The One That Wasn't Obliterated

[Alpha 429]

It was dark, too dark for most. But not for Obliterator. He was in the inner most section of the Temple of the Revenant. Despite appearing normal he was tense, for the first time in many years he could feel the irritating and agitating sense of restriction as the feeling took hold of him. Of course he was tense he had been called to a special briefing, however this was no ordinary briefing, an ordinary briefing would take place on the command deck with Darkstars chief tacticians present but not this time, this time he had been summoned to Darkstars private quarters. Obliterator doubted that even Lord Glock had seen in there before. He also knew that the very thought of being in there made even Onyx shudder, and that suggestion was enough to unnerve even the most battle-hardened veterans in the Phantoms. Whether this was supposed to be some sort of strange honour or not Obliterator was not looking forward to being in there.

Was that discomfort he had just felt? Surely not. He wasnt accustomed to such things but still Darkstar did not like this. He had seen firsthand what Obliterators rage could do. Corruptors knee said it all. But now is not the time for reconsidering. The CTans orders were clear. He did not like it. This would be a situation he had never been in before and that was a scary thing indeed. But now was not the time. Now he had to conduct a very private briefing in his personal space. Darkstar looked behind him. Hmmm I think a partition would be a good idea.

Obliterator was outside the door now. He knocked the door and entered.

To Be Continued.

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I know where it is Cortana, I just have to find it. - Commodore Puddles