Someone has been murdered in the orbital station. And everyone else on the station is a member of the Toppat-Clan.
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These are all posts from the traitor-on-board-tumblr in order.
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A young man sits in his dark office, staring at a computer screen.
There are various items on the desk. Empty cups, uncountable papers filled with notes, picture frames and a tiny pile of used up pens at the edge, about to fall off into the overflowing trash bin next to the desk.
Besides the desk, chairs and shelfs there's a small sofa in the corner of the office, but judging by the dark circles under the mans' eyes he hasn't used it for its intended purpose in a long time. Considering the circumstances, it is an understandable action. To avoid sleep...
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The cameras' flash grabs the swedes' attention but it takes about five seconds, and three bio cards appearing and falling onto his desk, before he reacts.
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He flinches and tries to back away from the strangers who just appeared out of nowhere. An action that ends in him falling out of his chair and taking a few of the empty mugs on his desk with him to the ground.
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"... I- I don't know...", he sits up and rubs his eyes before looking at the anon and asker again "... Am I seeing things now...?" Apparently he's in an even worse state than he looks like.
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"Someone had to take the lead after Pap-", he shakes his head and pulls himself back onto his chair before he continues "After the previous leader and his Right hand man got arrested... I was third in command and nobody else stepped up while I was... struggling. Nobody wanted to take on this crazy project to possibly end up like Randy Radman or Terrence Suave" He looks over to the framed pictures. "And they were all right. I messed up even more than those two did..."
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Sven looks at the asker and anon for a little while without answering.
Ultimately he ruffles his hair with one hand, messing it up even more and sighs "You're not going to go away, huh... If you mean Reginald Copperbottom and his Right hand man by 'copperright' then yes. They adopted me when I was a little kid"
He stares at his computer screen for a moment before reaching for a button on the desk, that was buried under a pile of paper. But after pushing the papers aside he stops and grabs one of the pens instead to fiddle with it. "No... not gonna bother him again..."
