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"What a mockery is this?!"

After an initial delay on the response from the alien spaceship that came into the orbit of 23 Librae B, they complied with their orders answering in a quite broken english.

The Security detachment of the Type B Destroyer prepared their shuttle and boarded the unknown ship: as they did so and the doors opened, there was first an alarm along the boarding party, as they saw receiving them in the ship some red headed women one of the boarding soldiers quickly identified as KS/P clones -nicknamed Tits-, the clone soldiers of their enemies.

They where quick to draw their weapons, but these Tits where unarmed. They ordered them to raise their arms, but they didn't seemed to understand -neither their macaronic russian telling them to surrender-. But the universal language of a pistol to the face was clear enough for them to raise their hands.

With the crew at gunpoint and hands high, they noticed these Tits uniforms actually weren't the uniform of their enemies: if anything, looked more like their own.

"Like a bad copy of one of our own" one of the boarders said.

"They really aren't either really Tit clones, you know?"

"How you know?!"

"I...I have seen plenty of them" was the answer along with a blush. She wouldn't be recognicing to her ranking officer she had erotic magazines of the enemy hidden in her room!"

The boarding crew proceeded to the deck, where expected them the captain of the ship and one of these false tits who was using a computer to -badly- translate the conversation.

"What language they speak?" one of the boarding soldiers asked to her comrade in a whisper, while their officer spoke to the ships captain: precisely at that moment, they where explaining it was a civilian ship that had been attacked by unknown ships and they had to do an emergency jump to the closer colonized system, and that they where transporting some valuable chemicals.

"I don't know. Sounds like some broken arab, but not quite it." her comrade said.

"What then? Are they from the Umair-Akagi Consortium?" she ventured, thinking of the exoplanetary mining giant.

"Their uniform and equipment doesn't look anything like it"

They would have still wondered about it, but they received new orders: to register the ship: it seemed their officer had largelly bought the story -the battle damage was evident-, but wanted them to check the ship for possible smuggling...

...and damn she was right: under the chemicals containers, they found enough weapons and ammo to equip a small private army!

-and of course, the captain and crew of the ship alleged ignorance.-

Upon this discovery, their officer ordered them to gather all the crew of clones...

And so they where combing the ship for any hidding clone.

"Look at you! You look stupid! Not cool like me, with my POUCHES." she said, as she snapped the leotard of the surrendering clone crewmember.

"Hey, don't harass her." her comrade said.

"Why not?"

"it's not her fault the uniform!"

"What with these people anyway? They have a mockery of our uniforms, they look like a sort of knock-out copy of the Tits... I tell you, since we came to 23 Librae B, it's like we have arrived to Bizarro Universe"

"You know, I actually have a theory there!"

"What would that be?"

"Maybe the people who created these clones are defector scientists?!"

"Defector scientists?!"

"Yeah!"

"Cool!"

"Miss! don't! Please!" the aFra said, but it didn't seemed like the boarders understood her at all. As soon as they entered in the spaceship, it was clear to her: from their uniform style and colours -blue with orange highlights!- they COULDN'T be anything else but a subsidiary company of mercenaries related with Azimuth Pharmaceuticals, the same company she worked for.

But they didn't seem or they didn't wanted to understand, and they where just being generally rude and unpleasant!

She neither could understand why these... unknown aFras that she guessed where mercenaries, would be boarding a ship of Azimuth Pharmaceuticals?

"... GASP!" she thought.

"Maybe they are rebel clones?

... if they are rebel clones, are they recruiting?

Their uniforms are cooler than Azimuth ones!

they have POUCHES!"

A Scene set during the Devart Sector War, known as well as the Goeliathian Wars. During that war, Azimuth Pharmaceuticals did some under the table dealings with the Goeliathian Coalition, which in the end was discovered -and Azimuth ended with a suspension of their membership in the CONIN, aside of engaging in combat with Kasparov CIA corporate forces.-

The unknown boarding group -what Kasparov CIA simply knows as "Sand aFras" for the similitude of uniforms with the aFras of Azimuth, and the mentioned "Tits" in this story are factions and creations of

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"What a mockery is this?!"

After an initial delay on the response from the alien spaceship that came into the orbit of 23 Librae B, they complied with their orders answering in a quite broken english.

The Security detachment of the Type B Destroyer prepared their shuttle and boarded the unknown ship: as they did so and the doors opened, there was first an alarm along the boarding party, as they saw receiving them in the ship some red headed women one of the boarding soldiers quickly identified as KS/P clones -nicknamed Tits-, the clone soldiers of their enemies.

They where quick to draw their weapons, but these Tits where unarmed. They ordered them to raise their arms, but they didn't seemed to understand -neither their macaronic russian telling them to surrender-. But the universal language of a pistol to the face was clear enough for them to raise their hands.

With the crew at gunpoint and hands high, they noticed these Tits uniforms actually weren't the uniform of their enemies: if anything, looked more like their own.

"Like a bad copy of one of our own" one of the boarders said.

"They really aren't either really Tit clones, you know?"

"How you know?!"

"I...I have seen plenty of them" was the answer along with a blush. She wouldn't be recognicing to her ranking officer she had erotic magazines of the enemy hidden in her room!"

The boarding crew proceeded to the deck, where expected them the captain of the ship and one of these false tits who was using a computer to -badly- translate the conversation.

"What language they speak?" one of the boarding soldiers asked to her comrade in a whisper, while their officer spoke to the ships captain: precisely at that moment, they where explaining it was a civilian ship that had been attacked by unknown ships and they had to do an emergency jump to the closer colonized system, and that they where transporting some valuable chemicals.

"I don't know. Sounds like some broken arab, but not quite it." her comrade said.

"What then? Are they from the Umair-Akagi Consortium?" she ventured, thinking of the exoplanetary mining giant.

"Their uniform and equipment doesn't look anything like it"

They would have still wondered about it, but they received new orders: to register the ship: it seemed their officer had largelly bought the story -the battle damage was evident-, but wanted them to check the ship for possible smuggling...

...and damn she was right: under the chemicals containers, they found enough weapons and ammo to equip a small private army!

-and of course, the captain and crew of the ship alleged ignorance.-

Upon this discovery, their officer ordered them to gather all the crew of clones...

And so they where combing the ship for any hidding clone.

"Look at you! You look stupid! Not cool like me, with my POUCHES." she said, as she snapped the leotard of the surrendering clone crewmember.

"Hey, don't harass her." her comrade said.

"Why not?"

"it's not her fault the uniform!"

"What with these people anyway? They have a mockery of our uniforms, they look like a sort of knock-out copy of the Tits... I tell you, since we came to 23 Librae B, it's like we have arrived to Bizarro Universe"

"You know, I actually have a theory there!"

"What would that be?"

"Maybe the people who created these clones are defector scientists?!"

"Defector scientists?!"

"Yeah!"

"Cool!"

"Miss! don't! Please!" the aFra said, but it didn't seemed like the boarders understood her at all. As soon as they entered in the spaceship, it was clear to her: from their uniform style and colours -blue with orange highlights!- they COULDN'T be anything else but a subsidiary company of mercenaries related with Azimuth Pharmaceuticals, the same company she worked for.

But they didn't seem or they didn't wanted to understand, and they where just being generally rude and unpleasant!

She neither could understand why these... unknown aFras that she guessed where mercenaries, would be boarding a ship of Azimuth Pharmaceuticals?

"... GASP!" she thought.

"Maybe they are rebel clones?

... if they are rebel clones, are they recruiting?

Their uniforms are cooler than Azimuth ones!

they have POUCHES!"

A Scene set during the Devart Sector War, known as well as the Goeliathian Wars. During that war, Azimuth Pharmaceuticals did some under the table dealings with the Goeliathian Coalition, which in the end was discovered -and Azimuth ended with a suspension of their membership in the CONIN, aside of engaging in combat with Kasparov CIA corporate forces.-

The unknown boarding group -what Kasparov CIA simply knows as "Sand aFras" for the similitude of uniforms with the aFras of Azimuth, and the mentioned "Tits" in this story are factions and creations of

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