Knights have met the enemy.

IMPERIAL NAVY (Mars):

The Knights have dropped onto Mars and are engaging enemy forces at Carter Flats. The last place to fall to the rebels will be the first liberated by Red Whirlwind. Planethead LZs will be secured per standard operating procedures.

2829.3858 - Landing zones are secure.

IMPERIAL NAVY (Mars):

A staging area has been established at Carter Flats. The Knights are expanding the perimeter and preparing to move hunter-killer teams out. The flag of Empire flies again on Mars.

2829.3860 - Your Knights are bloodied, bro.

PHOENIX:

Not bad, Caanon. But your crews took some heavy hits. Not the walk through the nursery you expected, is it? And we've only just begun.

2829.3861 - Spare me, Harabec.

ICEHAWK:

We're not the Imperial Police, brother. You left more than a few dead pilots behind when you withdrew.

2829.3862 - Victory at Carter Flats!

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2829.3863 - >>Knights<< battle Fourth Planet animals.

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2829.4333 - Knights reach Victoria!

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2829.4380 - The rebels are using mercenary assistance.

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2829.4391 - Mercs offer Knights a challenge!

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2829.4392 - NewsNet reporters need to exercise discretion.

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2829.4441 - Knights hit the mercs at Rio!

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2829.4450 - Gonna be a furball at Rio, Teddies!

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2829.4665 - Knights take Rio de Luz!

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2829.5060 - Knights probe deep into rebel territory.

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2829.5061 - Knights get their ribbons scorched.

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2829.5062 - The Knights probe deep...

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2829.5068 - Mission: Stop the advancing Imperial Knights from taking Ophir Station.

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2829.5079 - Victorious Knights pursue shattered rebel forces.

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2829.6342 - Investigation of sunside anomalies initiated.

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2829.6343 - The rebels used the "Cybrid" ruse before.

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2829.6700 - It isn't over yet! We stay free!

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2829.6895 - The Knights are winning. Emperor recommends rebels surrender.

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2829.6921 - Rebels post obscene cartoon to O-Web.

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2829.6922 - His Imperial Majesty certainly looks limber, doesn't he?

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2829.6999 - Rebels strike overcome by courageous Knights.

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2829.7005 - The odds are even now, Teddies! Eat dust!

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2829.7539 - Knights have rebels on the defensive

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2829.7601 - TDF concerned about anomalies.

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2829.7642 - Drone lost due to solar flares.

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2829.7884 - Last chance, brother.

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2829.7885 - You know my answer

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2829.7886 - So be it. Time's up.

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2829.7887 - We stay free!

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2829.7888 - Colonies wait for outcome of Martian rebellion.

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2829.7890 - Mercury out of contact with Imperial Navy.

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2829.7891 - Something's splashing O-Web!

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2829.7892 - GLORIA compromised...

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2829.7893 - Losing***link***zz*

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2829.7894 - O-Web crashed! Local commlinks unreliable...

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2829.7896 - Recalling all units for immediate departure, Code Gold.

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2829.7897 - They're running! Take 'em out!

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2829.7899 - Mission: Destroy Imperial Landing Zone.

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2829.7910 - Caanon surrenders! But what's happening on Earth?

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2829.8613 - The Cybrids have invaded. We are at war!

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2829.9400 - Cybrids are coming...

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2829.9496 - Imperial Knights and free Martians form Alliance.

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2830.0007 - We must persevere if humanity is to survive!

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2830.1411 - Mission: Hold off a Cybrid invasion at Haldane Station while Mars is evacuated.

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2830.1518 - Bring it on, glitches!

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2830.2300 - Trojan Horse Cybrids on Venus!

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2830.2325 - Welcome, Alliance!

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2830.2326 - Where's the TDF?

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2830.2327 - TDF already left Venus.

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2830.2330 - We need reinforcements!

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2830.2331 - These guys are optimists! We're hosed!

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2830.2333 - Mercury survivors are almost ready to land near Drachensatem!

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2830.2335 - Mission: Defend incoming TDF ships from Cybrid attack.

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2830.2344 - Alliance wins victory on Venus!

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2830.2387 - Human Alliance strikes back at glitches!

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2830.2538 - Glitch infiltrators are slaughtering us! Stay alert!

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2830.2575 - Dig in, people! There's nowhere to run!

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2830.2610 - Toasters incoming! Pull back!

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2830.2633 - Destroy humans of "Venus."

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2830.2642 - Mission: Locate and report position of Cybrid "Nexus".

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2830.2950 - Fall back to Sa Thauri...!

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2830.3577 - Carson calling...!

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2830.3974 - Alliance prepares to leave Venus.

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2830.4180 - Guardian crew will hold the rearguard.

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2830.4189 - Mission: Defend the last human-held Venusian outpost from the Cybrids.

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2830.4286 - Good luck, Alliance!

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2830.5307 - Cybrids on the North Pole!

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2830.6000 - Fierce fighting*****ther Earth as TDF cont***resist adv**glitches

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2830.6414 - Don't despair. We're not done yet.

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2830.6775 - This is Melanie. Is anybody listening?

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2830.6827 - Imperial Fleet crippled. We have lost Earth's sky.

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2830.7974 - We can't find Melanie...

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2830.7975 - Here I am!

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2830.7975 - OK, we're coming!

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2830.8932 - Drachensatem calling ... falling ...!

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2831.1224 - The Navy will assist with the Alliance plan.

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2831.3336 - Dies Irae will save humanity!

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2831.5454 - Mayday! Mayday!

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2831.8687 - The glitches are in the building. Prepare for attack!

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2831.8689 - Surrender, Dorothy! Or we'll eat your hearts.

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2831.8690 - The Dies Irae is loading! Dig in!

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2831.8698 - <We> will exterminate your precious ones.

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2831.8699 - Mission: Defend the launch of the Dies Irae.

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2831.8715 - Dies Irae successfully launched!

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2831.8717 - We kicked ass, people!

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2831.8748 - Long Patrol priority transmission!

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2832.1439 - Mission: Commandeer a Cybrid transport.

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2832.1664 - Earth Orbit defenses gone ... last stand Earthside.

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2832.1831 - It's all or nothing!

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2832.1850 - Hope is our greatest weapon.

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2832.4779 - Mission: Use the captured Cybrid transport to drop onto Pluto.

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2832.4780 - Do you feel the cold, human\\vermin? You have come far to die.

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2832.4780 - Pull it together!

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2832.4781 - Error\\inefficiency. Alter//reconfigure defensive program.

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2832.4782 - Lost contact with the Emperor!

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2832.4783 - Cybrid invasion is here!

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2832.4784 - Mission: Proceed to Nav Omega as quickly as possible.

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2832.4785 - Last message.

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2832.4786 - Update on Titan!

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2832.4788 - Proceed to Nav Omega.

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2832.4789 - Defend//shield Prometheus!

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2832.4790 - It's time.

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2832.4791 - Mission: Destroy Prometheus.

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