Over the course of history few things remain eternally constant, but when it comes to revolutions there are always those who wish to support it while keeping up a facade for those currently in power, and one piece of support had come to the fine folks in L4. Fifteen men and women had gathered, filling a far from luxurious room with these people who all shared one common goal and enemy, the Directory.
That same directory that had tried to beat them into submission, who loved to pretend to play a caring parent on the surface but now, at the first hint of danger had pulled back nearly all of its soldiers that were supposed to be 'guarding' them to the more luxurious parts of space. A man way past his prime sat at the head of the only table in the room, to some he could seem like any old factory worker, years of work were clearly marked on his physique but the fire in his eyes would betray his real occupation.
The old man silently took out a piece of paper, reading its contents for a last time before he cleared his throat, silencing the room. The man was none other than 'Mason the Unsinkable' one of the few remaining early revolutionaries who in his prime caused more than his fair share of trouble for the directory with nothing more than a Lion. Nowadays however he functioned more as a mission commander.
"Well lets get to business." he said, putting the paper on the table.
"First, welcome to all the new faces and welcome back to all the old ones. Today we're going to be gearing you up for the fight of your lives. I don't think I need to repeat any information about what happened at L5 and what would happen if we were next on the list of targets for those things so lets get to the reason as to why you're all here."
"Everyone got themselves a nice present from one of our friends over in L2, one free Cosmolion or Lion, all you need to do is claim it. They're all going to be ready for immediate use so you wont be defenseless should someone try to interfere." The elderly man pushed the paper forwards.
"So, just so you are all aware. The staff is on our side so don't antagonize 'em, keep this under wraps our donator doesn't want to be implicated and wants us to clean up after ourselves in case of a directory investigation and lastly."
His eyes went to arguably the biggest stand out in the room a girl in armor.
"Remain friendly with our new Valsion pilot, of course the same applies to her. So don't get any funny ideas about messing with the unit itself either."
The old man sighed.
"That'll be all, you have fifteen minutes to prepare and meet at rendezvous point G30 from there you'll enter the facility take what was given and leave."
That same directory that had tried to beat them into submission, who loved to pretend to play a caring parent on the surface but now, at the first hint of danger had pulled back nearly all of its soldiers that were supposed to be 'guarding' them to the more luxurious parts of space. A man way past his prime sat at the head of the only table in the room, to some he could seem like any old factory worker, years of work were clearly marked on his physique but the fire in his eyes would betray his real occupation.
The old man silently took out a piece of paper, reading its contents for a last time before he cleared his throat, silencing the room. The man was none other than 'Mason the Unsinkable' one of the few remaining early revolutionaries who in his prime caused more than his fair share of trouble for the directory with nothing more than a Lion. Nowadays however he functioned more as a mission commander.
"Well lets get to business." he said, putting the paper on the table.
"First, welcome to all the new faces and welcome back to all the old ones. Today we're going to be gearing you up for the fight of your lives. I don't think I need to repeat any information about what happened at L5 and what would happen if we were next on the list of targets for those things so lets get to the reason as to why you're all here."
"Everyone got themselves a nice present from one of our friends over in L2, one free Cosmolion or Lion, all you need to do is claim it. They're all going to be ready for immediate use so you wont be defenseless should someone try to interfere." The elderly man pushed the paper forwards.
"So, just so you are all aware. The staff is on our side so don't antagonize 'em, keep this under wraps our donator doesn't want to be implicated and wants us to clean up after ourselves in case of a directory investigation and lastly."
His eyes went to arguably the biggest stand out in the room a girl in armor.
"Remain friendly with our new Valsion pilot, of course the same applies to her. So don't get any funny ideas about messing with the unit itself either."
The old man sighed.
"That'll be all, you have fifteen minutes to prepare and meet at rendezvous point G30 from there you'll enter the facility take what was given and leave."