Vanished?

[Kane]

Deep inside the Bering asteroid field, docked with Pacifica Base, lay a ship dreaded by many. Not just by the ship itself, but of what it represented. It was the Hugenot "Blackblade", the flagship of the Phantom Empire and the personal ship of one Captain DarkStar.
Within it's protective shield and hull lay the mastermind behind one of the most dreaded pirate empires in Sirus. DarkStar, however, was no longer serving those pirates, or even himself for that matter. He was sitting on his bed, in deep conversation with "The Masters", the ones who he really worked for.
With the arrival of these 'Unknowns' the world has gone into an upheaval. They are many, and they are powerful... Together. But like any other faction, alone they are weak.
*So we understand. They do not pose much threat to our cause as of now. The best course of action would be to avoid them, or even perhaps help them. You must not endanger the master plan, no matter your course of action.*
Do not worry, my Masters. Sirus will fall to you. There will be no opposition. Even these 'Unkowns' will not threaten you.
*Be sure of it.*
Surely, with the help of the Nomads, there can be no real chalange to you...
*The Nomads are proving... stubborn. They would rather face attacks from us AND the humans then accept our help. We will change their mind, one way or another.*
What are your orders then?
*Continue your nutrality, for now. When the time becomes right you will know. There will be no one to stop us then.*
By your will...
*You must also make your way to Omicron Delta... We must meet face-to-face once more. You will receive a reward for your diligance, a great power that will aid you in the comeing missions.*
I hear and obey, my Masters...
Even those with limited phsychic power could tell that there was activity in Bering, assuming they were in the same system. The Masters presence left DarkStars' mind, and he was once again alone. He slowly went through a series of streaches to get the blood flowing again, and to awaken his body. Moveing to the bridge, he thought of what had happened to him.
The Masters took him, modified his mind, and gave him a purpose. He aquired a ship, a crew, and some things others had never even thought of. His crew had been "Illuminated" as he had, and were totaly loyal to him and the Masters. Well, all but one...
He reached the bridge and began to give orders.
"Get ready to move out. We're going to Omicron Delta again."
"Aye, sir!"
"Make it so... And call Virus to my quarters. We must talk..."
With his orders given, he was confident they would be carried out. He walked back to his room, and awaited Virus' arrival.
-DarkStar and Virus' conversation continued in a different thread, to prevent confusion-

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