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Press Conference

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Jack on Sat Sep 10, 2005 8:08 am

Waking with a snap, he realized that his personal sidearm was out at the throat of Heero Yuy himself. As his vision adjusted to the dim light in the cabin, he realized that this enigma was not Heero Yuy, but it was Daigotsu, his loyal companion. Withdrawing the gun, his comrade began to speak.

"We are approaching the Sanc Kingdom now. It is time to give your broadcast to ENN."

Zechs leaned over to the panel beside him, and typed a couple numbers in. The comlink immediately opened, and he began to speak.

"Ex-preventer Zechs Marquise here. No longer shall I be called a Peacecraft. The family line does not need to be tainted by such bloodshed. As Relena no longer is called a Peacecraft, nor am I. She lives and knows the same principals by which every man of every faith can embrace. They are not polite suggestions. Not to cross the boundaries into true corruption. But to keep the human spirit afloat. But if you do, you will reap it! Mankind has the spirit of an animal. There is only primal instinct at the core of the human mind. We live for combat. Peace no longer suits the people of Earth. I hope that those of you who live on the colonies can once more begin the waltz with which we are all so familiar. War, peace, and revolution shall be the noises of our music as we play this song destined to be the soundtrack to an old breed of man. One which everyone should learn to respect. We are the Earthborne, and this is our revolution. Zechs out."
Zechs once again punched in a couple numbers as the craft landed, and stood up.
"Well, time to feed the masses..."
The platform lowered, and there was the crowd, cheering, ready for his statement.
"I believe that my speech will suffice to answer most questions. However, if there are any that remain unanswered, please ask them now. I am a very busy man..."
"Is than an unfair advantage?"
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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Daigotsu on Sat Sep 10, 2005 12:51 pm

OOC: I'ma take over part of the fun little reporters horde. These posts have nothing to do with Daigotsu in any way.

The reporters clamor around, attempting to ask questions before one is finally chosen.

"Mr. President, some people would call your attitude extremist, even though it is in retaliation. What do you have to say to these people?"

Soon, another reporter chimes in,

"What about the people who would rather just let the colonies rule us than goto war again? Shouldn't what they want matter as well?"

Another, louder and angrier report jumps in,

"How big of a force do you plan to take in to blow those damn colonial bastards away?"
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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby MeiaGisborn on Sat Sep 10, 2005 1:05 pm

Kim Zainab approached the scene of clamoring, no good, amateur reporters. She smiled to herself and looked at her camera man.

"Duck and punch Kyle, duck and punch."

They both ran toward the crowd, ducking and punching useless reporters out of the way until they got to the very front, slamming one reporter to the ground who has just finished asking, "How big of a force do you plan to take in to blow those damn colonial bastards away?"

Kim brushes her hair out of her face and straightens up.


What kind of damned question is that? hmph!, she thought to herself.

The camera man, Kyle, turns his attention to her and starts broadcasting.

""Kim Zainab, LIVE at a press conference in the Sanc Kingdom where earth leader former named Milliardo Peacecraft has just annouced that he would no longer be called a Peacecraft. Kim Zainab to learn more about this.""

Kyle hands Kim her pistol and she fires it in the air for silence and attention. She then turns her back on the wide-eyed and stunned reporters and to the big broadcast screen. She waits for the earth leader to answer the other's questions before she proceeds to ask her own.

"Get it all down Kyle."
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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Jack on Sat Sep 10, 2005 1:07 pm

Looking over the croud of reporters and journaliests he nodded in the direction of one reporter and listened to what he had to say. Replying he kept a solem face.

"Extremiest? I simply have a comman ambition to free the people of earth from empowerment. In the case of being classified as too extreme, I disown it. My ways are put in a fundamentally profficient way."

Looking over at the bustling reportered he waited for one to take charge. Another came from the croud and lifted his pen , begining his question. Listening carefull he responded calmly.

"The people who want to be ruled by the colonies should be passed from our memories. People like that are extremiests in their own case, no doubt that these are coloniests born and raised on the colonies and brought here. They are not welcome to have a say in this confentation."

At the end of his reply he looked on at a snappy reporter shout out. Hearing his question he jerked a smile and answered.

"If a confrentation cannot be avoided we will use everything within our power to punish them. As for the coloniests here on earth I am issuing a decree for them to return to their colonies. And furthurmore the out of earth nations such as the colonies will not be permitted to enter the earth's range. The earth from this day on will be reserved for the earthborne, the people we're fighting to protect."

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby MeiaGisborn on Sat Sep 10, 2005 1:13 pm

Kim turns to the screen and laughs out loud. Once again the reporters were looking at her in that strange manner and she just rolls her eyes and asks her question.

"You abandoned your previous name Mr..Marquise to not have that bloodshed on the family line but yet...you are driving forth a violence action against the colonies in this name of yours. Oh I see...so you rather put bloodshed on Marquise than on the honorable Peacecraft, is that it?"

Kyle smiles and Kim arches an eyebrow and waits for the earth leader's answer.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Jack on Sat Sep 10, 2005 1:21 pm

His face when back to the solem look once again. With the reporter firing a quite nosey question he looked down on her and replied in a standard tone.

"Bloodshed? You're gravely mistaken. There should be no reason to result in bloodshed unless our comprimises arent met. I've changed my name for the purpose other than you propose, even though. Marquise, will enforce the ideas graced by his own inititive and goals. Wearing a Peacecraft name will go against the simplicity of their ways. In all due respect, my goals would be opposed by Peacecraft's original decision."

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Daigotsu on Sat Sep 10, 2005 1:21 pm

As soon as Zechs answers the question, the viewscreen behind him suddenly changes from a picture of the president to the motion blurred picture of a man in a mask. The colors are also distorted, removing any chance of a clear picture being visible.

"Leaders of Earth Sphere, your actions will not be tolerated if you persist with them. Nothing gives you the right to decide that you are better than another human being. If war is brought about, both you and the Colonial leaders will learn the true meaning of the words pain and destruction. The Shadowlands will not tolerate any action that goes against the peace of this world, do you understand?"

The image suddenly cuts out, returning to the same image that it was before, of Zechs upon the stage.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby MeiaGisborn on Sat Sep 10, 2005 1:35 pm

Kim had leaned extra close when the image appeared and looked at Kyle when the screen went back to normal. Once again she arched her eyebrows.

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"What was that? Did you get that"

He nods and turns to film the commotion that was now going on because of the words that has just been said. One reporter was furiously speaking into his recorder and others were now screaming over others voices trying to ask the earth leader who was that on the screen. Kim remains silent just staring. Something odd was taking place. Kyle turns to look at her.

"Just film Kyle. Film."

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Jack on Sat Sep 10, 2005 1:42 pm

Looking straight forward in a slight shocked form. Relaxing up he smiled at the clip as the reporteres quietened up then called up a rumble. Looking around he announced

"These are the people we are protecting earth from. The people we are restricting to their homes. We cannot afford to have terroriests of this type roaming within our community, we must protect ourselves."

Taking a deep breath and straightening himself out once more he turned his head to the side, looking like he was directing his attention behind him , but not directly. He spoke in loud and clear words

"And here is Daigotsu to answer any questions you may have for him."

He weilded him on stage with a round of applause and stepped back into the background as the foreground focused on him.

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When Daigotsu moves onto the stage, it's almost as though he isn't stepping at all. The bottom of his hakamas flutter as he walks, sun glistening off of his ivory mempo. Stepping up to the microphone, Daigotsu looks around slowly, smiling.

"The terrorist group known as The Shadowlands shall not cause us any issues in the upcoming war. Any acts that they commit will be dealt with in a swift, and deadly manner. Whether it's in a hand to hand fight, or we are in our mechs, I will see to it personally that all members of this group are destroyed. Now, do we have any other questions?"

Looking through the crowd, he points to a reporter,

Reporter: "Before today, nobody had ever heard of you. What makes you think that we should take your word on this promise?"

Placing a hand upon his chin, Daigotsu rubs it slowly,

"Well, if the president's word isn't enough to back me, I guess I can think of something. How about my mask? Is it mysterious enough for you? Because without me, YOU WILL NOT BE ABLE TO STOP THE SHADOWLANDS!"

As he says this, he leans forward and screams it into the microphone. Rolling his shoulder, he leans back and collects himself.

"Any intellegent questions?"

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Zach_Rendar on Sun Sep 11, 2005 12:58 am

The man once known as Milliardo Peacecraft had left the main room of the press conference, letting a confidante take his place to answer some more trivial questions. The room he was in was flanked on the left and right by large, upright windows, presumably to give the occupant a panoramic view of the Sanc Kingdom, from the mountains to the sea. However, low on an adjacent building's rooftop, dressed in black, Zach slinked to get a better view.

In his mind, for years now, he had asked himself,
Is it more cruel to kill someone who's outgrown their usefulness, or to leave them to rot, feeding on their own souls? He never knew the answer until he thought of Milliardo, who had led White Fang, who had led his troops to a symbolic victory, who was regarded as a hero to many in the Earthsphere, despite him threatening to destroy all life upon it with Libra so many years ago... who had thrown aside his medic, with the rest of the White Fang remnants.

Zach trained the scope of his rifle towards the heart of his target. Milliardo Peacecraft, the war hero with the horrid past, and Zechs Marquise, unopposed ruler of the Earthsphere, would both die within two shots.

KRACKOW

Zach's bullet tore through the glass window, whirred through the room, and drove itself through the ribs and into the lung of the bodyguard standing to Zechs' right. He fell to the ground with a scream, his fellows abandoning their post to help him, leaving Zechs exposed to the left, where Okami was waiting in hiding. Zach smiled as he saw the look of barely-hidden surprise, and possibly fear on Zechs' face.

Not wanting to linger for investigative squads to close in on him, Zach picked up his rifle and ran from rooftop to rooftop, a broad smile emerging from his features as he heard a second gunshot pierce the night air.


"May your aim have been true, Okami."

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby MeiaGisborn on Sun Sep 11, 2005 1:09 am

Kim nods to Kyle and he turns off the camera and sighs exhausted from heaving up the camera so high for so long.

"Sorry buddy. Lets ship out. I have somewhere for us to go."

Kyle sighs and puts the camera in the camera bag and follows behind the tall, slender figure of Kim.

"Zai? Can...can we get some lunch before the next report?"

His voice sounded scared and Kim felt sorry for him for once. Sighing she nods, even though she wanted to get down to the reason why the broadcast was cut off so fast.

"BUT MAKE IT FAST KYLE. Don't start hitting on the waitresses down at IHOP now okay?"

Kyle frowns and nods. They turn right at a corner and arrive at IHOP.

"I don't hit on them...they hit on me first", Kyle finally retorts when they enter IHOP.

Kim laughs and smacks Kyle on the back.

"What kind of late comeback is that man? jeez!"

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Warr on Sun Sep 11, 2005 1:30 am

A young man dressed in a dark blue military uniform had been standing in the crowd, a video camera in his hands and it recording the entirety of the action. It had recorded every word of the conference, and the recent icident... in which it seemed a guard of Mr.Marquise had been shot. Well it seemed to be recording it... but it wasn't. It was giving a direct feed to the young politican known as Warren K Mc Cue, or 'Warrius' when he wasn't holding up his politico persona; whom just so happened to be sitting down in a hotel room somewhere in The city of New York, New York.

The young politician sighed deeply as he had saw the last moments of this, and clicked a button on an intercom set up on his suit jacket.


"Tyler, please inform me what you just saw..."

The cameraman answered the politician over intercom.""I beleive... one of Mr.Marquise's men was just shot...""

The young politician cracked his neck, and hopped up from his right leg of left knee sitting position to standing up straight and upright. He looked around his room once or twice before looking at the screen again and click his intercom.

"Continue watching him for a bit..."

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby JimBob on Sun Sep 18, 2005 12:29 am

Okami was laying on her stomach in an abandoned floor of an office building. The windows here were ideal; from floor to ceiling. Okami saw Zach had missed, and knew that she had no options in missing. Okami sighted down her rifle at Milliardo's platinum hair. She aimed the small cross right at his temple, her hands shaking slightly, but enough to jerk the cross off his head. She knew Zach had missed; now it was all up to her. Okami mentally calmed herself, trying to steady her hands; oh, if only she smoked. She bit her lip and squeezed the trigger; for one second, her world whited out in anxiety. She heard a cry of horror, and her a rather strange sound. It had hit the wall. Okami, recoiling in horror, rolled off her stomach and started to flee, in opposite of the direction Zach went in, jumping from roof top to roof top, running because her life depended on it. She finally reached a fire escape and ran down the steps, hearing sirens and people screaming in the direction she had come in.
Okami finally reached the street level and fled down the grimy alley she had just entered, thinking of what would happen if she were caught. Death, and what of MO-V? Surely they would forgive her colony for her transgressions. Surely they would be merciful upon them for her crimes. But hope is a wasted effort in these times, and what right did Okami have to hope? Okami took a sharp turn towards the direction Zach fled in, and began to attempt to catch up to him.

"I apologize for my failure, Mr. Peacecraft."

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