Any of you remember this? (The original thread is linked) It was well over a year ago that Andrew Breitbart died, marking the loss of a great Con General, as one of the Cons put it. His death had such an impact on the Cons that they named a particularly infamous offensive strike after him- the Breitbart Offensive. It was also on this day that the Dome lost one of its own... or did it? Lastly, it was on this day that Cho officially labelled Travis as a Con sympathizer, a label which he insists is accurate to this day.

            “Need more coffee, Adamsen?” Christine smiled, holding a tray of empty mugs, sugar bags, and creamer cups in her hands.

            The Con’s CIO spun around in his chair and faced the specialist.

            “Christine, whoever gave you the idea that you needed to be our waitress?”

            Christine grinned, tossing her hair to the side, “Nobody. I just got bored. Wanted to help you guys out but I’m not really into researching weapons.”

            “I’ll take another one, Chris. Black.” Walker spoke from the other chair, not bothering to turn away from his Command Server.

            “Alright,” She lifted her head briefly to Walker, then turned back to Adamsen, “Sure you don’t want anything?”

            “I’m fine.” Adamsen nodded and turned back toward his Server's screen.

            After a few minutes, Walker spoke to him, “Find anything, Adamsen?”

            “No, sir. The network is pretty empty right now. Nothing promising.”

            “Another Psci attack is inevitable, officer. If we don’t have a new weapon to catch them by surprise, it’ll give them the advantage.”

            “I know, I know. It’s difficult.”

            “Well I expect you to have something by the time I get up. The Truth comes to all those who search for it.” Walker stood up as he spoke. He rested a hand on Adamsen’s shoulder briefly before heading out of the resource center. Adamsen took a deep breath and returned to his com.

            Then suddenly he found it, a coincedence.

            “Yes” He smiled to himself, “Yes!!!”

* * *

            “Alright everybody. Thanks to the efforts of our Chief information officer, we have produced a new weapon which is sure to leave the enemy shaking in their slimy boots.” General Walker strolled back and forth in front of the assembled cons as he spoke, “These SP-IRC grenade launchers terrify and devastate, and may even take down Obamanax!”

            The assembled Cons cheered unanimously, brandishing their SP-IRC launchers in the air. “Long live the Cons! Long live Walker!”

            “Hold your praise, friends.” Walker dropped his hand, “It is not I you should cheer for, but a greater power- the power of Truth I speak! Quick Adamsen, take the front! Let’s show these bunch of worms what we’re made of!”

            “Yes sir!” Adamsen lifted his launcher into the air and charged out of the bunker, letting out a robust battle cry. Christine, Spause Isgrig, Sgt. Jennings, and the rest charged out, filling Walker to the brim with pride as he watched all these fine men and women go out, fighting for Truth. He took to the back of the line, his penance render tied securely to his back, just in case. Adamsen’s weapons didn’t always work.

* * *

            “Ssssir! All of the consss are attacking at once. Should we prepare?”

            Riley tapped his fingers against the side of his chair, briefly considering what the diminutive cat-shaped Ngyu had reported to him. He never understood why a Psci with so much potential would choose the form of a… lower animal. How much more impressive he would’ve been as a gorilla, like himself, or even a walking pincushion, like Cho. He was clearly over-reacting.

            “No, no need. Doubtless it is nothing more than another of their ludicrous schemes. Go ahead, investigate if you wish. Take Cho and Bahn with you. If I don’t hear back from you in a few minutes, I may allow myself a moment of concern.”

            “I will go, then. We’ve been going far to eeeasy on Walker lately.”

            “No worries, Ngyu. Walker will find his end shortly.”

            With that, he dismissed his assembled Psci. This may be worth watching on the perimeter camera. He fired up his large-screen monitor and grabbed a bag of sugar.

* * *

            Immediately upon entering the perimeter of the laboratory which housed the Psci’s base, Walker’s men were assailed by the Psci. Cho immediately targeted Adamsen, the spined ape-slug knocking the SP-IRC out of his hands while simultaneously striking him in the torso with a long knife.

            Adamsen reeled in pain, but fought back bravely, throwing the Psci off of him. Venomous and vicious as he was, Cho’s light weight was easily manipulated by the human’s superior strength.

            “Open Fire!” Walker cried out, moving the other Cons to begin randomly launching SP-IRC grenades toward the Psci’s position. The timing was critical, as Ngyu and Bahn were following close behind Cho. This would be a fierce fight- clearly the Pscis knew their home planet and its leader were threatened by this weapon.

            Jennings fired his launcher directly at Ngyu, striking the small feline Psci squarely in the chest. Ngyu hissed and tumbled backward, crashing into Vazquez, who just so happened to be taking a stroll in front of the lab.

            “Hey, dude, that’s not cool.” Vazquez pulled out a throwing axe and flung it toward Jennings.

            “Woah!” Jennings jumped back, barely avoiding the dual-bladed projectile.

            “You like that? Have some more.” Vazquez pulled two more throwing axes from behind his back and hurled them both at Jennings. He was able to dodge one, but the other struck him hard in the chest. Falling forward, Jennings collapsed to the ground, moving Ngyu to laugh vindictively.

            “Ha! Your Con SP-IRCs are powerlessss!”

            “No,” Jennings coughed and rose to his feet, "I will not go down like this!" A moment later, he rammed into Ngyu, who was unaffected by the blow. Seeing that his sad attempt at retaliation had failed, he allowed himself to again fall to the ground.

            “Pfft, inssssanity.” Ngyu scoffed.

            As Walker prepared to fire a grenade at Ngyu, he noticed something else more unsettling than the fate of Jennings… Bahn was wielding a massive rocket launcher.

            Without warning, he fired on Jennings, throwing the limp body across the battlefield, where it landed at one of the keeper’s feet. Travis did not seem at all thrilled.

            “Are you proud of yourself?” He asked, pulling out something that looked remarkably like Walker’s penance render, “Well are you, punks?”

            The field fell silent as Travis unleashed the raw power of his weapon. Instantly, the Pscis were engulfed in a wave of energy that brought Bahn to the ground and moved Ngyu and Cho to cover their heads.

            Walker took the opportunity to fire his SP-IRC on Ngyu, hopefully catching the Psci with his defenses down. Rather, Ngyu strafed outside the blast radius, producing several barbs from behind his back. He launched them at Walker, but due to the range, they fell short of their target. That was a relief. After sustaining his attack for far too long, Travis discarded his weapon and fell to his knees before Jennings. Solemnly, he lifted the fallen Con up and carried him toward the entrance to the Dome.

            “I knew he was a Con sympathizer!” Cho hissed, throwing his knife at Travis’ back. The knife stuck in the back of his armor, but he didn’t seem to notice.

            The momentary distraction now over, Walker and Adamsen resumed the offensive, delivering sustained fire to the Psci with their SP-IRC launchers.

            The fighting lasted for several hours, until everybody realized that the Con’s SP-IRCs were ineffective. Sadly, the conflict had left many wounded, though Jennings was the sole casualty. Some believe he was buried just outside the Dome’s walls, while others believe it was all a hoax perpetrated by Travis and Jennings to give him a dramatic exit from the Dome. To this day, people claim that he’s still out there somewhere.