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Precentor Chase moves to the podium and addresses the Council:

“Fellow ambassadors, I am truly sorry for the late start for the Council this month, being now the 27th of November.  However, we can now openly discuss any matter of concern to your realms.”

“Firstly I would like to…”

The door to the chamber suddenly bursts inward and over a dozen armed men storm into the room, each carrying a long arm, all of which are up and ready, with the man to the front carrying a wicked looking side arm.

The two ROM guards behind the podium, taken by surprise, begin reacting, both starting to move in opposite directions, whilst reaching under their robes.  However, before either can move more than a metre, two bursts of fire erupt from the door and both are cut down, sprawling in bloody puddles behind the podium.

As several of the delegations security personnel begin to move to take action and various shouts ring out across the chamber, the commander of the detachment calls to the room:

“HALT YOUR ACTIONS!  We mean no harm to the delegations here!”

A sudden and very uneasy quite settles over the room, whilst Precentor Chase rises from behind his podium and the armed soldiers spread out to properly cover the chamber.  Each of the soldiers carries an automatic rifle, with dark grey body armour covering their olive green combat fatigues.  Each sports two unusual emblems on their shoulders, one a winged dagger, the other a six pointed blue edged grey star, set on two circles, with numerous triangles radiating from it.

“Who are you?” Precentor Chase asks in a cutting voice.

The officer looks towards the Precentor:

“By order of the Director-General, all ComStar personnel of Adept rank or higher are to be taken into custody.  I have been ordered here to escort you, Precentor Chase, to a holding facility in the city and close this forum down for a short time.  I also am authorised to use deadly force where appropriate,” he nods towards the fallen ROM guards “but would prefer to avoid such action wherever possible.”

The Marian Ambassador, looking far sharper then usual stands:

“You did not answer the man’s question, just who are you and who the hell is your Director-General?”

The officer turns toward the Marian and nods:

“Ambassador, I am Captain Samuel Peterson of the Terran SAS.  I am under orders from Director-General Angus Hamilton of the Terran Hegemony to secure this chamber and Precentor Chase.”

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