He stared out into a white mist. He knew not why or where he was, but he knew there was a purpose. He turned in a circle and saw the world materialize around him. He was in a long hallway. Banners streamed from pillars and the floor had a carpet down the middle. He heard gunfire and saw hive battling something. The hive broke ranks and he saw what they were fighting. A team of Eliksni were fending off the hive. A vandal spotted him. "There he is!" She yelled, and the team surged forwards. Zelkir ran towards me. "Grab my hand!" She yelled. I reached out to take it, but then the world dissolved. I awoke in the small hole in the wall I had slept in. I crawled out and stretched. It was my third day on this vile ship. I had killed three acolytes and another knight, each time feeling the same rush of euphoria after the kill. I stretched out and started walking down the long hallway I was in. I came to a doorway and opened it with the rune. I saw Acolytes kneeling in some sort of prayer. I charged forwards and slashed them apart. I cut at them without mercy, slashing them to pieces. It felt like I was watching another person do it. I Fell to my knees panting. Why had I done that? That was not the Eliksni way. I looked at my sword. It's edge was keen. It seemed to hunger for hive blood. It was almost as if it was alive. [i]Later[/i] I was walking down another hallway. Man. These monsters sure did like hallways. I had scavenged the dead acolytes, taking pieces of their husks to repair my armor. Already I had replaced my chest plate and my shoulder plates. I came to a large door. I pressed my rune to it, and it began to open. Slowly the area in front of me appeared. What I saw was terrifying. It looked as if a sword has cut a gash in the ship, for it was just that, a gash. It was large enough to fit three ketches and a few skiffs, and it was covered in black fire. Only small patches of ground were visible. I only had a split second to take this all in before a face appeared before me. It was of a hive, their God or King perhaps. It spoke in the same cold voice. "You are [u][b][i]MINE[/i][/b][/u]" It yelled at me, as black chains dragged me back to oblivion. [i] I was back in that cold empty space. The voice spoke again. " You are Ezkor the Augmented, Baron of the house of Devils, breaker of Steel. You have been taken. What principle drives you? What law governs your actions? Loyalty. You give your loyalty to your Kell and your friends, you give it those you deem worthy of it. It is why you refuse the sword logic. There is always a higher one above you, you think. I cannot ever truly be the strongest. Silence these thoughts. Put down your banner, cast out your house. You owe nothing to anyone anymore. There is a knife for you. It is shaped like [Lone Wolf]. Take it up. Cut away these useless things." I floated in the void. The knife was right there. I could see a shape, a form. A mighty captain. He needed none and none needed him. He saw this and saw it was the perfect form of death. He saw it, but he ignored it. "I am not yours." He said to the voice. He picked up the knife, but instead of cutting himself, he tore open this nightmare realm and released himself from it. " I am not a pawn." [/i]