Fantasmas de la Nube Siniestra

[Vince Piccio]

A curse bitten off by the Kusari man alerted Vince and Renato to the trouble the intruder was bringing. The body language of the newcomer, a Bretonian by looks, betrayed no hostility - nor any emotion, really. He looked to be in his forties with a practiced poker face.

"Bernard..." the Libertonian began, but was cut off by a wave of Bernard's hand.

"We've been aware of your presence," he addressed the interlopers, completely ignoring the other three men who had open worry painted on their faces. "Do you think such a significant disturbance could go unnoticed?"

Renato began to speak, but was also forestalled by a stopping motion from the newcomer.

"No. There are forces at work here that you likely don't comprehend, forces that would very much like to... meet you." He then directed his attention at the three natives: "And ignorance is no excuse for you three. You will be dealt with in due time."

The Corsair got a look like he was going to fall to his knees and plead for mercy, using his unwillingness as an excuse. The Libertonian, however, placed a restraining hand on his shoulder. The worry was dissolving into a sort of defiant stance. "No, Bernard. Change is coming..."

"Change is never coming. People come and go, and he is always in charge." The way Bernard said "he" seemed to imply that an ominous figure held some sort of power here. Paling for a moment, the Libertonian continued to stand tall. Until his only support began to mist away... Gasping, Vince and Renato regarded their quickly misting bodies with open amazement, and no little amount of horror. "What's happen---" was all Vince could stutter out before they disappeared completely.

Bernard smiled wickedly. "Guess who'd like to see you three? I've been informed that it's... someone's time."

Their eyes were comparable to saucers.

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