dante shouted angrily over the sound of the engine

"hey bastard, let me have a lift !! i already told you my shit was out of order !!!"

Rasper ran to his ship that was docked a few spaces away. It was an older model of fighter but it had been kept in tip top shape. It also had large engines on the back that enabled hyperspace. Rasper touched a button on his wrist and the cockpit opened and he climbed in side. He put his weapons in a cargo area behind his seat and then powered up the engines. The engines roared to life and he began to slowly lift up and move toward the hanger exit. He hovered in the air and waited for Owen to get in front and send him the coordinates.

"hey Owen I hope you offers still up because im going to be thirsty by the time we get there"



((this is a pic of my ship if u wanna see it))

http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/File:CX-133_Chaos_fighter.jpg

Owen was off of Nar Shadda when Rasper radioed him.

"Just sent the coordinates to you Rasper and by the time you get there i'll have already gotten the big 'payoff' what ever that is"

Owen just remembered something. Where's Dante....

seeing how things turned out, dante lette out a sigh, look like he would have to find himself some way of getting there when all of a sudden he received a call on his commlink

"dante demens, im listening"

"mr, demens ? im calling to tell you your ship is ready, the voidstalker is in prime working condition and the modifications you asked and payed for are ready"

"really ?! damn, im throwing a bonus, your timing is perfect, heat the engines im picking in it right now"

he didint even letted the man answer, he was already running toward the nearest airspeeder to get to the engineer'shangar

he happily radioed owen and rasper

"so long suckers, the beer's for me !!"

and he took off in a hurry

Rasper flew into orbit and then punched in the coordinates that Owen had given him.

"Ill see ya there fellas" he said and he pushed the torque lever all the way up and the engine gave a loud roar and the ship took off into hyperspace towards the mystery client of theirs.

Owen was in hyperspace listening to heavy metal rock on his intergalactic radio with the volume all the way up. (who could make a noise complaint out here)

His ship exited hyperspace as it reached it's destination. In front of Owen's ship was a huge asteroid. Half of it was covered in buildings, that seemed to almost blend into the asteroid's rocks. The whole place looked creepy. But the thought of a huge payoff is something that he couldn't reject. Instead he waited for the others to get here before landing. Something jut felt off about this place.

"Hey guys you almost here? This place is creepy as hell."

as owen looked at the place while listening to his music, a shadow fell on the cockpit as a massive dynamic-class freighter flew over his little starfighter, the ship, which was half bigger than the standard dynamic model had a black paintjob with menacing red stripes on it and its thick plating and big turbo-lasers were noticeable at a glance

a voice came off owen's comm system

"im here space pussy, gaze at a real ship unlike your little interstellar grav barrow"

he laughed

"i guess your ship cant do it so ill scan the zone myself while we wait for rasper"

Rasper arrived and saw the lights of the two ships engines in the distance. "Hey guys i suggest we form up and go in as a group. That way we will be more defended if we get attacked."

"I feel better now that the rancor of ships and rasper is here."

Owen flew right above Phyrex's monster ship and disappeared off the sensors.

"Stealth systems, HU RAH. Now everyone line up and let's get this started. The place gives me the creeps."

Fenix, taking position between rasper and owen's ship, was watching the zone scan.

in a frustrated voice he opened the comm system

"crap, the amount of big asteroids and theire magnetized iron-based core are messing up my sensors...i wonder how they could even set up a camp here..."

his ship slowly and carefully started going forward toward the coordinates

#A man groans…he’s strapped to a surgery table in a small dark room, a masked surgeon accompanied by a medical droid work on him#

“My, my you must be more carful”

#He laughs at his own joke#

“Arr there we go as…well….better than before shall we say”

# Door slides open a figure emerges#

“How is he?”

“Well he’s better but I’d say he’s got about…a round left in him” the surgeon replies

“good get ready the bouts will commence in half an hour” the figure adds

# the surgeon steps forward till he is face to face with the man.#

“I know what Im doing….any way shouldn’t we be getting ready for are guests”

#the man just mumbles to him self and leaves the room, the surgeon goes over to a small table by the wall, he slowly takes off the surgical mask revealing the face of Nucian Mandrayk…yes he would have to be ready…. Mandrayk had an agenda to fulfil and now his friends from the GTC are about to become part of it#

“ How rude of me…lets carry on from we left off shall we”

# he strides to the patient…in the darkness a scream rings out#

Owen managed to dodge most of the asteroids and prevent any dents or scratches from getting on his new ship. A transmission came from the asteroid base.

"Please land on the landing hangers on the east of the Complex. We shall meat you there."

Owen landed inside the hanger and jumped out of the cockpit. He began to streech out his muscles from the long flight. A armed guard came through the foor on the far side of the room.

"We'll wait for your companions to arrive then we will 'escort' you to the briefing of your mission."

Owen shrugged. He would have waited for them anyways.

Rasper came into the hanger and then gently set his ship down on the open platform. The cockpit opened and he got his gear and climbed out. Rasper went next to Owen and looked at the armed guards, he held on to his weapon in a relaxed pose but he looked at the guards weapon and then at the guard and Rasper's hold on his gun tightened. If these guys tried something funny he would be ready.

john's ship was the last to land, the monstrous freighter barely fitted in the hangar.
when it was finally landed, a ramp lowered down and an imposing man walked out.
At first glance, his black red-stripes armor was catching attenttion rather quickly, and then people could see the lieutenant three guns and the plethora of bombs, accessories and other thing he was carrying on him, with every single inch of them being strategically place on the man's armor. He had apparently no problem hauling all those, altho uberknost to most people, the sheer strenght of Fenix, his armor strenght multiplier and the gears light alloy greatly helped, even in a firefight he would retain full mobility.

he casually walked toward his group of friends, skillfully spinning a thermal detonator on the tip of his finger, the explosive having a cheap "suck my bombs" and a jolly roger stickers on it.

"no jokes alright ?" he said while juggling with his detonator before restarting to spin it around

# Mandrayk look inventively at a security monitor, the other man by his side again#

“Well there appear good specimens…I’ll have to examine them at some point of course”

# the man next to him turns a frown on his face#

“ I run this operation not you!!!” he snaps

# Mandrayk chuckles#

“Well I apologise but rather then use arguing, shall we get on with the job in hand?”
# the man grunts and reaches for him com#

“escort are guests to ‘briefing’ room, you know what to do”

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# in the hanger one of the armed guards clearly the leader my the red strip down his left arm, steps forward and addresses the battle ready group#

“Well if that’s all of you….please will you come this way”

# the security team form up, each side of a door leading out of the hanger#

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