Two worlds, and another.

[Exile]

To the three, the halls of this place were cold, lifeless. A shell of nothingness. Metal and rock, it all ment nothing. They walked past doors and halls, past scared and amazed Reapers. It was hard not to be in awe or completely terrified. Three Hybrids. One Male, and two women accompanied by atleast five well-armed men wearing the Rheinland Military uniform.

They approached one of the most central corridors. A man and a woman stood there guarding a door. Apperantly to the Archon's quarters. He signaled them to stand down and opened the door. 'Leave us.' the Archon ordered his troops. They left only to be replaced by two of the men accompanying the Hybrids. They never liked disturbances.

The door closed and the Archon took his seat. 'Please..Be-' Before he could even finish half his sentance, he was interupted by one of the female Hybrids. Blonde, of avarage hight. 'You wish to speak with us. Speak'. 'Straight to bus-' 'Speak.' They seemed to be quite uncomfortable onboard this station. Hasty.

'Very well. Recently, several of your...agents reclaimed something that belonged to you. We had a nice little talk, as I'm sure you're well aware'. The Archon looked at the three hoping for a responce. He got non. 'Right, so. We spoke of- ' The other female interupted him. Wearing a white robe with blue decorations and eyes of the purest white. 'We know of what you speak'. 'Very well.' he replied with a sigh. 'When do you think you can deliver the...'

Lohingren heard three voices inside his mind, speaking in communion. He was unsure what to think of their proposal.

'Very well...I shall..Acompany you'. He said after a while. Almost with shocks in his movement, he stood up. The male hybrid walked out of the door first followed by the archon and lastly the two others. They met up with the Idle Rheinland Marines and walked back the way they came. Past the cold and lifeless halls made out of rock and metal, past Reapers who had gotten even more confused now. Seeing their leader with... Them worried some and encouraged others.

After a while, they entered the shuttle bay. In it stood four Valkyries and a Behemoth. The troops and Male Hybrid entered the Valkyries, and the remainder along with the Archon stepped into the Behemoth. They took off. On their way to that dark ship. The liner of myth and reality. After what seemed an eternity, they docked.

Half a day later

Omicron Iota, as it was called by the Humans. A place of beauty and peace to those of their kind. A place of hell and death to the others. The Liner orbited something that resembled a floating city inside one of the Nineve Nebula's. The Archon couldn't keep his eyes of it. So beautiful, so tranquil. One would be able to live here forever and be at peace.



The door opened. Another man stood there, armed. This time it was one wearing the Liberty Navy uniform. 'Archon, your presence is requested at the docking bay. Please follow me'.

And so he did.

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