Some time in Terran Autumn, 2321
Wang Bing Po (Hill that overlooks the Ice), an abandoned mineshaft of Taksi, Nurhaci Gas Giant System, of the greater Shen Zhou System
Wang Bing Po wasn't a single location, but a bundle of manpower and equipment that changed from location to location, whenever the local space command discovered their current headquarters. Sometimes Wang Bing Po actually did reside in a mineshaft above ice level, buried in one of the frozen, earthen hills scattered across the moon. Sometimes it betrayed its namesake, instead sinking deep into the ice, into one of the bubbles created by water extraction. Regardless, the same interior characteristics largely remained the same: a fission powerplant, a suite of life support, the most minimal of lounging, and a vast array of computers and passive communication equipment. All that was necessary to maintain a pirate operation in this system that was armed to the teeth.
The heart of Wang Bing Po, the crew, didn't need much anyways. They were all biologically and cybernetically augmented, one way or the other, thus depended less on the comfort of one-Earth-gravity. Ex-military, disillusionists, opportunists, united in their contempt of the state. They worked for the highest bidder, either corporate or a foreign government entity, but as long as they got paid, they didn't care who, how, or with, including the greatest enemies of the Great Heavenly State, the Daqinren. Today though, their might start to, as they watched the news on their individual datapads.
It came from the Shen Zhou Central Reporting, SZCR, a respectable news outlet for the majority, a propaganda machine for the few who dared criticize openly. Cameras pointed to a central square in Ri Li, the capital of the system located on Wu Zetian, bathed in the desert heat and bright sunlight. Drones armed with cameras and pistols flew overhead. Soldiers, blank faced, dressed in Thunder-Class battle armor stood to attention, forming a perimeter around the square. A stone faced man stood behind a podium. Du'ong Bin An, the Chief Executive of the Bureau of State Security, overlooked six prisoners in bright neon jumpsuits, kneeling on the ground, each supervised by a soldier, with two additional soldiers flanking the line. An then looked up to the crowd, and began to speak.
"Weeks ago the Magnetic Assembly launched a successful assault on our SLE occupied by the American Union, hindering our communication with our brethren in the Heaven Forged Republic. However, our own developments of a mobile SLE have come to fruition, allowing some semblance of normalcy. More importantly, today, I present to you two Daqinren and four traitors." He gestured to the prisoners as the crowd booed in disgust. The Daqinren were visibly indistinguishable to the normal human, but it wasn't too difficult for them to change between their human and more animalistic forms, provided the right facilities. "As FTL travel shutdown for most of our state, they found their retreat cutoff and were driven to panic, ultimately resulting in their capture. Today, they will face the consequences of espionage, piracy, and treason. Guards, conduct the execution."
The soldiers mechanically aimed their rifles at the backs of the prisoners' heads and pulled the trigger without hesitation. One could make out one of the prisoners growling in protest, before their brain matter was splattered across the square grounds, the brief roar of gunfire echoing across the surrounding buildings. After a brief silence, the crowd cheered, An looked up to the cameras, still stone faced. "This is a message to all remaining traitorous sympathizers in the system. We know exactly how many Daqinren remain, and a good idea of your whereabouts as well. Hand them over to the state, and we will grant you a full pardon of all previous crimes. Else, face humiliation." He gestured to the dead bodies that splayed before him, already attracting fly-analogs in the heat.
Wang Bing Po (Hill that overlooks the Ice), an abandoned mineshaft of Taksi, Nurhaci Gas Giant System, of the greater Shen Zhou System
Wang Bing Po wasn't a single location, but a bundle of manpower and equipment that changed from location to location, whenever the local space command discovered their current headquarters. Sometimes Wang Bing Po actually did reside in a mineshaft above ice level, buried in one of the frozen, earthen hills scattered across the moon. Sometimes it betrayed its namesake, instead sinking deep into the ice, into one of the bubbles created by water extraction. Regardless, the same interior characteristics largely remained the same: a fission powerplant, a suite of life support, the most minimal of lounging, and a vast array of computers and passive communication equipment. All that was necessary to maintain a pirate operation in this system that was armed to the teeth.
The heart of Wang Bing Po, the crew, didn't need much anyways. They were all biologically and cybernetically augmented, one way or the other, thus depended less on the comfort of one-Earth-gravity. Ex-military, disillusionists, opportunists, united in their contempt of the state. They worked for the highest bidder, either corporate or a foreign government entity, but as long as they got paid, they didn't care who, how, or with, including the greatest enemies of the Great Heavenly State, the Daqinren. Today though, their might start to, as they watched the news on their individual datapads.
It came from the Shen Zhou Central Reporting, SZCR, a respectable news outlet for the majority, a propaganda machine for the few who dared criticize openly. Cameras pointed to a central square in Ri Li, the capital of the system located on Wu Zetian, bathed in the desert heat and bright sunlight. Drones armed with cameras and pistols flew overhead. Soldiers, blank faced, dressed in Thunder-Class battle armor stood to attention, forming a perimeter around the square. A stone faced man stood behind a podium. Du'ong Bin An, the Chief Executive of the Bureau of State Security, overlooked six prisoners in bright neon jumpsuits, kneeling on the ground, each supervised by a soldier, with two additional soldiers flanking the line. An then looked up to the crowd, and began to speak.
"Weeks ago the Magnetic Assembly launched a successful assault on our SLE occupied by the American Union, hindering our communication with our brethren in the Heaven Forged Republic. However, our own developments of a mobile SLE have come to fruition, allowing some semblance of normalcy. More importantly, today, I present to you two Daqinren and four traitors." He gestured to the prisoners as the crowd booed in disgust. The Daqinren were visibly indistinguishable to the normal human, but it wasn't too difficult for them to change between their human and more animalistic forms, provided the right facilities. "As FTL travel shutdown for most of our state, they found their retreat cutoff and were driven to panic, ultimately resulting in their capture. Today, they will face the consequences of espionage, piracy, and treason. Guards, conduct the execution."
The soldiers mechanically aimed their rifles at the backs of the prisoners' heads and pulled the trigger without hesitation. One could make out one of the prisoners growling in protest, before their brain matter was splattered across the square grounds, the brief roar of gunfire echoing across the surrounding buildings. After a brief silence, the crowd cheered, An looked up to the cameras, still stone faced. "This is a message to all remaining traitorous sympathizers in the system. We know exactly how many Daqinren remain, and a good idea of your whereabouts as well. Hand them over to the state, and we will grant you a full pardon of all previous crimes. Else, face humiliation." He gestured to the dead bodies that splayed before him, already attracting fly-analogs in the heat.
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