The Shadow of Sirius

[Crysis]

-822AS

The pair met back on Planet Malta at the Magellan smugglers little ranch, Reiner never forgot the location mentioned over a few drinks that night and he was certain it was in the ‘ranch’ where this was being manufactured for transportation, so one hot afternoon on a scorching field In the outer southern regions of Planet Malta, from the clouds descended the nightmare back into Erich’s life. With a rapid plunge the light fighter came to halt inches above the ground, its thrusters blowing away and flattening the grass covered earth beneath it before landing, the dust cloud it raised engulfed the ship from which a silhouette immersed. It approached Erich and the Farmer, the two watched, their hands at the hilt of their firearms, the figure was wearing a brown trench coat which hung down by his legs, his face was masked by a bandana like scarf which hung slightly lower as it came down from the top of his nose down to his ears. On his head, the man wore a black baseball cap, worn at a slight decline to prevent direct view of his face, he approached, a six foot three inch, athletic figure. All it took was a raise of the head for Erich to catch a glimpse of his eyes, the darkness, the focused look bordering on the fine line between being a genius or being insane. It didn’t take much for the two to start from where they left and hatch together a bigger business plan with a little deeper ambition driven by Reiner. He seemed different to Erich, he couldn’t put it together, it was in his eyes, he had a dark aura about him at times.

It is uncertain where he went, though as far as Erich could dig out of him about his whereabouts for the last three years, all he could pull together was his champion like work for the Mandalorians some talk of delving into the Edge Worlds and remaining in hiding anywhere he could scavenging wrecks and hiding around Planet New York occasionally, still avoiding detection like if he never existed. He mentioned gathering parts from dark web black markets and underground warehouses too, blueprints mainly on ancient equipment, ‘Antique junk’ Erich thought to himself. Erich had become a Cardamine smuggler in the Border Worlds occasionally meeting with some clients in Liberty Space to drop off and head back to his life of money making and luxury however after a flawed deal with a client, he was forced into bankruptcy and is now back to zero, through no other fault than a grass, dealt with accordingly (we know how things go).

-22/2/822AS

Reiner returns to the Rochester Inn, an essence of Déjà vu fills him. Erich begins to fund their cause by continuing his illegal trades by his own means and risk, Reiner his backup when available, his ship, The Siminot(The Si(See)Mi(Me)Not(Not) – See Me Not) at least he thought it was a clever play on words.