Fireworks from Origins by M-Opus

Krown is now onboard the White Rose and situated on a docking platform.

Narrator sings:
Krown stands, flanked on an Exit Deck.
Gonna watch all the fireworks from somewhere safe,
A Ministerial Ship. That’ll do just fine.
An old technician is knifed and thrown from the vessel,
As rudimentary piloting skills guide the craft into local space.

Violet, summoned to the ministry rooms,
Faces the rage of Minister Fiennes,
The doctor is responsible for putting their careers on the line.
Violet: “Well, guess what, I quit! I’m through with your political horseshit!”
But it’s all too late for the doc, she’s dragged off, kicking, to a holding cell.

Krown’s men emerge from corners, behind unsuspecting Security Guards,
Daggers and silencers, men lay slain on red carpet corridors,
Cold blood flows on the White Rose.
Private room intruders pull their Rulers right off of their silken beds.

Miller runs, on the way to save the day, gotta make it to a ship,
Gotta fight this fate, communicate to the FBI, they think it’s crazy talk.
Race to the door of the Spaceport - suddenly stops in his tracks...
Vincent! Waiting with a loaded gun.

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