An excerpt from Stal and Mike's conversation
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Mike- Simon always was jealous of me, I always out-performed him in combat skills, weapons, and piloting. The only things he was ever good at were technology and deception.
Stal- Wait, who's Simon?
Mike- ... Oh, right... You wouldn't know him by name, um... Let's try, um, commander?
Stal- You knew the commander!?
Mike- Yeah, we go way back, rivals from the first day at the academy. When we graduated, we went seperate ways. I advanced quickly, really quickly. But, by the time I was in reach of my goal, combat instructor, he had made it to commander. Apparently, using his various contacts, he lied, twisted, and backstabbed all the way to the top. Even more so, the night before his big promotion, his father invited him over for a drink. Suspiciously, the lights went out halfway between a bottle of Whisky and Vodka, and when they came on his father was found in a pool of blood and a knife in his back. Later, he stopped me and many others from getting the jobs we wanted. He used his pretended grief to secure his position further. He wanted me and some other teachers to be pushed to the side or eliminated. He knew that in letting us teach, we would help the new generation realize what he has done, and how to overthrow him. The whole bluechip delivery was a setup. Sure, that was another organization, sure the bluechip is important, but he played it perfectly, all up untill Shrak and Jacob.
Stal- What about Hacim?
Mike- Hacim, he was the guy who did most of Simon's dirty work, but that wasn't me, i havaae a hunch though...
Stal- So he sent my squadron in to finish the job?
Mike- Exactly.
Stal- So what can we do?
Mike- Well, the next commander would be C4, a friend of mine...
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