Of Aliens and Possession...

[Kane]

DarkStar nodded in greating. "We're going to Omicron Delta. There is... someone there I must see. You are, as always, welcome to come along." He flashed a quick smile, more of an automatic gesture than anything else. "After that, things should start getting interesting." "Uh... My, plans for Sirus..." He cought himself before saying 'our.' "Required a correct time. Now, with the arrival of these 'Unknowns', the time may be ripe for us." He stood and began to pace. "However, we will need help... Oh yes, we will need help of a special sort..."
The presence in the room grew much stronger suddenly.
*He must also speak with us.*
Are you sure?
*We are.*
DarkStar stoped stuttered for a second in his pacing, glanced upwards, and then continued on. The presence left but part of it still lingered, as if directly connected with something in the room.
DarkStar stoped pacing for a second, and stared off into space. "Everyone seems to have forgotten about us. But they won't for long... They would be fools to do otherwise once i've revealed my plans." A slow grin crept across his face, and an glint in his eye shone. His grin held no warmth, and in fact was that of a predator about to strike it's helpless and defencless prey. The glint was not merry or chearful, but of malignant intent and perhaps maddness. "Not that it would matter for long..."
He shook himself back to reality, and turned to Virus. "Will you join us?"

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