Pitch Black

[valen]

"Yes I remember my Angel, she was the reason I came back home. All will be well Michael, that's what she said. She made me endure and go home to Caroline, she couldn't help me after, but that is not her fault." - Michael spoke in remembrance, his mind drifted away a little, trying to remember the girl's face, but he couldn't connect her voice to a face, she was a blur, "I miss her." - He sighted.

Michael's mind and heart were on fire, feelings were mixing, thoughts were merging, the injustice that made him forget his Angel's face was unbearable. The universe is cruel, much too cruel towards him, and in his eyes the injustice must be corrected. Much did he suffer in his life, and each time his mind traveled back in the past, or the future, when he saw the suffering, misery, anguish that he went through, his only wish was to share it. To make people understand, and regret how they treated him. No wonder it they are guilty or not, in his mind each and every one is the same. Flesh and blood, breakable.

"None can hide from me." - Michael said with a cold blooded voice, the expression on his face was that of a killer, a seeker for revenge. A silent grim could be heard as he entered Bretonia space.

"Home yet again. I always enjoy coming back here, fear can be smelled even in space! The fear of me! They know me here. And if they don't....Well then, they will. Haha! Blood is to be shed! Flesh to be ripped! Wrath to be unleashed! Revenge to be delivered upon the all of them!"

Nothing could stop now between Michael and his long lasted vengeance. None were innocent in his eyes, too much was done to him in the past, to just be forgiven. Sins must be payed for, redemption must be earned through blood.

Michael turned on the auto pilot, and went in the back to see his armor, his love, that understood him, that bonded with him on a deeper level. That was all in his head, he connected to the armor, and nothing save true human emotions could draw him back into reality. Slowly he put on the armor, and he felt its power flow through him. The armor's needles connected to his muscles and bone tissue, but Michael was already used to it, as he felt no pain.

[[POWER AT 13% AND FALLING]]
[[POWER CORE CHARGING NEEDED]]

"What the **** is happening?!"

[[POWER FAILURE]]

"Arghhhhhh!!" - Michael's rage was rising, as even the armor failed him. He ran a system diagnostics on the armor, and it was reading that there is a power failure in the core. Recharging was needed, and Michael was out of himself, anger consumed him.

"Where did I put that datapad! ****!? Come on Old Man, be useful for once in your life. Where the hell is your stuff?!" - He was crashing the interior of his ship, nothing was more important now. Finally he located The Old Man's datapad, that had all his research and information about it in it.

"Hell yeah Old Man! Haha! Now where do I get the LiCad Crystals I need for the power core...." - Michael ran a search through the datapad, and a video feed started playing.

"Finally I managed to find a constant supplier of LiCad! Ahhh this is most excellent! I already ordered a huge shipment of those. It will cost me, but that is not important. The armor requires huge amounts of energy, and this is the only material that can be harvested to emit that amount of power. Ahh I am so excited!! Anyways, back to the topic, he didn't mention his name, all he said is to call him Decker. A strange name, he didn't sound like a Decker. Oh well. I did some research about him, pulled some strings, and it turns out his name is Kurtis Driscoll. Didn't sound like a Kurtis either, so I think they lied to me. He sounded like a Jerry, or Frank. Oh well. He is a funny looking guy as well. Smokes too much, it will kill him some day, if not tomorrow. Haha. Anyway one LiCad Crystal, which weights around 1 milligramme, costs 50 thousand credits! But it is worth it! Even one Crystal can power the armor for approximately 50 hours. Oh I am so excited!"

"I don't care about that Old Man! Where do I find this ****er!?" - Michael was getting aggravated as he continued to browse the datapad on information on this Decker. At least, he found what he was looking for.

"Received a transmission from Decker, Frank, or whatever his name was, he's got another shipment ready. Oh I am so excited!!"

..::INCOMING VIDEO FEED::..
..::COMM ID: ERROR::..

"Yo listen up Old Man, meet me at the designated coordinates. Be late, and be dead. I've got 10 big ones for you. Bring the money, 400 grands. Screw up, you'll wake up dead, that is you won't wake up at all.

The coordinates are encrypted in the message. I've also left a tracker, so you can track me anytime. But remember, someone finds me, that I don't want him to find me, I find you, and blame you, and rip you apart. Got it? Good. Now **** off."

..::VIDEO FEED TERMINATED::..

"A whole 10 milligrammes! Oh I am so excited! He gave me a discount, so it will cost me around 400 thousand credits! It is a lot, but I sold some of my stuff, so I have enough for this, and one more shipment. Oh this is excellent! This is where we meet, never heard about the ship before. It is a pretty one, although it looks like a prostitute liner. Maybe I'll meet someone there, who knows. Hehe. I am going to install the tracker on this datapad, so I can always contact him wherever I am. Oh I am so excited!!!"

Michael hacked the datapad's password, gaining access to the tracker. Luck has it, the tracker stopped working a while ago, probably Decker met someone he didn't want, and got rid of it. Last know position is some Liner, known as Leavenworth. It is a good place as any to start the search.

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