Of Aliens and Possession...

[Kane]

DarkStar stopped dead in his tracks. "Join us?" He pondered for a moment. Then a grin, a real one, spread across his face. "You certainly have been helpful. I can't think of any reason why you couldn't." Then he frowned.
"The only part left would be a small visit with my, ahh... superiors. I'm afraid that would be a bit... unsetteling."
They kept walking as DarkStar talked, eventually ending at DarkStars quarters. "And then there is the matter of the implants needed, and i'll have to give you a full breifing on our goals, weapons, and other minor details." The door slid open, and DarkStar made to step inside. "I really can't see any reason to deny you, and I, for one, would be happy to have you aboard. We don't exactly have many operatives..."
That presence became stronger again. *We would like to speak with him.*
Now?
*Yes. Sit on you bed, and we shall take care of the rest.*
As you command.
This time, the presence did not go away, but lingered full force. "My Masters would like to have a talk with you. Please, step inside and make yourself comfortable." DarkStar walked to his bed, and sat down. The door hissed shut behind Virus. "I must caution you, this may be a little strange at first."

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