The Players so far..
Zander Kane, once a trusted and highly decorated general for the United Federation, Kane betrayed not only his own race, but his own flesh and blood to join the Dark Collective, so he could be with the woman he loved. Now, he rides stardust and slipstreams, captaining the Betha, fighting for the collective, in hope of one day freeing the worlds from the federations ruling grasp.
Gadamrie, a Golden Priestess in the Dark Collective, who before the federation came to power boasted over one million hosts as part of her mind hive.
Syin-To-Twenty-Seven (Sin), Betha’s sentient companion, through the link they share Sin can control and communicate between Betha and Zander, as well as accessing and sometimes controlling other forms of technology.
Touvler, Zander’s right hand man and Betha’s co-pilot, Touvler along with two others joined Zander when he defected from the United Federations to the Dark Collective.
General Salidazar, an officer in the Dark Collective, who’s loyalties, may lie somewhere else.
High Priestess Dankika, leader of the Dark Collective, a maker, a being who exists across multiple realities.
High Lord Quinn, Commander for the United Federation, and a Quadrapled, a slang term for a clone. Quinn’s past is still yet to be revealed, but his past association with Zander Kane makes his story more of a mystery.
President Balmires, the current elected president of the united federation, Balmires’ rise to power is one worth of it’s own story, soaked in blood and betrayal.
Last time on Dark Stars
Zander and the crew of Betha find themselves requested by the High Priestess, once touching down, he comes face to face with General Salidazar, who has other plans for Zander.
And so, we continue…
“Shut up,” Zander hisses, as he looks towards several men who march towards him, weapons ready. “Salidazar, I didn’t realise this was going to be so formal,” he says as they come to a stop in front of them, their weapons, now raised and trained upon Zander and Touvler.
“Shut up balesh,” Salidazar says, Zander’s eyebrows raise and his smile drops as he darts a quick look over to Touvler, who meets his glace with a confused look of his own.
“I think there’s some sort of confusion, Dankika request…” He doesn’t get to finish his sentence as one of the men drives the butt of their blaster into his stomach, sending him to the ground.
“I said shut up, many things have changed since you were last here human scum, and not everyone is happy to see you,” Salidazar says as he crouches down over Zander. “If it was up to me, you and your crew of thieves would be tossed into the endless sea.”
“But it’s not,” a woman’s voice says from behind him, Salidazar grits his teeth and gives Zander one last vicious look.
“One day you’re woman won’t be around to protect you, and then, me and you human, we’ll have our moment,” he grows, then gets to his feet and turns to face all twelve of her.
“There will never be that moment, never, do you understand insect?” Gadamrie says, all twelve in unison.
“Why don’t you get back on your rust bucket, your kinds not welcome here Gadamrie.”
“Then make me?” She says, for a moment Salidazar allows himself to smiles, before he realises, all too late, she was not making a request, she was throwing out a threat. Before he can make a move, three blades are at his throat, his solders lie face down on the ground, disarmed, and he stares into her green eyes.
“You will pay for your insubordination, let me and my men go, and leave this planet now!” He yells.
“You are in no position to threaten me insect, moments ago you held Zander in a similar predicament, are you now disagreeing with your own maneuvers.”
“Gadamrie, let them go, he’s not worth any of this,” Zander says, as he places a hand on her shoulder, she turns to him, her face expressionless.
“He deserves to die, they all do, since they joined the Dark Collective, they’ve wormed their way into her circle, taking larger roles that they do not deserve to have, let me take…”
“LET THEM BE!” a voice booms from somewhere behind them, Gadamrie turns to face her.
“Danakia, it has been too long.”
“Not long enough, you were a fool to come back here, and you,” she says, turning to Zander. “I thought better of you.”
“Hey, don’t try to lay any of this on me or her, it was your boys who started this, we were all happy as Larry when we got here, not wanting to start anything. But old Salidazar and his boys threw the first punch, actually, threw the only punch, and Gadamrie, she came to my defense. So, your highness, get you’re boys on the wagon, or, we’re gone,” Zander says, as he turns back to Gadamrie, nods his head and walks over to Touvler who meets his gaze with one of agreement. “Actually scratch that, were gone,” he says, not even bothinrg to turn around as they head back towards Betha. Gadamrie looks back at Salidazar and smiles.
“Today, you are lucky, tomorrow, might be different,” she says, as she release her grip, and allows him to topple backwards onto the ground, she turns to Danakia and in unison, all twelve bow. “Your highness,” she says with a wry smile, before boarding Betha.
“Zander, I still require your attendance,” Danakia yells out.
“Blow it out your gas pipe, we’re heading home, like in the plan,” Zander replies, as he turns and heads up the ramp.
“This involves your unborn child,” she says quickly, Zander stops on the walkway and slowly turns his head towards her.