In a dark mysterious place, several cloaked figures gather..infact to be precise there were seven of them, slowly making their way through the room to a table.
Testing...testing...one..excuse me..pardon me...sorry didnt mean to knock you...three....
Hello my Fellow Von's, its a sad day for us.
*mumbles of agreement*
We have been thrown away like second hand toilet paper, forgotten like those cheese snacks at the back of a worn out sofa...but are we dissuaded by the Empires lack of vision...I say NO!
So what they have failed but we shall not, even when they took our funds away, even when they shut the door in our faces, even when we didnt complete any mission or task they set us!
We will be Victorius!
*Group cheer's in a whisper*
We will regain our honor, the Dark Wing will succeed....so first we must get new ships...i realise our great war machines have been failing us due to the Ion Storms but number 4 has selected our new ships
*whisper- Cough...oh ok display the images number 4
Yes these ships while small will allow us to continue our Campaign of hahaha Terror!
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