Boringverse"Ladies and Gentlemen of the Earth Sphere!" Chairman Azrael shouted, dressed in his finest suit before a podium facing a gathering of dignitaries he feared were slowly succumbing to madness. "We have just witnessed a terrible tragedy!" Behind him, a projection displayed images of the colony dropped, displaying the mercenaries fighting off the Variable fighters of the ELF, and Celestial Being arriving in order to blast those same variable fighters.
"From what our public investigation has revealed, it appears that the terrorists, for that is what they doubtlessly are, were attempting to drop the colony Junius Seven onto the ORB Alliance homeland, causing the death of millions." An image flashes behind him, showing Geist in his powersuit flanked by his recruited gang, effortlessly decimating the attacking forces and obliterating the fuck out of the colony with an anti-matter beam.
"But due to the timely intervention of a single man, the worst case scenario was avoided, and sadly only the residents of San Francisco were harmed. They will be remembered." The blond faggot wipes a tear from the corner of his eye. It almost looks real. "But the sacrifice of a 400 thousand lives, while tragic, is still a blessing compared to the alternative. And here today with us is the man single-handedly responsible for that miracle, and slaughtering the terrorists to the last man."
With this, Azrael steps back, making a sweeping gesture behind him to where another, hulking figure approaches him on the stage.
"MD-02, otherwise known as
Geist!" Azrael produces a sealed letter with a flourish, handing it to the Most Dangerous Soldier, "In recognition of your achievements, and the fact that this tragedy has served as a stark wake up call." The Chairman of Blue Cosmos returns to the podium, raising his hands into the air as he begins to weep openly, "How many lives must be lost to these terrorists?! So long as Celestial Being and those like them are out there, we shall never be safe. Unfortunately, our current terms of engagement do not allow for the kind of rapid response necessary to combat this threat." He pointed towards the envelope in Geist's hands.
"Your standing orders, Geist, are as follows! Assemble a group of those who you consider to be the elite! Aces among aces! These shall be your hands and feet as you charge into battle, and eliminate your enemy! No!" Azrael grips his podium so hard his knuckles turn white, his gaze passionate as he stares at the audience and cameras in turn, "The enemies of humanity! M.D. Geist, you have your assignment, Colonel! Your initial deployment are in your orders! Godspeed!
"And good luck!"
He turns around, patting Geist on the shoulder as he walks by, "This should be enough, right?" The man whispers nearly inaudibly, so that only the super soldier hears. In the shadows, unseen by any but those two men, Flit Asuno nods almost imperceptibly in approval.
Elsewhere, Aaron Gentles quite randomly breaks into a cold sweat as he views the proceedings as the event is broadcast across known space.
