Corruption and Change

[Kane]

The other Slayers and Terminator Lords sat, talking with each other about what they had done. Outside, the purple nebulae sparkled from ionic discharges in the particles, illuminating the black, daggerish space-scape outside. Then there was a second flash, a thin needle-like ship suddenly appearing from the nether, sliding forward with disturbing suddenness for those who have never seen reaction-less drives. The C'Tan shuttle moved out of sight as it proceeded towards the docking bay, touching down and depositing its sole occupant, the C'Tan surgeon.

Both the surgeon and Dark Star arrived soon after, stepping from one of the lift-tubes into the larger hall.

"Well well well... Been having a bit of fun, have we?" The marines who had gathered around to hear the stories roared in agreement, wicked laughs trailing off after a time. Dark Star grinned under his mask.

"Good... So, who of my Slayers have not gone yet? Now is your chance to do so, and then we shall enlighten this miscreant; He's been shown the error of his ways, and soon we shall show him salvation!" Once more, the marines roared approval, a few making bets on what the remaining Slayers would do.

The C'Tan surgeon, meanwhile, simply bobbed lightly in the air, looking about with it's multitude of eyes rather cautiously. None here would dare hurt it, but the last report indicated that several factions in this sector of the galaxy knew of the Temples existence, and location. The resourcers and head medical technicians had assured it that any direct assault on the Phantoms was a sentence to suicide, but all the same the surgeon had no desire to be in a battle.

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This is the real true story of rock and roll; it was not about anything more then, how to live your life, as a gangster, in sartorial splendor, and turning the world into a place where normality would never return again...- Malcolm McLaren