[b]lucas reawakens in the wisps hideout aboard the Avalon. The room fades slowly to darkness, the lights begin to flicker and give out one by one. He picks himself up, wondering what had just went down, before anything could have been done, he darts to his feet, frantically searching the hideout for anyone, anything still alive.. To no avail. He escaped the room and eventually gets to the main halls. The place is desolate. Most FNs likely have escaped by now, the previous day, but in the night he stalks the corridors. Executing the guards he finds trapped below any rubble... They showed his kind no mercy, and now the tables have been turned. The fools stumble throughout the ship, hopelessly wandering for and undisclosed amount of time. Lucas clears rooms of guards, still trying to cling to life or maybe survive.. He would have none of it. Azazaels jet black appearance made him a ghost, the last thing most guards ever heard was the thud of their own corpse hitting the ground after a surprised handgun shot. They had mercilessly hunted the wisps, yet now he was the hunter. And they are in his position. He clears rooms, hoping to find any other wisps, any other sympathizers... Nothing. He wanders out of the ship and dons a pair of goggles and wraps his lower face in a belt of ammunition. He scans the horizon for any sign of life. [/b] [spoiler]open[/spoiler]