- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
As Fossion landed on Larev, memories flooded his mind, none of them good. This was the place he last saw his father, before he was taken and executed. He quickly moved towards the building looming in the dark. Here he hoped to find his father's old friends and any youner ones they had recruited. As he came up to it he noticed something was wrong. He could not sence anyone here. He quickly pulled out one of his pistols. Due to whatever happened in his past he could not only see everything as well as day, but he could feel it. Every angle of the building, every gust of wind, every smell, he could sense. He sensed something he did not want to. As he kicked down the door two things happened, he shot down a Shadowlock, and something grabbed his arm. "Fossion, is that you?"
"Yes, who is this"
"Nevrhek, we have been preparing for your coming, there are 40 of us, 4 light Recon fighters, and 2 Titan 90 tanks"
"Excelent, let's get going"
None of the troops had any idea how each other knew of their preparance. To them it was all amzing. SO many secrets. None knew what lay within Fossion's mind, but if they had, they would have wished they were never born.