What do you want me to say? I'll find my brother and when I do there'll be hell to pay. Don't underestimate me. If you see him, tell him I'll find him. I came from the Black Area, the Unknown. I don't know when I'll be back there but I won't go without a fight. It was 23 years ago...I docked alongside my brothers Kestrel. We hadn't seen each other for 4 long years, and it would be good to see him again. On board, he acted strange, not even bothering to shake my hand. He looked very worried.

"What's wrong?" I asked. He took a deep breath, and looked on the verge of tears.

"Tsosh." he said. The one word froze time. The room felt suddenly warmer.

He was speaking of the third part of us, our brother, our triplet. I could hear the steps behind me. As I turned I saw his boots - grim, metal, black. His passion for uniforms disgusted me. I could hear the grimace in his voice.

"Jsek..it's been a long time."

I slapped his hand aside and in the same motion drew my pistol.