Professional lurker, part-time █████, passionate reducer of sanity.



Time is short, and I'll be brief. Martian Defense Minister Korshunov suffered a fatal heart attack earlier this evening. Simultaneously, the MCRN Karakum, dispatched by Korshunov to take delivery of your protomolecule technology was destroyed over Ganymede. And I gave the order. And I can give the same order to end your life where you breathe at the same coordinates I'm sending this message. Monsieur Mao... There were two men in the entire universe who could protect your protomolecule project, and now Korshunov is dead. I can assure you I'm the only friend you have left and do not test my resolve on this. Chrisjen, if you're listening, you taught me, you drilled it into my head, that Earth must come first. And now you've thrown me to the wolves for fulfilling my sacred oath while you grovel at the foot of Mars and Jules-Pierre Mao. And that is the real betrayal here. So, Jules, you will clean up the mess you made for me. You will return to Earth alone. You will await my instructions. And you will get the ♥♥♥♥ back to work.