- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
A gust wind blows by as the dropship flies away. There stands Tango, cloak in white, his cape flutter's in the wind. "So, you are all that stands between me and conquest of this world. It will be a pleasure destroying you."
Then, Tango unsheathes his weapon. A simple staff, then as if by command it begin to glow a brillant blue. "This is the staff of the Xions and it has may powers. So prepare yourself for your inevitable DOOM!"