Marco Inaros

**Marco Inaros** is our National Navy code name for the Laconic tactic of throwing *undisguised* meteors upon a target nation, within a highly publicized target range & time window, to force them to come out with their planetary defense capabilities. Our officers, especially your humble narrator with his big female entourage, have an absolute crush on this fascinating TV personality!!!

## NN operation

On Ancient Earth, the application of the doctrine resulted in the outbreak of an inter-planetary cold war between Mars & our allies against Switzerland & their allies. I was ordered to portray Marco himself, orchestrating a dummy attack on the British Commonwealth & since it was initially a peaceful military exercise, I was literally weeping with joy after getting my assignment.

Never before in my life have I felt so goddamn sexy!!! Our target zone was India together with British naval assets patrolling the oceans around: their planetary defenses were intentionally portrayed as a shit-show, but we all knew they kept hiding their shit. They were initially reluctant, but then slowly made up their minds after weeks of mounting pressure from Iran.

### Technical specifications

The operation was masterminded by my father-in-law Julian Lensky who gave me a rock hopper with a crew of 7 people incuding me, retro-fitted with stealth capabilities & I named the vessel after our super gorgeus villain from the Expanse TV show. Those were the best days of my life: I kept getting throat-aches after my ferocious ramblings televised from a bridge full of cheering comrades every morning!

The delivery was disguised, okay, but the rocks themselves were totally not: we sprayed them all with radio-active material to make shooting them a piece of cake even for Indian air forces, or at least that's what our intelligence reports have told us. Well, I guess we were wrong this time!

### Hindu conspiracy

Things started to deteriorate quickly as a few asshole generals started agitating against this peaceful international exercise while it was already underway & we all got really furious, especially me: I kept telling everyone that there is no way I am ever going to let those douchebags take this precious role away from me!

But then we started getting the bad news from Mumbai, obviously a primary target with all its economic & cultural influence except that we did not want to really hurt them. Well, it just came out that those generals wanted to achieve just that: they considered the city a hideous bastion of liberal traitors who deserve to die.

The most harrowing part was the city's Chernobyl-style closure by local authorities calling us Martians a bunch of reckless fearmongers, effectively preventing all but the rich and/or resourceful from escaping. Seriously, fuck these guys!!! Iran started hunting them after the incident like the rats they were, with many police officers executed in front of their kids by left-wing mobsters broadcasting it all online.

### Martian casualties

We lost 2 excellent comrades because of the reckless behavior of some psycho Rohingya bitch on a space walk: in spite of all her incompetence, she did somehow manage to shoehorn herself into the crew out of a personal grudge on the British colonial government.

She was a Muslima from Rakhine where Buddhist thugs killed his militant father & also 2 of his brothers in shitty prisons. Guess I made my crew shout Allahu Akbar a bit too often & she took it a bit too seriously: I kept yelling "Takbir!!!" as loud as possible after every goddamn speech, yeah, it was my favourite part!

We had some unprotected sex, so now she's the mother of my lovely energetic son Zulfikar Lensky. I was trying to have as many kids as possible to get a firm political foothold within Soviet space!! Now they live in Bangladesh (in other words: Iran) where the girl serves in the SWAT unit of a local anti-terrorism center & I am not very optimistic about her staying alive until Zuzu graduates from high school.

## Political aftermath

All but one of the rocks were shot either by Iran with overwhelming pride or by reluctant Hindu forces down south, but that Mumbai rock just did somehow manage to land: its trajectory was deliberately made impossible for Iran to intercept, in order to force India to take the action!

Although civilian casualties were minimal compared to the city's overall population, the overwhelming infrastructural damage scorched the soul of Liberal Mumbai for many years to come! It created a massive wave of emigration to Iran, especially the booming city of Lahore offering all the stuff they needed to build careers.

The accident provoked a lot of international outrage against the government, so they held snap elections only to let some weird neo-fascist coalition come to power as Iranian president Rachel Naghavi was also becoming more & more belligerent: she saw this shit back home as a teenage girl, together with her personal friend Jade, and she didn't like it.

Immediately after this incident, she instructed her generals to deploy all their lethally destructive new defense systems back into politically contested regions from which they were pulled out only a few months earlier. She kept touring these regions, especially Kashmir, to give passionate speeches about the virtues of Greater Iran.

## Sex scandal

First Lieutenant Loretta Steinmetz was forced to file a sexual harassment charge against me right after the exercise, since I was indeed harassing her on day 5 while trying to make her sabotage our operation before those rocks kill some clueless Hindus. It was probably the weirdest harassment case in the history of our great National Navy that kept everyone, especially the comrades at the 5th office, scratching their heads in disbelief.

She kept refusing my advances & I found it a perfect moment for me to ask about her rail gun on the Lorelai. How fast does it charge? Faster than my cock, she said proudly & I was happy to hear that, but then she realized almost immediately what this all is about & started to protest!

She told me that Winston Churchill was right to call Hindus a beastly people with a beastly religion & then her Paki boyfriend (who fixed his shoddy nets around my big rocks) came in right when she decided to give me a blowjob to shut me up about shooting the Mumbai meteorite. She was right, it was not our fuckin job to save India from herself!!! Still I sprayed some lidocaine in her mouth to give her a bit of pain in the throat.

Like I was literally voted down by Vati who agreed with Loretta that the act is consensual: my dearest Paki beratna was utterly indifferent about our sex act, but obviously also vehemently against my idea as soon as the lidocaine shots wore off in Loretta's mouth. I did not want to involve him, so I was like yeah, I'm a sexual predator & shit.

Until Lt Steinmets started talking, which made him very much involved: he was like yeah, he might be be their beastly kin, but at least he got none of their bullshit religion advising him to have sex with cows!!! No, he's gonna break up with Loretta too if she starts looking like one. Lahore is infinitely cooler than Mumbai & this will be their time to shine, he kept saying.

Hindus do not have sex with cows & I just raped your girlfriend, Vati, you got your intel from the wrong sources!! Oh yes, they do, he saw the videos online. I shot him in the leg after viciously raping Loretta again: she tried to enjoy herself after some ineffectual resistance, but I wanted her to turn that fucking rail gun on instead of having sex. Previously I fantasized a lot about raping her, but now I felt nothing but rage.

I started slut-shaming her, which only got her even more aroused & I was really hating her, so I started slapping her smug little face. At that point she was already like yeah, beat me up! As I was ejaculating into her with all its perverted morbidity, I just realized that the Bollywood I came to love so much is now forever lost.

But no, I have to save those lives somehow! I pulled out my gun & started shooting things. Vati did not quite resist when I tied him up & then he watched me raping his girlfrient with absolute nonchalance, so I was even more angry with him while I started feeling sorry for Loretta. I decided to shoot him in the leg as an act of ultimate revenge!

I preferred to go down as a rapist instead of a traitor who tries to sabotage the military of his own country. Since the fucking moron told me to shoot the wrong part of his leg, he almost died in the hospital that night! I hacked the terminal to start programming the rail gun myself when Loretta knocked me out with a blunt object.

## Nadine's game

I ended up on the Fidelta rat line reserved especially for sex offenders too sensitive to take down: an MRA skiff was directed to take me & Vati to a rendez-vous with a Laconic shuttle piloted by Nadine Ranigan herself!! The military police should have tortured me really hard in front of Loretta, that's how it goes according to their unwritten protocol.

Loretta refused to attend & Vati told them it's not exactly what it looks like, so I got off the hook with a few minor bruises cuz they knew Vati well. He was their colleague, right? Vati decided to come with me to avoid interrogation, so we boarded Nadine's shuttle together. Her distorted voice ordered me to leave him behind in a little galley & pass through an air lock alone: I was wearing my EVA suit as a percaution, but it didn't help much!

Since I assumed she does not know the real motive of my sexual assault, I just literally pissed myself when I saw her goddamn face with those fluorescent glowing eyes in a dark room after she jumped on me from above to strip me naked with her tools. Nadine Ranigan, bazmeg!! My social media was full of her personal propaganda: all her passionate writings, her videos, her big pin-up calendar full of skimpy photographs at the National Navy webshop, all that stuff.

I totally digged her & she knew that all too well, always commenting profusely under my rants. She made even a short clip about my pin-up calendar, showing her audience all the skimpy photos of me like hey girls, check this weirdo! She cut my air supply, so I started fainting as I heard her frantically whispering some Creole rape talk through vibration exchange & I felt her cold hand along my left leg as she grabbed my genitals without mercy: the room was pressurized slowly, so I guess I fell unconscious for a few seconds.

Already butt naked, I saw Vati banging his fists behind a sound-proof window. I was tied up on a big mattress, with gravity generated by engine thrust: this is how I became Nadine's personal manservant. She told me that Loretta had in fact a huge orgasm, so they decided to give me a similar experience.

Yeah, right! No, thanks. My pussy-licking skills, fortunately way better than Loretta's cock-sucking skills, have thankfully saved me the day soon enough: she televised it all on her members-only private channel on Ranigan 4K, with some edited footage appearing also on her public channels the very next day!

Vati did not know much about Nadine BUT he was a big Rachel fan, so he liked me a lot & I liked him too: it was an absolute bromance!! He knew everything about my reckless devotion to her 2017 presidential campaign: we had super casual sex in a 2nd class sleeping cabin of a maglev train, no big deal.

She kept glancing back at me while talking on the phone & then she just pulled up her minimalistic dress up with an evil smile, pointing at her pussy instead of saying hello. Fidgeting with the locks of my hair in her right hand as she started panting, she told the man on the phone to go fuck himself & then hung up to lean back on her chair with a satisfied groan: Rachel was always open about expecting sexual services from the men around her as the CFO of the notorious ARAM business comglomerate.

I kept telling her to make a run for the presidential office, together with all her friends & fans so it was also no big deal. The shuttle was heading to Europa National Station because Nadine wanted to "pollinate" (in other words: to infest) the sub-surface liquid ocean with a weaponized Ranisch agent she was developing back home.

House Ranigan wanted Jade's socialite supermodel daughter to become the ice queen of Europa or something: those oceans were actually teeming with wild life, a heavenly boon for our space exploration efforts, with many successful species already domesticated by our Mentat-based agents.

## Escalation of commitment

My reputation was complicated even further when ExCom released a video in which I shout a lot of politically incorrect obscenities at a female air force lieutenant named *Chandra Dunmore* who kept denying the existence of their fancy new gadgets, telling me to stop fighting ghosts & shit like that.

I was Marco himself with a huge digital footprint on social media during the whole operation, so she kept calling me Senor & I teased her back to be the one who has dun more to prevent this politically motivated carnage: I kept scolding her to do something about their shitty SAM silos feigning their non-existence all too convincingly around Mumbai.

Then they released another video, this time with an admiral from the Bombay fleet of the British navy on the line: he kept smoking his big pipe with the same absolute nonchalance I saw on Vati's face, you see, everyone but the biggest villain seemed happy to see Bollywood burn!!!

He said they are unauthorized to strike over mainland territory, so I showered him all the insults I could gather from my 28 years of education on British culture, telling him that London comes next & he was just laughing at me with gentlemanly grace.

My foamy rambling was immediately vocoded to the melody of Red Dawn, a slowed version of the German Panzerlied serving as a national anthem of Mars & it became one of the biggest memes in the history of our great republic. The Bombay fleet was declared a rogue faction of the British navy as they were desperately trying to save their faces under the massive pressure of the situation.

They were boarded by night hawks & the admiral got extradited to Mars. He was taken to the Menkaure submarine & then to the new flagship of the Jovian fleet where I walked into his cell wearing my fully ceremonial terrorist gear for a chat. I failed to take the motherfucker's life after 14 hours of "enhanced" interrogation, so I got reprimanded next morning.

I made my 3rd call with a commercial rail gun operator who shot floating Helium 3 pellets from Luna to the Indian ocean, for all the countries to pick them up & burn them in commercial reactors: we got trapped in an endless maze of online bureaucracy, so the girl went into a nervous breakdown & she ended up electro-shocked by ISMC breaching troops in front of the camera. They took her away & then the Australian captain started lecturing me about the dangers of improper rail gun usage. I wanted to smash his fucking face!!

### Self-criticism

After the release of these video recordings, there were lots of big protests both pro-Inaros as well as anti-Inaros all over the world as the shit started hitting the fans. Nadine started calling me the Young Werther & many other things since I was constantly weeping & crying & complaining on my first few days of servitude.

I released a public statement accusing myself of reckless opportunism while praising Loretta for his patriotic discipline, distancing myself from all the horny pacifists who started praising me cuz it was indeed none of our fuckin business to save other nations from themselves!

Also we must admit that raping a woman for peace is a bit paradoxical at best: Loretta thanked me for the apology, noting that she did the right thing indeed & it's wise of me to accept that. She told me how indifferent she feels about my assault in retrospect considering the precarity of our situation. I told her that she is a great soldier & it was an honor for me to serve Mars together with her!

She told me to keep that uniform tip-top in any case & indeed Nadine told me to put it on soon enough: I was ordered to stand under the Laconic banner with a bunch of Jezebel officers around me. Nadine sat down on her throne to declare a lot of things including the probable repetition of our meteor shower, this time against the Russian Federation on Earth 2.

### Laconic Marco

After a few months of classified shitfuckery I was finally recruited as a sub-lieutenant of an orbital bombardment wing at the Laconic navy: they said it's a shitty line of work, but at least exciting & with a lot of prestige to buttress my volatile reputation! I decided to take the job & I got my permission from Mars Admirality the day after, not surprisingly.

I was picked up by the Gavrilo Princip where they subjected me to some kind of medical procedure & literally the next morning I woke up on a Laconic highliner in a blind spot of alien planetary defense. I was literally on the other side of the fuckin galaxy, surrounded by horny spearwives who did not let me sleep as they all wanted to take their turns with the fresh meat!

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