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. Gadamrie intervened spoiling his plans, as the High Priestess arrived and attempted to quell the already explosive situation, to, no positive end, until Sin relayed a message, what appears to be from Zander himself, warning of the Priestess and Salidazar, verifying the information, he acted, somewhat recklessly, and fled towards an unknown destination, with Salidazar showing his true colours in the process.
And so, we continue…
Zander looks over the flight path and smiles, “Like you have a girl waiting for you.”
“Hey, Sandra D may be a replicant, but, she’s my replicant, finest model in the galaxy,” Touvler says with a laugh.
Some space away, a lone, small craft, follows slowly behind, inside, in front of the controls, Salidazar snarls his lip in anger, as the hole in his head, slowly heals over.
“You heard correct Sir, Kane went haywire, blasted a damn hole in my head then took off, didn’t even want to hear what the witch had to say.”
“This child you said she spoke of, Kane’s child, what did she mean by it?” a voice asks.
“Have no idea, I’m not in the circle of trust, remember.”
“Very well, follow and report back, whatever Kane is playing, I want to know.”
“Of course, High Lord Quinn,” he says, as he turns his communicator off, and continues to follows Betha’s plasma trail, suddenly his craft is rocked by an explosion off the starboard bow, followed by another, as Zander’s voice crackles to life through Salidazar’s communicators.
“You should’ve stayed dead Salidazar, but, on reflection, if you had, it would’ve meant I didn’t get to kill you again, so, nice move, I knew you had a soft spot for me!”
“KANE! Your attempt at escape is futile, an armada is cl…”
“Blow it out your hole Salidazar, we picked up the last fragment of your communication with Quinn, we know you’re out here on your own, so, don’t try to bluff me, I’m not that stupid,” Zander quips back, as Betha materializes a few meter away, her blasters aimed at his small craft.
Salidazar smiles, then, begins to laugh.
“What’s so funny, we’ve got you dead?” Zander says.
“You, that’s what’s so funny, how you ever managed to become such a legend is beyond even my understanding, the whole universe, everything, rests in your hands, YOUR HANDS! What a joke, so, do your worst, blow me out of the sky, call my bluff.”
Zander turns quickly to Sin, “There is no readings sir, on any level. If, he was not alone, there would be something, but, there is not, there is no masking signs of any other ship, we, are alone sir. If that is what you were about to ask,” Sin says, Zander nods his head, and turns to Touvler who shrugs his shoulders.
“What he said, nothing, I’m only picking up brain waves from everyone on board Betha, Salidazar, and three Gramania Fengus Rogs, a sector or two back the way we came,” Touvler says.
“So, there’s no chance he’s telling the truth? There’s no chance what so ever they could be under a cloak of any kind?” Zander asks.
“It would be almost impossible sir, they would have to be…” Sin falls quiet, Zander spins around to face him once more.
“They would have to be, what?”
Sin doesn’t need to answer, as space lights up with violent colours, purples and reds, greens and blues, and then, a star destroy tears through space and time, sending Betha’s control panel into a violent fit.
“They would have to be jumping, sir,” Sin says softly, as they all stare out the cockpit, in silence.
“Well, at least things can’t get any worse,” Touvler says, Zander drives a punch into his arm. “What the hell did you do that for? It’s not like it can!”
“How do you know that? How the hell do…” Zander doesn’t get to finish his sentence as space rips apart once more, and High Lord Quinn’s command ship, the Romana, dwarfs the gigantic star destroy, as it’s battalion of blasters churning to life and target Betha.
To Be Continued