A mysterious communication from Syana Kyan.

[Seth Karlo]

//Ah, it's cool. Never really had much of a plan for this RP, was hoping the IMG could get in first... perhaps I can add a twist...

It happened in Tau 39.

They had just jumped from Alpha, Syana sitting, trembling, knife still clutched in her hand. The marines hadn't dared to try and take it off her, hadn't dared to try and touch her. One had been brave enough to hand her a robe to cover herself with, and she had taken it without smiling or thanking, but she looked deep into his eyes for a second.

And he shivered.

As they started to break through out of the nebula, the warnings blared.

"Incoming Outcast fleet!" came the yell.

The Ranseur class dreadnought spoke before anyone could move. A single massive volley of shots rammed into the Corsair/Order fleet, smashing through metal and exploding against shields.

From the misty blue veil that was the cloud, Destroyers and gunboats appeared, Sabres zipped around the ships and Falcata's roared towards the rescuers.

The marine that had handed her the robe looked at Syana.

"Why the hell do they want you this badly?"

Syana looked up.

"I have no goddamn idea. Why the hell did you rescue me?"

The marines jaw clenched, and he fell silent, weapon ready. Syana stood and walked out of the room. The marines didn't follow. Slowly she moved towards the hangar bay.

The lust for blood called to her. Now, starting to mix with the temptation call of Cardamine, she felt on fire. Here, she could satisfy her need, even if only slightly...

She took a Titan and roared out of the Osiris. And she wondered, who on earth were these people... and why were they helping her?

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