Talk:130th InterNaval Fleet/@comment-64.237.239.192-20140302231948

Mos: Hello Moran(Colonel Moran steps in, holding a 50.cal sniper rifle) I will pay 86 square tons of big ones if you keep any other assassins, the DPL, the Order, and anyone else who oposses me away for 5 days. (Moran aceptsthe deal and heads out)

Mos: Well, I hope I can rest without any fear.

He then calls Spiritus and Weaver

Mos: There are tons of things you must learn about someone like me. Defiant till the end. If a Neo-Earth person dies of non natural causes, his spirit will roam the Earth until the men who killed him die the same death. A Kraken desperately looks for revenge if his master dies, in fact he can become invisible for short amounts of time. If you manage to get past my mansions defenses, I will shoot everyone I see until I have one bullet left. I will take the easy way out with that bullet. Now you  should better stay away before I go Johnny Rambo!

He then calls Ed

Mos: I may not see you in some time, until those evil men die...

He then looks outside at his defenses. The walls of the mansion are full of barbed wire, there are snipers on the roof, there are tons of Humvees with ABMs mounted, and if the ABMs fail, the high-flight AWACS around his house will deactivate the MCMs or ICBMs, there are mines all across the courtyard, and there are Goalkeeper CWIS mounted in a circle around his house.

Mos then looks at his mag belt, containing 489 rounds, and his .357 Magnum, wich he had taken all across his adventures in his life. He then hacks the holos everywhere and sends this message:

Mos: The world is never fair to you, corruption, treachery, ignorance, poverty. Know that I soon I may depart for you. I now send to all of you my will: If I die, I leave the Abyssal to Ed, and if it is captured, I order it to be sent to the Naval Museum of Neo-Eart to be conserved there. I leave the Nortendal's design to the Commonwealth, so that they have an automated AA warship. I leave all my money to the malnourished, poor, homeless, and orphaned children of Neo-Earth. I leave the experimental designs to Dragovich. I leave my rarities collection to Sir Hycroft James William, of the Neo-Earth Government. I leave the way to duplicate antimatter to the Forerunners, on the condition of not attacking the 130th and using it against everything evil in the world. I may not have a family, be alone and have a checkered past, but I believe I will be remembered.

He salutes them and ends the transmission.

OOC: Now look whos godmodding now! Since when was corruption allowed!?