"Well... sort of. Our attempts havn't been very, ahh... successful." DarkStar gave a grimace. "Fortunetly, none of our members died, but the Nomads don't seem to want to talk much. Hopefully this will allow us at at least chat without them trying to blow our ship out of the sky."
He glanced at Virus. "I'm sorry... I should probobly explain what i'm talking about. The Cambridge Research Institute had given out a Ban on Nomad transport, save for those equiped with their specialised containers. You know this, but what came up was that the CRI have put a stageing ground at Yaren Base for these Nomad Containment Units. I plan on docking there, at least for a short while, and rigging a few of the NCUs to have the reverse effect. Those ships will suddenly have a major Nomad problem on their hands, meaning they'll either be possessed or destroyed. Either way, the Nomads are happy and they might even talk to us... assuming that they beleive I was the one who rigged the NCUs."
"At any rate, we'll be on and off in a short ammount of time, and then on to our rendevus." DarkStar smiled. "If you want anything, let me know. For starters, I can give you one, or two if you like, of our blasters." He beckoned Virus to follow again.
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
"Two blasters would be preferable. I may get into a lot of trouble in the future and my other....Methods.... Are limited." Virus followed, almost obediently.
"Actually DarkStar. We've been thinking about... Permanently joining the Phantom Empire. We know that we have been... At least, useful in the past. Are there any other actions we need to make to assure our... Submission is accepted?"
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."
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
Virus cocked an eyebrow. "Masters?" Arouk could tell that there was a powerful presence around. It didn't seem hostile, and its definately wasn't Nomadic. That didn't mean it wasn't dangerous.
Virus stood rather rigidly, neither Arouk nor Virus knowing who or what was DarkStar's 'master.' "So, where are they?"
"We are here..." DarkStars voice was suddenly very diffferent. It was deep, and almost monotone. "We have temporarily taken controll of our Illuminated Ones vocal organs to converse with you. Our primary method of conversation would be rather... invasive."
"They are telepathic, and could talk directly with you. However, they're trying to be nice and NOT go inside your head. Well, for now at least." DarkStars voice was back to normal for that last part, as if the deep voice was reserved specificly for the Masters. It changed back not long after, however.
"The one called DarkStar is our true Illuminated One, our agent in the field so to speak. He is in charge of makeing sure our goals become a reality."
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
"We thank you for your kindness. Ano-... A telepathic entity in his head might destroy him." Virus' face once again returned to its usual blank look. The 'masters' weren't a threat to Arouk or his host. At least not yet.
"What are your goals?" Virus asked with an uncannily powerful curiosity.
"We've been watching this race, the Humans, for a great ammount of time; almost since they reached sentiance. We have discovered many things about them, many of which the Humans refuse to admit even to themselfs. We watched several episodes of genocide, each more brutal than the last. We watched as war was raged across their homeworld, Earth. We watched as they poisoned and ruined their planet with pollution and war. We watched as they went about "normal" days. We watched and saw all the aspects of the human psychie. They are capable of great good, but more often then not they do great evil. Their, knack, for destruction has lead to nothing but more and more violence. If continued, they would surely kill eachother off without our hands. It is more probobl that they would search for new battlefields, endangering the other speicies around them. We have decided that this cannot be allowed."
The Master's voice grew more and more intense, as if solidifying the goals for all of Humanity.
"This is the only place where Humans have spread. Their homeworld was destroyed by the Nomads, and all there died with it. Now, all that is left are these in Sirus. Soon, with the help of the Nomads, we will make sure the Humans vast numbers are reduced. Only the ones that we "Enlighten" will be spared. In short, we want the Humans to be nothing more than a memory.
"We want Sirus burnt to ashes."
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
If these beings were as powerful psycically as they seemed, they all ready knew full well that Virus had more than one mind in him. Of course, that doesn't mean they are not going to 'enlighten' him or kill him. "Does this mean that I'm to be destroyed or controlled? I'd rather die." Virus asked, his face still neutral, his voice still double.
The human half of the voice did have a hint of fear. Human fear; something that a Necron could never understand. Arouk knew full well that if they killed Virus, he would still survive, that meant he had no fear, but he did dread the loss of his most recent host.
"You will be spared. We sense you are not human, at least not fully, and therefore are not part of this purging. DarkStar has requested that you receive the Sonic Nullifier to shield you from the effects of his weapon, but other than that we promise you will not be touched."
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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
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