Daerkist

Devoid of sound, the vaccuum of space robs the mind of sanity, the feeling of insigificance in comparison to the vast exapnse of the ether, proving how trivial life truly is. It's been weeks since I have felt the touch of skin, smelled the scent of a woman's perfume or the taste of food, living on rations and the last vestiges of my wits. I drift into a malaise of thoughtlessness, until the blip of another vessels flashes on my directional scanner. So far off I can't spy it with my eye, but the pounding of my heart has my interest piqued. Activating my cloaking device I finally see the pulsing flash of jump drives deactivate. Three unknowns in battlecruiser clas vessels.

"We have visitors. They showed up on the grid about 15 seconds ago. I have cloaked up and ready to give coordinates for warp in." I say over our intel channel. Then set my eyes on the target with a smile, knowing that the events that will lead to his demise are set in motion.