Stumbleine

Posted by Banquo on Year 0 Day 0

Onboard the YT-510 Sorrow

A holorecording begins to broadcast as you open your feed to the galactic news system, as the screen flashes through its integrity checks the symbol of Black Sun flashes before fading revealing a man in his late twenties. Encased in darkness with only the light of the projector vaugely highlighting his facial features he allows a few brief seconds of silence before speaking.

'Rangers...' Pausing for a moment his fashionable grin faded, a dark steel hand moved into camera view and rubbed at the stubble forming on his chin. 'Congratulations... I've been bored lately.' Sharpening his grin once more he let his hand fall back down to a resting position. 'So now we have something to do'

'I'll see to it personally that I put a hole in your groups members and of course anyone who comes after your warrant on Prince Rosom.' With a smirk he brought an X-45 into view, the dark carbon barrel glistening under the only available light. 'War' With that he reached forward and slammed his fist down onto the console of the device, with a flicker it began to power down.

As the transmission ends with a stutter, the screen jolts back and fourth before the picture distorts and the recording is terminated.