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"Admiral, we have not accused them of anything. It's simple fact. We are not calling the Aschen or the Taiyou terrorists, they are terrorists. War criminals. Men and women who kill for power." Styles said, standing from his seat. Jan handed Captain Styles a headset, the man putting it on before moving to leave the bridge.

"They are not unique in this, let's make that clear." Styles said as he and Jan walked, both of them being handed armored vests and utility belts with holsters. "I'm no politician, I'm a soldier who follows orders. And my orders are to kill." Captain Styles told Teller, being hand a pistol which he shoved into his holster.

"Not for power, but to send a message."

Styles and Jan stepped into what might have been an escape pod. Armed men and women already inside and strapped in standing up. Styles strapped himself in, taking a deep breath.

"I can't sum up the message with any class or elegance." He admitted, "I can only say that you've fucked up." With those words Styles removed the headset, tossing it out of the pod as the doors closed.

The forty or so Jupiter Corporation ships fired off the pods. Each spherical in shape, down towards Syntori 8. There had to be a few thousand of them being sent down towards the planet, the speed at which they moved and their quantity making it nearly impossible to stop them all or pinpoint where they'd be landing.

The ships aimed their weapons, some down at the planet and others at SEC ships in the area. They were ready to go to war and do some damage.

They weren't prepared for just a battle, this was a holocaust if they had their way.