and Derek collapsed and the room finally went quiet.
Derek couldn’t tell how much time passed. A screaming blur descended
down to his face. “I just wanted a talk, Derek. Are you so stubborn that
you can’t even grant me that?” Wyatt looked down at half conscious
Derek. “Wake the fuck up, man! You’ve destroyed my moon
headquarters, killed a number of my staff and you even ruined my suit.
WAKE THE FUCK UP!” he yelled as he punched Derek his chair.
“You’ve been sleeping for fourteen hours, my medical staff have spent
their precious time and resources patching you up and this is how you
repay me?! I gotta say, either we are extremely stupid or you are
extremely lucky. You think you can just waltz onto my ship, kill a
bunch of my men and completely take down the United Space Order
Control? You don’t understand, do you? You see how it says ‘United’?
Which represents nations coming together to form us. Your whole life,
those Orbi-Sec bastards have been lurking in the shadows, only letting
you see what you want to see. Before you even met them, did you think
you were free? No! Your job, your life, your dreams – all dictated by
their manipulation. You. Know. Nothing.”
Derek, who finally regained full consciousness, looked back up at Wyatt
and picked himself up off the floor. “You’re wrong” said Derek. Wyatt
stared back at him in slight disbelief “Tell me, have you ever been
outside of Colorado in your life? Who were your adoptive parents like?
Lemme guess, very anti USOC?” This image they’ve planted into your
head of us. Look at any other city, any other country and you can see
all the good we do. Look at Earth. It’s thriving because of us. Because
of our protection, and you think living underground with those mole
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