The Concert of Madness - Printable Version

She nodded, acquiescing to the order, of course. Her prosthetic eye glinted with a green hue with the light shifting. As she raised her head, her face was the cold steel that Hall was already used to, yet always causing a slight cold jolt through his spine. He could never decide if it was the natural noble air of command she issued or her colorful past history. With her good arm, she clutched softly the device and turned around to face the door. She was somewhat happy to finally be off her capital ship training and tactical overview of several operations, due to the attainment of the captain rank within the Bretonian Armed Forces. The past six months were if nothing, grueling, in her mind. Kaze Nelson Reidman Dagon was a woman of action, always in favor of being in person in the fighting and in the heath of the battle. Although while the capital training occurred, she managed to get her body back up to speed with her bionic attachments. She was at the top of her condition, and that condition was clearly shown in the confidence that she exhumed with every step. Mid step she stopped and turned to look the Admiral in the eye for a couple of seconds, before speaking. "I do hope this is for Bretonia, Sir Hall. Not for you." The implied threat was all she needed to voice, before resuming her walk to the office door. It was still a brand new world for her, the reality of Bretonia in these days. Yet, she was willing to step back into Hell again, for the Queen and for the People. With her bionic hand, she opened the door, with a stronger grip than needed, and walked out. She quickly glanced to the side to meet a face. She remembered it as Captain Paul McKinley, recently issued as Executive Officer to Hall. With a nod, she kept walking and already thinking on how to enter Planet Leeds.

A feeling somewhat compared to excitement ran through her head, before being shut down by the rationality of reality and training that already were hard-wired into her being.

Several hours later, Captain Kaze Dagon was sitting in the living room of her modest apartment, reading an old leather bound book. The data-pad at her side came to life with a chain of messages. She picked the data-pad up and saw the video message. Rising from the couch, she kneeled at the side of the coffee table, where tactical equipment and weaponry were displayed. Catching a clean rag, her hands started to clean the small components. Preparation before the operation. One hour later, the black clad woman ran to one of the small privately owned bays in Credenhill, with a duffel bag on her shoulder. Effortlessly, she pushed one of the huge doors, and the lights turned on, detecting movement. An old, patched up Nyx stood in the middle of the bay. Several hull components as well armoured plates were not original. The titanium matte-like hue of them diffused the light. "Hello, old girl. Time to fly again." Kaze whispered, looking at the ship. She quickly climbed to the control station and started to power the auxiliary systems and to preform system checks.

Thirty minutes later, the Nyx engines were pushed to the limit and headed out to the docking ring in the atmosphere. Transmitting her fake paperwork, she exited Cambridge as Lyla Smith, former colonial engineer, now working for a robotic parts factory startup in the planet. She looked at the vastness of the void and breathed in.

Once again into the darkness.