About a week later... A city had been built up. The old Rebellion base was destroyed by the Feds, they had won through stealth...cowardly but effective tactics. Then again, the Rebellion was about to make their life on Archon much, much harder. [i]Codes transferring... 1... 2... 3... Code transfer complete.[/i] "Turn it on, Bobby." [i]He[/i] appeared. Over all the bilboards, on all the TVs, over all the radios, over everything and anything that had a screen. Spectre, his hands folded in front of him, skeleton mask pulled over his mouth and chin, helmet covering all but his eyes, nose and mouth. The massive man spoke in a deep, yet hurt voice. "Congratulations on your victory, Feds. From what I heard, you killed many of my troops. A good win in my book." He paused, sighing as if he was about to reveal something disturbing, wrong and wretched. "But...your crimes will not go unpunished...." The screens cut to footage of Federation forces destroying Soblath, executing civilians. Even the women and children. "No last rights. No burial. No true peace after death. This is what the Federation does to the families of my men and women of the service." The footage continued, getting darker and more disturbing. Looting, r@pe and drunken war were shown on the screens as he continued to speak. "You call us monsters, terrorists and traitors. Look at what you and your poor excuses for men have done." The screen switched back to him, four armed guards behind him. "This is why we fight. This is our call. This is our duty." The screens cut black, then go back to normal. The civilians recoil in shock and horror and awe. Within hours, there are calls into the police about invasion, protesting, theft, riots and all out chaos. Spectre had done exactly as he wished, set upset to a Federation world....and the civilians were turning on the Feds....