Artus Prime

[Duo]

Duo's ship exited hyper space above the world. He sent a comm confirming his identity and connection to the Black Sun. He was returning from an extended mission concerning the Golden Link. Although the mission itself had been of little interest to him, only serving to stress him out and bring about emotions that he was forced to fight back and conceal, the encounter on Tatooine was what made it worth it. It had been quite the experience, one he would not soon forget.

 

Bringing his ship in, he handed off a Datapad to one of the operatives in the hanger. He told the man to take it to the ranking official. It listed very visible defense the Casino had that he could pick out during his stay. He was never fond of debriefings and avoided them most of the time. This was just another way of doing that. Gathering his bag from the small cargo compartment in his ship he moved to find a room. He knew his way around the base, having been with Black Sun longer then even some of the highest ranking officials...even if much of that time he had been away on assignment or being held in captivity.

[DarthBrendo]

Mindan was notified of Duo's arrival when the operative gave him the datapad. Putting it in a safebox for Piccolo to peruse when he arrived, Mindan went to see Duo.

 

"Welcome back to Artus Duo. It has been a while. Piccolo has sent orders that we are to prepare for a mission. I will have a number of operatives preparing for it, however I want you to take a few days off to relax after your last mission. It was long and I imagine rather stressful. I would like you t ready yourself when you are ready. Until then, consider yourself at liberty. The only restrictions are don't leave the planet, and no offworld communications."

 

Mindan nodded a goodbye to Duo and returned to the Main Control Center by way of the mess hall, where he stopped to get a pastry for some sustenance.

[Silas]

((Yeah, I'm back. I guess I've been cloned at this base. My ship recieved orders to go to the Citadel', but with it blowing up and what not, it's just going to have followed your ship out. It'll be in the hangar. I have no idea what's going on, so any help with that would be appreciated.))

 

The Lucky Me glided into the hangar bay on Artus. It had recieved the self destruct code, given by the Black Sun Citadel', and had headed here, to the last Black Sun base it had visited.

 

It's lone occupant, and R5 droid, sat in the cockpit, handling everything after Jacen, it's owner had been killed.

 

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Jacen woke up in the medical bay of a Black Sun base. It looked like Artus, but he wasn't sure. The white walls were gleaming, making his head hurt.

 

A comlink and a new set of weapons lay on the side table next to him. Everything seemed to be in order. A blastech DL-44 blaster, along with thermal detonators, detpacks, and a repeating blaseter rifle among other things were there. He pulled the comlink closer and awaited orders.

[Duo]

Duo leaned up from the floor where he was doing set ups when Mindan entered. He pulled his knees up and wrapped his arms around them, listening to the man before him. He nodded in the proper places, not particularly concerned with what he was speaking of. The few days of relaxation was welcome, after his ordeal on Tatioone he would sleep like the dead. Once Mindan left he shut the door and slipped into the refresher, cleaning up.

 

Once finished he moved back into the room, slipping on a pair of briefs then easing into his bed. The pillow felt amazing and he instantly drifted off, the majority of the next two days would be spent sleeping and recovering from everything that had gone on. After that he would be up and ready for yet another mission. Hopefully whatever Piccolo had in mind would keep his interest from wondering away to the blond he had met not to long ago...

[Rodya]

The freighter arrived on Artus carrying a small medical team and the remains of the fallen warrior, Rodya. The team had spent many hours extracting and isolating the genes of Rodya's DNA. They quickly made their way to the cloning facilities within the compound to set about their work.

 

Inside the team ran Rodya's unique blood through the cloning chambers. Within a glass tupe a body was being constructed and molded. Tissues were formed and liquids were gelled together to make the life force that is the humaniod body. Many hours would be needed yet before the job was complete...

 

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Meanwhile, in another lab, a crew of scientist recieved another sample of Rodya's blood. They had been working under the orders of Lord Reign for months now on an implant for this creature, Rod-yak Val. He was of an ancient species and was supposed to be able to resist the mystical power of the Force, but naturally he had not been able to find a way to achieve control of those powers. Their job was to help this creature gain control of his abilities with less formal methods.

 

They had been working on a customized implant that would not only null all Force powers that were used against Rodya, but it would also for a short time repel other forms of energy such as blaster fire.

 

This neuro processor would be implanted into Rodya's brain and would communicate with millions of small nano-bots that would be injected into his bloodstream. The neuro processor would analayze all forms of energy directed at Rodya, and would in turn relay that information to the nano-bots which would instruct his mutated midichlorian cells to repel different forms of energy fields, particulary the Force.

 

The scientist tested the implant by directing different energy fields at the implant. They found that it could help Rodya resist up to two or possibly three blaster shots, and possibly one from a rifle. They also found that stun beams hardly ever worked against this implant. They had no way of testing its effects on the Force, that was something that would have to be field tested...

 

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Back in the cloning room, many hours later, a buzzer sounded and the glass chamber opened up. A long metallic table slid out of the chamber with a massive, muscular, dark skinned beast lying upon it. It would take a few hours before Rodya awoke, so the scientist from the lab set to work with the surgeons in the med bay, and they proceeded to install the neuro-processor into Rodya's brain.

 

The procedure took many hours. It was particulary hard for the surgeons to drill through Rodya's thick skull, but other than that the operation went by smoothly. The implant and the nano-bots were implanted successfully.

 

Hours later the Dashade's eyes shot open. They were fierce dark eyes. He awoke meaner and more evil than he had been when he had died. His memories were all but gone. He had retained his knowledge of electronics and combat effectiveness, but his knoweledge of his death was completely erased. He knew of his involvement with the orginization known as Black Sun, but that was all. He was now a servant to the darkness, and was nothing more than a hunter. From this point onward, Rodya would be a bringer of death with no past, only a constant future lust for blood.

 

He rose from the table as he felt the hard metal spot on his head where the implant had been installed. Something felt different, but he knew not what it was. He made his way to the armor depot. There he gathered some nice metallic armor equipped with a jet pack. It was not as strong as his old durasteel armor, which had been ruined when he was killed, but it would do. He also regained his vibro-axe and picked up a blaster rifle. He desired the power of a bowcaster, but the Black Sun store room did not have one in stock. That is what made the Dashade think of Kashyyyk. Soon he would need to go there if he wanted to find a quality weapon...

 

 

A ship taken from the Black Sun hangar bay was raised above the surface of Artus. His stay had been short but sweet. Rodya rocketed away towards Kashyyyk.

 

((I had mod approval for this implant months ago, so I suppose that approval is still good. If not then I can simply null that part of this post and not include it in my character sheet. If I don't hear otherwise then I am going to assume that the implant is still ok with the mods. I can enter alterations to it in the character sheet if that must be done.))

[Silas]

Jacen quietly slipped out of bed. He had been released a few minutes ago, but wanted to savor the quietness of the moment. He picked up his weapons and walked the halls of the base. He ended up at his old room, the one he had been assigned as a trainee here so long ago. He entered and wasn't suprised to find it was empty. He deposited his weapons and made his way to the hangar that the nurse had told him his ship was in.

 

He arrived and found the ship in terrible condition. There was a peice of metal covering a hold in the ceiling above the cockpit, and scorches from ion grenades all over the body. A few technicians had peices of the engine scattered around the floor, working on installing the engine that he had requested, considering his old one had been blown to bits by that strange woman. He signaled what appeared to be the head technician.

 

"Make sure the hull is refitted with the best that you have avaliable to you. This ship means a lot to me, and I was too close to losing it."

 

The technician walked off, bellowing orders. Then his R5 unit wheeled onto the scene, beeping estatically.

 

"You know R5, I think it's time I gave you a name."

 

Jacen pondered the recent events for a moment before finally coming up with the perfect name.

 

"I think I'm gonna call you Savior, for saving the Lucky Me."

 

The droid beeped acknoledgement, then wheeled off towards the room where Jacen had stowed his stuff. Jacen called over a couple of guards to help carry what was left of his possesions back the the room. It only took one. Most of his possessions were destroyed, so Jacen made sure to have the other guard bring him some more sets of clothing.

 

Once the two guards had completed their tasks, they left Jacen in the solitude of his room. Just Jacen, Savior, and a wine bar full of flameout.

[Duo]

Duo sat at the edge of his bed, a faint glow was cast off his body to the sweat as the light hit it. His breathing was heavy and quick, having just finished up a large portion of his daily workout in record time. He had slept through an entire day without even realizing it, leaving him only one day of relaxation before he was back to work for the BlackSun. It had only taken him a few moments to decide that he would devote this day to working on his physique, which had been severely neglected to the point his cut body was starting to lose its trim, powerful appearance.

 

A faint grin came over his face as he stood up, brushing his thick hazel locks back. A few stray strands stuck to his body telling him that he would either have to put on a shirt or take the time to fix up his hair before working on the next portion of his training. The answer was simple, no way was Duo going to put on a shirt when he didn't have to..so he proceeded to braid his hair until it lay down his back, a meter long in all. Wasting no more time he exited the room, slipping through the hallways towards one of the training rooms.

 

As he made his way across the base his mind began to wonder, curious as to just what the Black Sun would be up to next. Vigo Mindan had informed him they had something in the works, but considering who he worked for that could be virtually anything really. Hopefully it would be something that pulled them out of this losing streak they seemed to posse at the moment. To be associated with a group that couldn't even trump the weakest of beings would be unacceptable...Even though Duo had been with them for so long, he would not hesitate to leave if this syndicate had finally hit the downward spiral that would lead to its end.

 

The Rather short human viably shivered as he entered the target range. The entire area was chilled thanks to the massive AC unit the base had. He pushed the feeling away and stepped forward, eyeing his two weapons that sat at an angle upon the podium. It had been a long time since he had used them. His duel gold platted Desert Eagles were a fearsome thing to behold and a gruesome weapon to witness being used. The sheer power behind the bullets could rip through many sorts of armor, but since Duo upgraded them into armor piercing rounds they would be able to slice through even more sets of armor.

 

He gripped each handle and lifted the weapons up, the cold steel upon his hand was a welcome feeling. Extending his right arm, he fired a shot and hit home. A smile crossed over his face as his cobalt eyes leveled out and focused in on the target. He opened fire, and for the next few hours worked on his aim a bit more.

[Silas]

Jacen sat in his suite, 12 empty bottles of flameout sat on the side table next to him. He called to one of the newer operatives to bring a few more bottles up to his suite. He was nearly drunk, but still managing to polish his weapons. He had filed off the sight of both of the blasters, and recut the weapon belt that he kept.

 

:knock, knock::

 

He stood up, a little shaky at first, and walked over to the door. A young operative, maybe 18 byt the looks of him, stood there holding 4 more bottles of vintage '77 flameout. He thanked the operative and returned to his couch.

 

When he was about halfway done with the first botle, his comm beeped with a message from the head technician down in the hangar bay reguarding his ship. It was finished, except for a few things Jacen might want done.

 

He walked out of his room, still clutching the bottle, and headed down to the hangar. He walked in and immediatley recognized his ship. It gleamed with a new hull made from what appeared to be crotis ore. It had the ramp lowered, so Jacen strutted up. The inside was just as beautiful as the outside. All the burn marks had been polished off, the engine plating was intact, and as he walked into the cockpit, he noticed that the technicians had even gone as far to replace the pair of silver dice he had hanging from the ceiling.

 

He walked back down the ramp, told the technician that everything looked in order, then headed back to his room. Half way there, he collapsed from the booze. His vision swam before him, making it hard to make out the people rushing around him, then it all went black.

 

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Jacen awoke, once again in the medical bay of the Artus base. The nurse, a blonde haired lady, walked over and handed him some medication to take for his hangover. It was horrible. He had such a migraine headache that he threw up all over the floor next to his bed. He apologized and slowly asked her if she needed him to clean it up. She refused, saying she could do it later, and that now he should return to his room and rest.

 

To Jacen, this sounded like a wonderful idea. Wasn't that where he had left the rest of the flameout? Yeah, he thought it was. the nurse escorted him to his room, and once making sure he was properly inside and comfterable, headed back to the madical wing.

 

Savior rolled up next to him, beeping a question.

 

"Sorry buddy, I'm not really in any condition to talk right now."

 

He flipped on the viewscreen of his laptop and began surfing the holonet, all the while, drinking away.

[Silas]

((Okay, I guess I'm like the only one still here, so, should I be heading to Kashyyyk or something? I;m getting drunk so, yeah, I need something to do.))

 

Crash!

 

Jacen screamed a curse. He had been putting the final bottle on top of his pyramid. A trainee was brining him more flameout. 24 bottles littered the ground, some broken. He heard a knock at the door. Staggering up, he made it to the door, took the booze from the trainee, then staggered back to the couch.

[Duo]

Duo moved through the halls on his way to the weight room when he heard a crash. He paused, curious as to where the sound of breaking glass had come from and what it could possible be. Since most the items around here were constructed of steel, and there were not many windows in this section. He grabbed a passing by trainee and pressed him to the wall looking him dead in the eyes for a moment.

 

"Where'd the noise come from?"

 

"D..down the hall, in Jacen's room," replied the slightly fearful man.

 

"Thanks."

 

Duo released him and moved down the hall a little further until he was at the door to Jacen's private chambers. He didn't bother knocking, opting to just barge in and look at the poor excuse for a Vigo on the couch. Duo sneered at him, kicking some of the bottles to the side. A true Operative would Not neglect his training regiment even when on vacation. Jacen barely noticed him as he raised a bottle to his lips, about to take another Swig. In one swift movement Duo drew his weapon and fired a shot. It cut through the bottle, shattering the neck of it.

 

"You should be an Example to the Men in this base, Not the poor excuse for a living being you are displaying."

[Silas]

Jacen almost fell out of his chair when the bottle in front of him exploded. A man, Duo, if Jacen recalled correctly, stood in his room.

 

"What in the 7 names of bloody hell do you think you're doing. First off, what I do in my suite is my, Piccolo, and Mindan's buisness. I was given orders to be here, so I am. Second, bursting into a Vigo's private suite isn't a very good example from an Agent in my opinion, nor is calling a Vigoa poor excuse for a living being, so don't go telling me off about examples. Third off, you better be flipping glad that I don't have to pay for this, or I'd shot back at you. And D, get out of my bloody room so I can get some sleep and be ready for an agent on his way here to arrive tomorrow."

 

With that Jacen pointed his chin at the door, motioning for the man to leave.

 

Bloody hell, that was my last one, oh well, time for some sleep.

[Duo]

Duo listened passively to Jacen. He was rather impressed that the man could talk so much without saying anything and all without a single slur. Once he was finished he noted the mans chin pointing towards the door as if he was someone important. This man might have had the title of Vigo, but he had done Nothing to prove his worth. He could feel the rage in his stomach boiling as he stepped forward.

 

He reached out and gripped Jacen by the throat lifting him off of the ground and high above Duo's face before pressing him to the wall all with his left hand. With his right he drew his Desert eagle and pressed the barrel to Jacens forehead. The cold gold platted weapon could take out the majority of his head with a single shot.

 

"You keep drinking like this, you are going to kill yourself..I should do you a favor and just do it now. I'l l be nice though, you want to waste your life away drinking in your free time go ahead...It's no wonder You got your ass kicked by a little girly. It's people like me that have to pick up people yous slack. Hell, you can't even get drunk on something good. Pansy boy."

 

Duo shook his head in disgust, letting him drop to the floor and slipping his weapon back into its holster and moving to exit the room. He didn't particularly care if he was fired for his display, he was only stating the truth and if they couldn't accept that Screw them. But if they weren't real men and didn't come for his head, then he would only be proved right. The Vigo couldn't keep order in the absence of Piccolo, rather he got drunk. Such a thing would be a bit more acceptable if Mindan or Piccolo were about to watch over the base, but this guy was just a fool plain and simply.

 

Duo moved through the hall to the training center he had been heading for in the first place.

[Luthis Vandren]

Luthis was sick, yet ready to begin working again. He had most likely drank twenty pounds of ale within the span of two days, and yet, his mind was fully aware of everything around him.

 

These past days had been very uneventful for the Bounty Hunter. He remembered back in his starting days where every single day was a new adventure, a new challenge. Though this proved false throughout these past days, and weeks.

 

Moving through the atmosphere of Artus, he commed the surface, trying to get a signal of where to land, as this planet was completely new to him. Hovering around ten thousand feet above the surface, he waited for a response.

[Silas]

Jacen didn't care about anything the man had said. He had general's in the command center who knew how to reach him if anything went wrong. This man obviously cared more about training and telling other off than he did about respect and life for that matter.

 

Walking over to his desk, he pulled out a small box, and flipped it on. It made a soothing sound, clearing his head. He sat down on the couch again and let the sound wash over him for a good fifteen minutes. This wouldn't sober him up completly, but for making his way to the command center and getting reports it would do perfectly. He would have to remember to have an tech install this little machine in Savior.

 

Heading out the door, Jacen turned left and headed towards the command center. Upon reaching, the ranking officer there gave him an update, telling him that everything was okay.

 

Jacen massaged his neck as he sat down and started visualy scanning the monitors of the base. The operatives hadn't picked up anything, but Jacen wanted to make sure everything was okay for himself. The only thing that Duo character had done was give him a headache. What he did on his time was up to him, and what Jacen did on his time was up to Jacen, not some agent who had a temper problem and decided that it would be fun to pick on a drunk Vigo.

 

Firing him, or flat out killing him had entered Jacen's mind, but only for a second. The man had extraordinary skills and killing him would be a waste. The best thing to do now would be to forget about it and get back to work, which was probably the only thing that Duo's words had made him do.

[Luthis Vandren]

((I'm going to assume the Commanding Officer gave me the coordinates, just to get me to the planet. ))

 

The descent was quick, and to the point. Landing on a full metal pad, he quickly placed on his helmet, which he had taken off during the flight to Artus. Stashing two E-11's on his left and right side, he moved out of the ship and into the brief mining region of the planet. Finally catching eye of a large structure that seemed to be close to the same specs as Dubrillion, he moved in.

 

Cameras lined the walls, and ceiling of the interior. There was also a guard that was seated at the desk right as Luthis walked inside the opening doors. He walked quickly to the guard and asked him for directions to the man in charge, the guard pointed to a seat that was situated near a wall. In no hurry, and not really feeling in the mood to be the Badass Luthis that everyone knew he was, he took a seat not saying another word. He would need to talk to the head of the facility, and also Piccolo, to see what their current plan was.

 

Opening a nice erotic magazine, Luthis sat and waited.

[Silas]

((Sorry dude, I was in the middle of a row with Duo/Karma over IM while typing my post, so it took around 20 minutes, didn't see your post.))

 

A guard made his way up to Jacen, carrying a message. A former operative had returned into the arms of Black Sun. Luthis Vandren, the man Jacen had been waiting for.

 

"Ask him to make his way to conference room 2b. I will be there to fill him in on the new happenings."

 

Jacen picked himself up off the chair and made his way there himself, staggering just so slightly, still not completly sober, even with the healing powers of that strange little box he had bought off the black market. Entering the room, Jacen took a seat at the conference table, waiting for Luthis.

[Luthis Vandren]

"Just as it was getting good."

 

Luthis put down the magazine and stood up, adjusting his armor. He was actually surprised at the quick work that the guard had done, and to repay him, Luthis extended his middle finger. There, maybe next time he wouldn't tell the famous Luthis Vandren to sit down. A$shole.

 

Moving through the strange, yet familiar layout of the base here at Artus, he finally stumbled on the conference room. Moving into the room, he nodded to the man that was sitting at the opposite end of Luthis. Moving closer to his position, Luthis pulled out a chair and took a seat.

 

"Monsieur. Tell me, how has the Black Sun been...?"

 

A small grin was appeared behind Vandren's helmet, he already like this guy.

[Silas]

Jacen watched as the man entered and sat down opposite from Jacen.

 

"Mr. Vandren, I am Jacen Onnd, current head of this facility. I have heard many things about you Mr. Vandren, all of them good. Black Sun has hit some hard times since you have been gone, such as the losing the Dubrillion base, and our current fiasco at Thorpe Headquarters where we lost most of our agents, including Piccolo. But now we are well on the way to making a huge dent in the Force Users and extracting revnge. All I can tell you is to be prepared, for we will be heading to Kashyyyk soon, and to enjoy your time here. If you have any questions Mr. Vandren, I'm here to answer them to the best of my ability."

[Luthis Vandren]

"Please, enough with the formalities. Just call me Luthis, or Vandren, or, well, Luthis Vandren."

 

He then thought over what the man had said to him, Pic had died. Pic was the strongest person that Vandren ever knew, and to see that they finally had some hard competition was reminding him about his previous stomach pain.

 

"I just have two for you Jacen. The first, being pretty obvious. Do we have any current alliances with any other faction?"

 

The last time he left, the Black Sun had seemed to make enemies with every known person in the galaxy.

 

"The second, who killed our great friend, Piccolo?"

[Silas]

"Well, Luthis, the answer to your first question, I'm not realy sure. I haven't been filled in. To the best of my knowledge, we are "allied" with a group of people under the command of a man who calls himself Slicer. To the second, Piccolo was killed by a man named Exodus."

 

Jacen handed a folder containing the battle reports.((Check the Upper Levels of Coruscant for more details.))

 

"Is there anything else I can do for you?"

[Luthis Vandren]

"No, that is all, thank you for your time Jacen."

 

Pushing back from the table, Luthis stood up and cracked his neck. Feeling satisfied, he moved out of the room, and out of the building. His intentions were to go to Last Call, he had another recruit waiting for him there. He would be back soon.

 

Getting in his ship, Luthis lifted off to his previous destination.

[Silas]

Watching Luthis go, Jacen realized that he had just been in the presence of one of the greats. He had heard stories about Luthis Vandren since he had become a bouty hunter. Luthis was supposed to be one of the best bounty hunters the galaxy had ever known, and Jacen respected that.

 

Standing, Jacen headed back to the Command Center, stopping on the way at one of the café's to pick up a carmel macchiato espresso. Jacen slowly sipped the drink as he sat in front of the view screens, monitoring the base.

[Luthis Vandren]

Luthis set down his ship, and took a moment to soak up the landscape. This was the first time he really took a look around to welcome the new environment. It was quite odd knowing that the Black Sun had changed bases, it made them seem weak and powerless, but Luthis knew the exact opposite. Pushing up on his armrests he walked slowly outside, looking for the ship of the new recruit that he had just achieved.

[Silas]

While Jacen was lounging in his chair, he noticed that Luthis Vandren had landed, and now was apparently waiting for someone. Jacen reached for his comlink and punched in Luthis's comm frequency.

 

--Comm To Luthis--

 

Welcome back, and if I may ask, what are you doing? Are you waiting for someone I should know about?

 

--end comm--

[Dravyn]

Darkholme narrowed his eyes as Artus came in view before him. He had done his research well as all the information on Artus now came to mind. It was the main mining site for the exceptional mineral: cortosis. It was is one of few minerals mined to be used purely for war. It was used to disrupt the loop of energy that composed the blade of a lightsaber. Pushing the freighter towar a docking bay, Darkholme lowered the ramp and made his way down toward Luthis with his armor strapped to his body and helmet in the crook of his arm.

 

"Now what?"

[Silas]

Jacen watched as another man joined Luthis on the landing feild. The man had armor strapped to him, and was carrying his helmet.

 

Who is he, and why has Luthis brought him here?

 

--Comm to Luthis again--

 

Luthis, who is the man next to you, and why is he here. I would appreciate it very much if you would bring him into the base so I can meet him, and find out what this is all about.

 

--end comm--

[Luthis Vandren]

Comm. to Jacen

 

-No worries friend, I have found a new recruit that wishes to become one of us. I'm bringing him in now to meet you.-

 

End

 

Luthis turned back to Darkholme, and spoke.

 

"Seems like your already notorious with being seen with me in your first 5 minutes here. If it's okay, come with me inside the building to meet some of the other bounty hunters."

 

Luthis moved into the compound, and pass the assho1e guard that stopped him earlier. Looking back to Darkholme to speed the hell up, he moved into the conference room where he had first met Jacen. Pulling out a seat for himself, he motioned for Dark to take the other seat beside him, before Jacen entered, he wanted to get to know him a bit better.

 

"So, tell me about yourself, and what made you seek out the Black Sun."

[Dravyn]

"During the course of my life, I have lived on many planets and learned many customs. My mother and father abandoned me as they soon realized was was not normal. Unlike my parents, my DNA differed from the normal strain. It contained several mutations in the strands. Some of which have manifested themselves in these wings and my enhanced strength. Whether more wil manifest themselves or not, I am not sure."

 

Taking a seat across from Luthis, Darkholme plaed his helmet on the table and turned the visor toward the Black Sun hunter. Although Darkholme gussed recording technology was included in Luthis's visor as well, Darkholmes recorder was always active.

 

"I began killing for money when the Imperial Academy rejected me for being evolved. They said I would ruin the reputation of the Empire if a freak joined the ranks of Imperial service. After that moment I learned that if I was see combat, I would need to find it on my own."

[Luthis Vandren]

"I see, you have no worries here, we are all... different in one way or another."

 

He got up from his seat and went over to the small desk which contained a pitcher of water, grabbing two glasses he poured water into his glass and that of his new friend, Darkholme.

 

"It seems that us two do have something in common, our parents have betrayed our goals and... talents."

 

Luthis handed Dark the glass and sat back down, taking a nice long swig of his water.

 

"Too bad this is the dry area of the compound, or we could get some girls in here."

[Dravyn]

Narowing his eyes toward Luthis, Darkholme took hold of the glass and brought it to his lips. Tilting the glass back he felt the cold rush as the water hit his tongue. Allowing the water to wet his parched mouth, Darkholme set the glass back down and turned his attention once again towards the Black Sun hunter.

 

"What talents do you have other than the the ability to sleep after a cold-blooded murder? "