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Special Report: Inferno Refugees

"Good evening. I'm George Merriweather," introduces a reporter in a suit and tie, as he walks through a tent city, "and this week, ESNN will be doing a special report on the fallout of the tragedy unfolding on Inferno." A group of children in dirty clothes run by, kicking an muddy soccer ball through a puddle. In the background, people go about with daily life as best they can. The tent city stretches as far as the camera can see. "Today we're live from the outskirts of the city of Putnam on Bistango I, where I'm told upwards of four thousand Inferno refugees have established a shantytown."

"As you can see behind me, living conditions are poor at best. There are just too many people, and nowhere for them to go. Often, the freighters who delivered these refugees took off only minutes after unloading their passengers, and there has been no attempt by anyone to resettle them." The reporter and his camera approaches one of the tents-- it looks like it's been cobbled together from a shuttle's emergency survival package and some grey tarps. A man and a woman stand outside. The woman cradles a baby in her arms.

"This is Preston O'Dwyer. Mister O'Dwyer, can you tell our viewers what you and your wife have gone through since you were evacuated from Inferno?" Merriweather extends the microphone to the man.

"It's been Hell, George. You can't imagine. My wife and I have never been so scared in our lives as when we were in that crowd, waiting for transport. We had to leave most of our things behind, then we got packed into a freighter like sardines and brought... here." There's a sorrowful crack in O'Dwyer's voice, his eyes intense with sadness and anger. "My job, my flat, everything I've worked for... it's all back there on Inferno."

Merriweather pulls back the microphone. "What about the ESC? Local government? Have any officials contacted you since your arrival here in Putnam?"

Preston's face twists with derision. A cold, bitter laugh escapes his thin lips. "I don't think those Corper *beep* even know we're here, and if they do, I guarantee they don't give a damn. Out of sight, out of mind, right? If not for that lady.. Carrera? Ferrera?"

-- CONTINUED --

(Posted March 31 2012 07:00 UTC)