[b]Introduction: CXV,MDCLXV[/b] "Get up." A voice went through Blake's head as he hesitated to open his eyes. "Come on, you aren't dead are you?" The voice jokingly added as Blake finally opened his eyes only to be greeted with the sight of the interior of a flying troop transport, he got a quick look at the outside through a small glass panel revealing that he was in the depths of space. He let out a quiet laugh at the sight before getting off of the ground and standing up. "Good, now just wait, we want you to cooperate with a fireteam out here, it's the ship in the distance." The voice chimed in again, Blake noticed that the voice wasn't in his head, but it was coming from the comms system in his helmet, the voice he quickly realized as the owner of the PMC, such a prestigious man contacting him was certainly good news."Tell me about this fireteam." Blake questioned as he stares at the window and at the ship below. "We don't know much of fireteam Axion, except the fact that it has more mystical beings than all of religion." Blake nearly lost his balance as soon as the owner finished the sentence."Y-you can't be serious, r-right?" He stammered as he held onto a rail for balance. The only thing Blake was given as a response was dead silence, except for the occasional sound of the pilot changing course. "So, are you sure you sent the right man for the job?" Blake asked the pilot who then quickly responded. "Yes Blake, you are the right person, trust me, the owner loves to pull those kinds of tricks on you. I think you should know that by now." The pilot then changed direction to any docking areas on the ship and eventually landed, Blake gave a quick thumbs up as a door opened on the side of the transport and he stepped out,awaiting any greetings he may recieve. ((Open))