After a few hours of trying to hail someone who knows about the base to take me there, all hell broke loose. I entered the Hanger bay with another |DP|Member and saw all of these people in the main area of the base. "What the hell is going on here?" I exclaim. One of the main soldiers walked up to me. "You own this base?" "No, but the person who did own this base is in custody, so at the current moment, Dented owns the base temporarily. Now what is going on here?" I say. The man manages a sigh. "We were called here by a |DP|DeePSilveR. He said that there were people on here who didn't have access. Well, we came here to check it out. We found DeePSilveR knocked unconscious in here, and there are still people in the other room. At the moment, we are attempting a jagged break operation." Explains the man. "What the hell's a Jagged Break Operation?" I shout at the poor guy. "A Jagged Break Operation is almost a fool's choice. We send in two people with heavy, explosive weaponry to try and clear the enemy." "No, I don't permit this at all." I say. "It isn't your base, not your call." Says the man. "Now move aside." He pushed me out of the way for him to do his job. After a minute, There were loud explosions in the other room. I could hear screams and cries and explosions. After a further minute, a voice was heard in the other room. "Clear!" Suddenly, all of the troops rushed in and was taken by surprise...
There was only one man there. Just one man. One person cleared out half of the military forces. The man's face was charred and blackened by explosive burns. We saw him gripping a black object in his hand. I carefully opened his hand to reveal a black Datapad. "What would he want with Denne's Datapad?" Before I could even think about what to do, the lieutenant of this operation appeared and snatched the datapad away from my clutches. "Excuse me, that certain equipment isn't your's Lieutenant." "That doesn't matter, this equipment isn't yours either. It belongs to Administrative Clan Leader Denne. As of now, this equipment is confiscated and will not be returned until further notice." He walked off with this equipment. I lowered my head in defeat. Then I remembered. I had a certain friend in the Military department.
I entered the halls of the Bretonian Military base in Leeds, and waited outside his office door for a solid hour or so. I was thinking that whole time. Thinking about what I'd do by the time I hit retirement time. No doubt settle down in a Luxury system. I might buy my own Luxury Liner and treat myself to all sorts of stuff. However my thinking was quickly disrupted when the door opened. I looked at the familiar face. "Hello Tobias." I gave him a small smile and saw his face drop with surprise...