Begining of the end

[Kane]

Incomming Message:

Origin: Oblivion

Destination: Raf'el

This is Crystal Oni. I'm afraid DarkStar is unavaliable at the moment. However, you bring important news. I'll hack the KNF Routine Repair & Refit database, and soon the KNF will have the Chimera up in drydock. That, or it's cover will be blown and the Chimera will be taken out of the picture. Either way, it won't be around to effect the outcome.

In the meantime, try to find any other AW vessels that might try to sneak in here. If there are none, then cause some diversion over in Theta. THAT should get their attention.

End of Message:

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DarkStar smiled.
"We will be able to take care of whatever comes. There are quite a few nasty suprizes in our shuttle. And if that fails, the Oblivion can come in and show them what the name means."

He resumed his mask of an art snob. "Very well then. It was a pleasure talking with you, old friend. Bodyguards! Come! We have things to do elsewhere." DarkStar lead his men away, back towards his ship. If anyone saw them, they would assume it was just some rich man and his two goons. Unless DarkStar pulled off his mask, it was impossible to tell otherwise.

On the armored transport, DarkStar called the detachment of marines together in the hold.
"Ladies and gentlemen... Today we will be holding off a few enemies of old. Standard fair, really. But today, we're going to get to break in the new Heavy Assault Armor."
There were cheers and evil laughs from the group.
"Reaper, Tanya, and Sickle will take the suits. The rest of you armor up with the Powered Armor. Weapon loadout is your choice."
The marines grinned and moved to the large lockers in the hold. The Heavy Assault Armor was slowly brought online, each system checked and rechecked. The Powered Armor was put on, the fusion packs ignited, and the weapons brought out. Gleaming with lethal efficiancy, Nomad Chaingun Cannons, Flechette Launchers, Plasma throwers (Think flame-thrower, but with plasma instead), Nerve Gas Sprayers... weapons of death, each with it's own destructive purpose. Slowly, the marines were readied. DarkStar put on his own suit and covered it with a silken robe. Hidden once more under his mask, only now it masked more then his identity, DarkStar walked out to the starport. His "bodyguards" were absent, getting armored up in the ship. No one would suspect a thing...

Untill it was too late.

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