*A loud series of beeps, in morse code, and several variations of such, different languages and dialects rings out through the wide band in an incredibly late fashion. Accompanying this blaring salute is a post on starnet, with a government seal, and assorted text.* TODAY A LIGHT ON THE WALL HAS DIMMED, DISPHOTIC GUARD EIGHT, A WARRIOR TO THE ETERNAL TWILIGHT OF THE EMPIRE HAS BEEN FALLEN IN SERVICE, MAY PEACE BE WITH HIM ON HIS JOURNEY INTO THE RIVER OF LIFE. THIS HAS BEEN A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT MAY PEACE LIGHT YOUR PATH WHEREVER YOU MAY BE. *The three dots of the Hylotl Empire flicker and wane beneath the writing, message being about as late as the distance the government is from the Antares sector.*
A trailing message from a ship in Antares is pinged in all directions (especially back), but considering the distance, it'll take a while to reach... "...Is not understand! Am Eight. Am not dead. Well- is probably. Maybe is somewhere else, dead. But is not me dead! Wrongs!"
Turn yourself in, you murderer! You don't just run free whenever you snap a store clerk's neck and run away! Turn yourself in at Gum! -TachiNoNo ((Tachi's profile))
From: [email protected] The ultimate aggression - tarnishing the his murderer ultimately. May peace shine on him always, flowing forward. May peace light our path through grief and sorrow. -Isoko Shisakana -
