Zaiden Dean
The Stealth Master
Zane yawned into his sleeve, for once finding himself not wearing the suit that had become an emblem of what he stood for. Staring at the night sky on Val'halla, on his back atop of a low set tower, he gathered energy. Soon enough he would begin the mission he had planned for a long time.
Two people he had never met, but knew quite a bit about thanks to his family history lessons, would optimistically arrive soon enough. [member="Daniel Imura"] and [member="Alexandra Imura"], both of which were new to the galactic scene, were damned good candidates for the positions he needed filled.
Glancing at the Comlink attached to his wrist, he nodded. The message directing them to this spot had been sent successfully. Now it was just time to wait.
(Sorry, posting again cause the original was Private not Public, and I figured that it would be cool to get some Phrik.)
Two people he had never met, but knew quite a bit about thanks to his family history lessons, would optimistically arrive soon enough. [member="Daniel Imura"] and [member="Alexandra Imura"], both of which were new to the galactic scene, were damned good candidates for the positions he needed filled.
Glancing at the Comlink attached to his wrist, he nodded. The message directing them to this spot had been sent successfully. Now it was just time to wait.
(Sorry, posting again cause the original was Private not Public, and I figured that it would be cool to get some Phrik.)