[color=turquoise][center][h2]Aaron Fletcher[/h2][/center][/color]
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	Aaron nodded to Ken, figuring that he had the right idea in mind, and calmly listened to what this 'Drauni' had to say.  The Strykers apparently had some good leaders and lots of potential.  While he figured that it would be a problem for him in the future, he had no intention of becoming an Outlaw to solve it.  He took a vacant seat that was near him and smirked slightly to the others.  [color=turquoise]"Keep things locked down here, okay?"[/color]  He didn't bother to wait for a response, logging in to Deep Ground like he did almost every day.[hr][color=turquoise][center][h2]Nyx[/h2][/center][/color]
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	The assassin spawned where he had left off a few days ago, just outside of the Black City.  Reading through the screens on the inside of his mask, he got a warning about open combat taking place between two powerful individuals at the gates.  [color=turquoise]"I swear, if I have to defend another point in my life..."[/color]  He started a slow jog to the entrance, arriving just in time to see Arms Slave die.

	Sauntering up to the gate, he heard Paper Moon give a surprisingly defiant speech, despite the terrifying Berserker before him.  He could be cut down in an instant, and yet there he was.  With his own words in mind, Nyx drew a pistol out from inside his cloak and shot into the air once, gaining the attention of anyone that was still around.  [color=turquoise]"In all honesty, I'd love to see the Strykers tear themselves apart at the seams.  But I wanna see the story progress a little here, and I'm sure most of you do as well."[/color]  He carefully tucked his firearm back into his cloak, continuing with his hands behind him.

	[color=turquoise]"What I'm most interested in, however, is why the Black King allows this to happen.  They've sat idly by as Stryker slays Stryker, comfortable on a throne of corpses at this point.  Is your king letting Natural Selection run its course, or are you people entertainment?"[/color]  He awaited a response, chuckling slightly as he received none.  [color=turquoise]"That's what I thought."[/color]  He sat on a piece of debris from the battle mere days ago, as some of the wreckage was still present.

	He gazed up at Eclipse Princess, his amber eyes appearing to pierce through all her defenses from behind his mask.  [color=turquoise]"Is killing a troll for a day at the most really worth becoming an Outlaw?  I expected more from you, Eclipse Princess.  I genuinely did."[/color]  He paused for a moment, dropping his right shoulder and letting his arm dangle freely.  [color=turquoise]"The world will be coming for the EXP you're risking just by logging on now.  And don't pretend you can survive an onslaught like that, all it takes is one forceful hit and you're defenseless.  From there, well, you can figure it out."[/color]  The sound of steel grinding on steel could be heard briefly as his dagger slipped into his hand from his sleeve, the worn leather of the hilt conforming perfectly to his palm and fingers.  Deep notches could be seen along the blade, some fresh and some old.  This was the weapon of a determined killer, one who wouldn't be stopped from achieving a goal if the mind was set to it.

	Before Nyx was the golden opportunity that was Eclipse Princess.  She was never vulnerable, and she was powerful, but time wasn't on her side.  If her declaration wasn't voided by the Black King, she was screwed.

	[color=turquoise]"Anyone can betray anyone."[/color]  The Assassin pressed the point of his knife to his left index finger and turned the sharp weapon between his fingers, examining it closely.  Three moves is all it would take, and that sweet EXP would be his... but that was just outright dirty.  Even the darkest of Rogues have standards.  [color=turquoise]"I'll be hunting you in 24-hour's time.  If I were you, I'd get a head start.  Either that, or get your declaration cleared."[/color]  With that, he slid his dagger back into his sleeve, a light shink heard as the steel slid into it's scabbard.  His warning issued, he stood back up and crossed his arms, ready in case one day was too short for the Berserker.

	At this point, his attention was turned to Rocket Lancer and Paper Moon.  [color=turquoise]"As for you two, your leader is dead and you have minimal backup.  With a war on its way and an enigma surrounding the Strykers, you'll be best off as carrion fighters.  Walking in at the last moment and killing off the last of the fighters, then claiming victory for your own."[/color]  He knew backlash would come for that comment, but he wanted a good story to be written about this generation's Strykers.  That, and someone would have to give the Harley's a threat on their own.  [color=turquoise]"I hope you prove me wrong."[/color]

	His challenges issued, Nyx stood defiantly.  He had walked into enemy territory and badmouthed them while doing so.  In all honesty, he was surprised a sword wasn't pressed against his neck.
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