As rioting moves into its third day after last week's terrorist attack upon the
upper echelons of the Tikonov Military, the Maskirovka again are sweeping the
streets in an attempt to stop what is now being called the Christmas Riots. Unconfirmed reports of mass slayings by the Maskirovka have not helped the matter any; instead, fueling the rebellious population of Ridzia and surrounding communities to new heights of violence. Irina Shishkova, de facto commander of the on-planet Tikonov Reserves, has pleaded to no avail for the citizens to put down their arms and return peacefully to their homes. Our sources within the Reserves say that the Maskirovka are in fact running the military, with Captain Shishkova as a figurehead, and are planning a major offensive to begin on the morning of the 24th if the riots have not been quelled by the end of the day.
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"Anything good?" Visp asked of Fiona as she exited the dressing room in her usual jumpsuit outfit. "The usual bloody crap tha's always on," the former-waitress responded with her Northwind brogue. "Any word on Pavel Ridzik?" "The le'der of the Tikonov Commonal-ity? No, he's still presumed dead, why?" "That's a major part of an neighboring, and enemy realm. Instability there could lead to a war here." "Och, ya be havin' a good point thare." "Where's the team?" "Outside, waitin' fer us. They've got directions to the Darkside Tavern." "You think Zafir Widakas is really going to be there?" "We can on'ly hope. What ha' me worried is Rex." "Why?" "You seen how he's taken a likin' ta the lassie JC?" "Yeah..." "Just what do Odessan Raxxes eat anyway?..." "You really don't want to know." "Aye, I'll agree wit ya' on tha' one mos' likely." "So what happens when we find Zaffir?" "We be all polite like an' try ta convince him ta' join our wee little cause. He is tha' on-ly one tha' knows where this Package went, without him we're proverbally bent over the table if ya' be knowin' what I mean there." "Aye," replied Visp. I've really got to get away from this cultural group... "We then report back ta' Mister Sando-val and go tha' hell home." "Really think it'll be that easy?" Visp asked, receiving only silence in responce, "I didn't think so..." "Le's get this ov-er wit," said Fionna quietly, heading out the door to the waiting team beyond. Visp packed up her bag and followed shortly after, quoting a popular entertainment vid from her youth, "We're all gonna die..."
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