Nemesis

[Meallan]

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Fort Leniex : Dagon's Workshop

Dagon walked in his workshop, the lights turning on automatically. He breathed in and looked at it. Everything was in place, exactly as he left it. He brought the cold beer up to his lips and savored the refreshing liquid, while resetting his train of thoughts. For the past twenty-four hours, it has been a mess. The Sunny was shot to hell, power grid and shunts were burned, core almost went critical and he had not one, but two fights with its captain, Heartwood. Pretty little thing, but with a temper to match his own. Locklear was still back in Bering, but now with security, Legion's own, around him and waiting for his health to return to a nominal status so that he could be transported back home. Reeves was pissed with him, not only for scoring one of his marshals but also because he managed to leave the Revenant so easily.

Either way, he spent hours working on the Last Sunrise and finally called it a night. Five more days and the old lady would be right as rain, dispersing hellfire and brimstone once again. But that was not the reason he was in his workshop. He closed the doors behind him, turned on the music and threw his dirty and oil stained work jacket on top of his couch. Finishing up his beer, he eyed the main holo table, and walked towards it. He pushed the electronic components that were resting on top of it and finally powered it up. Accessing his private server, he pulled up several files he had, all locked away in the shadows of a digital world. And there it was. The final key. The main project file was executed and a holographic image appeared. The ship he once thought was his prima-dona.

The hologram spinned, showing the promise of what he wanted to bring forth to reality in the Legion. But now, that dream was still far away. Because a new monster was coming to. It was being birthed as he was there. That was his real prima-dona. His masterpiece. Nemesis. But Nemesis was still not completed and needed some bits and pieces that he designed and developed for this Hellfire promise alone. He pulled up the data schematics and started to do a once over them. Everything had to be perfect. Every flow. Every plate. Every grid. As the files emerged, he looked at the spinning hologram and promised to himself.

"You'll be flying. You will."

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