Begining of the end

[Kane]

Hidden by the nebula, and running dark, the Oblivion lay in total silence. A wing of highly paid Dragons had swept the cloud earlier, and anyone who should not be there was removed... Generaly with residual momentum sending what was left into the black abyss of deep space. Another wing spaced out, keeping an eye on any traffic headded their way, and thus towards the Oblivion.

But it was a good plan, and nobody came by. So, the Oblivion was kept in total unnoticed silence. One shuttle, an Armored Transport, undocked and slid away from the cloud. Close to Honshu, the pilot gave a quick story about how they had barely escaped detection from the Dragons, fleeing deep into the nubula and keeping dark, just now making it back. It joined the normal traffic over Honshu, and landed on the planet. From the cargo bay, three men stepped out; Some sort of rich person, and his two bodyguards dressed in matching black suits and mirrored wrap-around sunglasses. The bodyguards both had stainless-steel suitcases, the contents and purpose unknown.

The trio headded off to the museum, the haughty man taking on the air of an art connoisseur. They walked around a bit, the rich man lingering on objects that he apparently liked. Few people noticed these all seemed to be Dom Kavash artifacts. When at last, they came to the sword.

"Exquisite, is it not? One of a kind." The connoisseur aproached.
"I hear the one who got this had quite a difficult time getting it. They had to extract the poor man out of an asteroid in the Omicron systems from a large group of Nomads." The man stepped beside Kargaroth and looked at the sword. In a quiet voice, he said, "Although, I would like to see it back in the hands of the origonal owners..."
Kargaroth's head quickly turned to look at the one who had dared to intrude, and the man looked back. A single word, a name, filled the unspoken gap between the pair.

Darkstar.

Hidden under the faccade of the art snob, he gave a slight smile. "Now, is there anything I can help you with? Perhaps a place to talk, unobserved?"

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