What would you do when you have nearly lost your family, your home...everything that you had cherished? You take matters into your own hands and deliver the hand of vengeance on your enemies who dare to threaten everyone's future. Once more, a story...
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(Melaina's POV)
January 8th, 2023 ME
Our chapter begins high above the planet, suspended in the vast expanse of space, where the Earth spins quietly below. Orbiting the globe is a secretive space station known as Nostramus, a formidable stronghold belonging to the Darklings. Concealed from prying eyes, this station boasts cutting-edge cloaking technology that renders it invisible to both the naked eye and advanced sensors. Within its metallic embrace lies a sprawling shipyard, deflector shields, and a state-of-the-art arms manufacturing facility, strategically designed to equip the Darklings for any impending conflict. The station is heavily armed, featuring a battery of point-defense laser cannons, turbolasers, ion cannons, and powerful tractor beams—all ensuring that Nostramus stands ready as a bastion of military might.
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Inside the station, the atmosphere crackles with tension as we enter the opulent yet foreboding throne room. At the center of this grand chamber, adorned with dark, intricate decorations and suffused with a dim, eerie glow, sits Melaina. Her presence is commanding, an embodiment of both beauty and danger, as she lounges on Dark Squid's ornate throne, draped in rich fabrics that hint at her power and ruthlessness.
Approaching her with measured reverence, Warmaster Windukin lowers himself to one knee, the weight of his mission evident on his face. The two Hell Angels flanking the entrance, clad in dark robes and radiating an aura of menace, remained to protect the two dark figures as they conversed privately. It is unbeknownst to Melaina that these guards serve not merely as her protectors but as spies for Dark Squid. Dark Squid's relentless paranoia is evident even towards her closest allies and family, including her own daughter.
Melaina: I see you have returned, Warmaster. You bring news from Al-Halwan? *Melaina's voice is smooth, yet laced with a predatory anticipation*
Windukin, embodying the distinguished demeanor of a nobleman despite his current allegiance, speaks with a refined tone.
Windukin: We've received a transmission from the cult dispatched to the Tomb of Cyrux. They have confirmed the existence of several vaults, each brimming with priceless artifacts. These relics could very well grant the Darklings a decisive edge in our ongoing struggle against our enemies.
