Stars fall Silent

[Niander]

Darkly lit, a corridor of Bretonian design once again only greenery grows upon it, the walls covered in vines in some places Two Figures meet in the middle of this silent passage way.

"So you placed the device like I said Doctor?" A strange Bretonian voice utters,

"Of course I did, You will see the Chaos unfold soon upon the news" The Doctor Chuckles

"I would like to see these Artifacts you've managed to crack. I have heard numerous things that they can do. Perhaps to benefit me.. Weapons of destruction.. after all.. come primary for my Goal." A stare can be felt through his words, piercing, evil, not a request, more a demand.

"I have told you, I have done this for the sake of advancing everyone, not just you, I even gave you the nickname Facesplitter after you cut that Bretonian Officer in half. I have paid my way as a member of the Green Front, but is t-"

"If you want to live doctor, I suggest you do obey me, You can take my Claymore as a response, I would rather go solo now anyway, I already have a few people waiting to help me achieve my goal, You give me your notes, Artifact's and some of your knowledge, that was part of the deal! Do not make me kill you right here right now in this ship, I would rather not have to wash off my Bulkhead with your old blood smearing face."

"Are you Mad man? Just because you saw something that was remotely alien once you think they exist? The Daam K'vosh are dead. you know they are dead! Who convinced you that they were alive in the first place? was it something to do with the Cardi heads? perhaps an Outcast? Or was it the Order trying to recruit you?" Alfred gives a sigh "Take my research if it will calm you, But know this, That technology is unstable and not fully understood."

"You must be stupid Doctor. The Daam K'vosh are Dead. but they left us a parting gift, I believe they are called Nomads. Or.. that's what I have heard anyway, I am so convinced, Convinced because one of them shot at me, It was nothing controlled by Human, Pink, Thick, Organic, even weapons were organic, Alfred I know what they are. Check records, Sightings of unusual organic ships, if they haven't been taken down by the government. Take my ship, You can use the Name, Facesplitter, I'll take your place as the Doctor, Besides, Notes are easy to follow, I recommend you head out of Faroe before they come and look for you."

"Fine.. Fine.. Facesplitter.. You cannot be talked out of this... I will transfer the Artifact's to your freighter at the Space-port, all my notes.. Everything. Tools. Equipment.. Just don't ever come near me again." Alfred Shakes his head defeated.

The Man he has been talking to turns and leaves towards the bar, his face holds a large scar across his right eye, which he covers with an eye patch, Black hair shoulder length, drifts as he walks, the Faint shape of a Stubble shadow surrounds his lips, following the chin line, his grey eyes don't look back mercilessly. Alfred walks in the other direction to the docking bay of the space port.