"Talos, Talos? Come in Talos! I know you can hear me!" the Sigma dispatcher screamed over the communications net.

I wasn't going to answer, Sigma didn't need to be put at risk, but if there wasn't anything wrong... No, my instincts had never let me down on this sort of thing. In my training with Itani monks almost a year ago, I had learned to sense the fabric of reality, but I was forced to disapear when an old "friend" showed up and revealed who I really was, so I recieved no further training.

"FB, Sigma just lost contact with you, what's going on?" Verde asked over VPR net.

"Tell them I went MIA with you too, I have something to take care of... I think... Just don't acknoledge that you know of my where-abouts until I give you the Ok, I just got that feeling I got before Jallik, I don't want to put VPR or SSC at unnecessary risk," I answered before clicking off all forms of communication and set a course for the heart of Itani space. I had an old "friend" to confront.

Great beginning, post the next part soon!

"Hey! Talos! So good to see-" Sorio exclaimed right before his face ran into my fist.

"I know you know what's going on, and don't try to say nothing's happening in the underground," I said pulling the stunned man to his feet.

Next thing I knew I felt a heavy hand hit me in the back of the head, and everything went black. The next thing was just cold, but I couldn't see anything or hear anything, just cold stretched out into infinity. And finally a voice.

"Look, he's coming back, quick! Close the door! Turn on the radio interceptors, he might send a distress signal back to VPR HQ!" said a familiar voice, but I couldn't make it out.

I heard the door slam, and then my head immeadiately filled with a torturous static inside my head. This was getting a little too interresting, maybe a little help from the many technologies implanted into my body would be accessible while maintaining some interrest in the situation.

"Who are you and what do you want with me?" I asked after subconsiously activating a stimulatory device implanted in my brain.

"Ahh, the famous Talos Estor, you gave us quite a run for our money last time we met," one of the larger thugs said almost sarcastically.

"Just tell me what you want so that I can blast my way out of here, warn the galaxy, and bring the three nations down on you," I replied without thinking of the consequences that may be caused.

"I'll tell you," Sorio said as he emerged from the shadows with a nanobot injection going into the side of his face that I hit, "basically, we need you to help us obtain the greatest loot we've ever even set our eyes on, you interrested?"

"I suspect this loot requires stealing, or is it an unclaimed natural resource?" I asked, hoping that there was some chance Sorio had also changed since our childhood.

"Well, you COULD say it's a natural resource, but it is kinda claimed by the Itani people..." Sorio said and began to wander off.

The conversation carried on for several more hours before Sorio finally stopped beating around the bush and told about a master plan to steal a moon orbitting Itan and ransom it back for trillions of credits. Which led to me deciding to leave, a brief gunfight, and to make a long story short I was kicked out of Itani space... Again... So I changed course for the UIT capital in hopes of getting a representative into Itani space to warn them.

"Avalon launch detected, abandon station!" the loud speaker blasted out right as I left the UIT senate floor, who hadn't believed a word I'd said.

Immeadiately the station erupted into total and complete chaos as everyone huried toward the hangar. I pushed and shoved my way to get to my ship first, if anyone was going to intrecept that torpedo it would have to be me.

"Sir, you need to wait your turn to launch, we know you want out of here but-" the launch controller pleaded as I recklessly cut off a couple civilian behemoths that were taxiing to the launch pad.

"Do you want this station to be hit or not? Didn't think so, now let me launch," I shouted back switching on the gravity generator on my ship.

"Sir... Oh, good luck sir," the operator said, finally getting it.

I punched the throttle and fumbled with the controls to identify the Avalon from the massive crowd of ships that had already launched. It felt like hours passed, but finally I spotted the projectile, at half the size of a centurion it was a tough target, but still a piece of the physical universe. Right as I pulled the trigger, it blew up being hit from somewhere else.

"Who shot it?" I asked dumbfounded.

"That would be me," Sorio said as he fell into formation with my ship.

"What in the galaxy is going on here?" I asked, even though my gut told me he'd know nothing.

"As we were trying to slip out with the moon, it started shooting at us, and then it disapeared, I'm the only one that got away and came looking for you cause you're the only person that I could think would be able to help," Sorio answered, and although his story seemed unlikely, I felt like I could believe him.

I sat back in my seat and scanned the stars visually. I had encountered cloaking technology before, and had trained my eyes to detect the small little innaccuracies even the best stealth field generators could create. There was nothing, almost as if it had really disapeared, and I began to doubt what Sorio had said, up until something decloaked out of nowhere right by the station.

"What the-?" a random pilot cried before being blasted by the many turrets on the ship that had just appeared.

Almost immeadiately the newcomer took interrest in my ship and started to drift in my direction, shooting anyone that got in it's way.

"Frak, Sorio, get the civilians to safety, I'm going to take care of our new friend," I ordered before plotting a path to keep the ship away from the civilians.

"Ahh, Talos, good to see you're still alive, I've been waiting to be one that finishes you for a long time," a familiar voice said, a voice I would have mistaken as anyone...

Thats really good.... continue as soon as possible.

"Oshalla, I should have known," I smirked as the other pilot switched on the video communication feed.

I gave enough throttle to tantalize Oshalla into following me toward a small roid field, where my much smaller ship would have a radar identification advantage. The sub-capital ship reluctantly followed, as if the pilot knew me as well as I knew myself. However, I had no intention of destroying the ship, just commandering it for technological research and locating where this thing had come from.

"Don't worry Oshalla, I won't destroy your ship, just follow me," I whispered sensing a tension from the vicinity of the enemy ship.

"Where'd you go!?!" Oshalla screamed as I disapeared into the asteroids.

For what felt like days, we played cat and mouse, and I knew one mistake on my part and I'd be fried. I finally was able to get close enough to identify a docking bay on the ship, which was a good indication that this was not a national ship, but instead a small factional carrier. The only problem was getting to the dock without getting spotted, but once in there was a major blind spot, and I'd be able to blast my way in.

"Oshalla, please remind me how, by theory, you destroy a Goliath cannon," I smirked as I came up on the dock.

"Why, that's simple Talos, you sneak up on the- Hey! What do you think you're doing back there!?!" Oshalla exclaimed, shocked that I had found a way to get on the ship.

After a brief incident with the dock's doors, I had my feet firmly on artificial gravity generators again. The ship on the inside was simple, and not a good place to have a gunfight in, or even trying to sneak around in, so I just did what I always did in the situation: release a small recon drone that was stored in my left forearm to scout the ship and find out where was the safest way to go.

Strangely enough, the search turned up nothing, and didn't even detect any sort of auto-firing turret. I continued in, a little skeptical, but this was the sort of thing I had sworn to do after surviving the Jallik incident.

"Expecting more?" Oshalla asked as I walked into the control center of the strange ship.

"From you I would have expected an army on this thing," I answered, while activating nuerotoxin emiters scattered in my skin that were meant to stun another human poor enough to be close enough to take the full effect.

Oshalla stood up, turned around, muttered something that sounded important, and them collapsed to the floor. It was just too easy, but something was edging into my consious that this wasn't a trick, for once.

I didn't waste any time and quickly hooked a neural connector from Oshalla's brain to an information chip placed in my brain. After the download was complete I took a DNA sample from his scalp and used it to make a chemical that would change my DNA to match his, and set my consciousness to a miniture computer lodged in the back of my head. After finishing that I dragged Oshalla to the loading bay, stuff him into my ship, and shot it.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see Sorio's crimson vulture closing in fast to take revenge for the comrade he thought he had just lost. This was perfect, now I could gather information from the enemy, find out who they were, and learn what they wanted with that moon. I turned on the cloaking device and slipped away into the depths of space, where I was going, I had no idea.

Wow. Craptacular.

Freedombird, your lack of a coherent plot and poor use of the english language have only become worse with time. Bravo!

Wow, Lecter, it's great to see how you continue to waste your time insulting me. I never knew I'd be so good at making such an easy to keep enemy. Keep it up!

"Yes, the fugitive POW Talos Estor has been eliminated," I lied to the debriefing officer.

"Very good, Oshalla, maybe you'll prove to be useful for us in the future, now on to your next assignment, we need you to overlook the development of Project Cerberus, get to it," the man said as he handed me a disposable PDA that contained information about where to go, what to do, and interrestingly enough, a list of "traitors" that were to be eliminated, and their deaths covered up as accidents.

It wasn't long before I figured out that the cloaking device tore a hole in the fabric of reality, and thus allowed for instant transportation to anywhere in the galaxy. To tell the truth, the technology seemed borderline insane to be in use, but it didn't matter at the moment, nothing wierd had happened yet, and the real Oshalla didn't currently have his hands on it, so it was all good.

"Wow," was all I could say when the "Cerberus" came into view.

It was the moon that had gone missing, and it appeared to be recieving several military upgrades, including what appeared to be a giant cannon, even larger than the Goliath Cannons of the Seven Minute war. Aside from that, the surface was littered with anti-fighter and anti-capital ship artillery. Whatever the intentions for this device were, I knew that whatever I could do to sabotage it needed to be done.

"Oshalla, you're three minutes late, hurry up and get down here," someone said, but the voice was completely foreign to me.

I made an almost perfect approach on the docks and pulled into the hangar casually, as if I had landed here a thousand times. Before I had a chance to make note of the other strange ships in the hangar, I was approached by a woman that I suspected was a good friend of Oshalla, or at least a close co-worker.

"Oshalla, good to see you're back again, I'll show you to your office, it's not exactly in the same place as last time, but I don't think you should have much difficulty navigating your own design from it," she said before guiding me through miles of walkway.

There was just this sense that she had more to say aside from the smalltalk, but I didn't ask until we got to my new office where whoever they were didn't seem to feel like they needed to put recording devices.

"Alright, what's bothering you?" I fianlly blurted out after the door closed.

"It's the Order, Oshalla, I fear that they suspect me as a traitor, and that's why I made an effort to talk to you before the officers did. Things have been falling apart with the higher-ups lately, and I have a feeling that the Cerberus is part of a rash plot, we need to destroy it Oshalla," she answered before leaving the room as if nothing had been said.

I felt strange, I had never thought that maybe there were still good people amongst the Akanese, or at least I thought she meant the Order of Akan, they were the only Order that could possibly be able to pull this off...

And the hits just keep on rolling...

Lecter, I understand this is an obsession for you, but get over it. I stopped caring about what you said so long ago it isn't even funny

Dude, if you'd stop writing like a kindergardener dictating his playground fantasies to a drunken, dyslexic typist... I'd knock it off.

FB, feeding the troll will only make him grow larger.

I finally had the hang of this new society after a couple days of close calls, nearly getting revealed, and learning the boundaries of my rank. I knew that I was in too deep, but leaving now would be giving them the tools to take on the galaxy. The last part was, I had confirmed that these people weren't just terrorists, but instead a complicated civilization that had it's own set of beliefs, a strong central motive, and a sense of family I hadn't even seen in the Serco military. For a moment I even felt guilty to be fighting against them, but then I remembered that they were responsible for the destruction of Eagle Squadron, a family I had found after the failure of the Estors to survive.

"Oshalla, are you ready?" Clarice, the woman I had met the other day, asked over the communications relay.

"Yes, I'm ready to drop, but please, give me five seconds warning, I don't like surprises," I answered after going through the last set of checkups.

Since Oshalla was also of Serco origin, it wasn't hard to convince the members of this small rebellion that I wouldn't need an Itani exosuit, but instead I'd be just as effective without it. I was a little worried about the effects of some of my "bodmods" that had been designed for interstellar use, not terrestial use, such as a minaturized gravity field generator that I had used before to navigate outside my ship in desperate situations.

"Dropping in 5...4...3...2...1...Good luck, sir," Clarice said as I began to feel the drop pod slip out of it's containment.

Upon hitting the ground, I immeadiately took cover, still unsure of where I had landed. This needed to go smoothly, or else the consequences for the entire galaxy would be terrifying. The entire situation seemed almost unreal, as if the cloaking generators had unexpected effects on reality that had be unimaginable before...

"Get me out of here, now!" I shouted into my personal communications device while simultaneously diving for cover while spraying lasers toward the enemy.

"ETA three minutes," Clarice responded.

It was simple, I had three minutes left to get out of here four minutes ago, and I had already run out of options. Somehow they had known I'd be in this exact area at this exact time, and had enmassed a large portion of their military right on top of me.

"I swear, I already got that guy," I thought to myself as I identified my next target.

I launched another wave of lasers before making a mad dash for the pick up zone. Somehow in all the confusion I had managed to get a bit displaced... A mile off to be exact. The last few days had led to a small war on the moons surface, and I had become the most experienced fighter somewhere along the line.

"I have you located, coming in, I can't stay down for too long," Clarice said right as a Revanant flew over head, turned, and descended.

I wasted no time to climb aboard and take a seat. In no time we were back at our flag ship and I was in a shiney new Warthog named "The Eagle's Talon" based off of some old Serco folklore about a bird that seemed invincible until it was tamed by an equally beastly master.

"Sir, you're cleared into the fray, good luck," the dock operator said before giving me the green light to launch.

It felt good to be flying again, but duty called, and I knew that running from my duties would just make things worse. I pointed my ship strait into the heart of the enemy and punched the throttle, if they had thought the war had already begun, they were wrong, the talon was at their neck.

Before I reached the enemy, something strange began to happen to the moon. A thin, black film started to slowley cover the suface, almost as a blanket covering a basket. Almost all the ships in the battle stopped to watch as the moon slipped out of reality.

"Requesting permission to follow that moon," I stated into the communications net before launching my ship toward the moon.

"Looks like you're going no matter what, permission granted, godspeed Oshalla," one of the recon pilots replied.

"Sorry about this, but my name's not really Oshalla, I'm Talos Estor," I responded before getting under the film at last minute.

As the black film fully enclosed the planet, I began to drift out of my conscious mind. My ship had no protection to the effects on the other side of reality, unlike the ships that had the generators. Soon I found myself walking in the courtyard of a large citadel, but everything somehow made sense.

"Talos, good to see you again," an ominous voice said, that seemed to come from no where, but everywhere at the same time.

"Who are you? What's going on here?" I asked, but my lips didn't move, the words just floated out into space, into the infinite, yet they went nowhere.

"Yes, you have forgotten, we couldn't risk you warning the galaxy of your mission, so we cleaned your memories for you," the voice replied, but this time the source had become very singular.

I reached for my gun as a man in a long, black, cloak came from inside one of the pillars, but my gun was there. Instead, I found that I was wearing a cloak too, but mine was a dark red, almost symbolic of my nationality. The other man was short, maybe five feet tall, in comparrison to the average Serco height of seven feet.

"You still haven't answered my questions," I said.

"Talos, you are an echo... I know it's hard to understand, but you aren't human, but instead your role in this galaxy is far greater than you peers when you're on the other side," the man answered, still not revealing his identity.

"So I'm an echo? I still don't-" I said, right before a thousand memories flouded my head.

Every major event in history flew into my consciousness with such vivid detail that I felt I had been there yesterday. In each event, I sensed I was a seperate figure, with a different task, and a different face. All the way from the beginning of time into the infinite future, through the many species that had owned this galaxy and would own it.

"What kind of trick is this?" I growled, glaring at the man with eyes that could slice a hole through whatever crossed them.

"It's no trick, you're an echo, whenever the most dominant species in the galaxy needs something drastic to happen to reunite them, we're there. Brutus, Hitler, Akan, all were echos, sent to keep humanity moving forward, even if at the time events surrounding them seemed to be tragedies. Now it's your turn, that moon you're with is your weapon, and you know what to do with it," the man said before the courtyard began to disapear, and with it the memories.

I returned to reality beside the moon, knowing something odd had happened, but I didn't know what. All I knew was that this war was not over yet, and that my navigational computer reported that I wasn't more than a jump away from SkyCommand.

"Target acquired, engaging," reported an unfamiliar voice over the standard sector communications wavelength.

"Frak," I thought to myself as I spotted who had said it, the leader of an eight fighter squadron, each with the marking of Vulture Squadron, the same squadron that had defeated Eagle Squadron at Jallik.

Frack", /me thoughted... the horribleness was so much, and it kept on keeping!

I would have to save the whole wide universe because I was so called by the bestest!

I prepare to do what I must and am able becuase I am the awesomest RP writer evers:

[NINNY]

Report away. It's not like this post is invisible to Dev-Guide-Mod creatures anyway. This stuff of yours is possibly the rankest tripe I've ever seen posted with serious intent in these forums, and I will NOT just let it pass by sans commentary to that effect. When you learn to write, I'll consider praising you instead of mocking you.

Oh, and FYI: getting slaughtered in every engagement isn't exactly defending 'em.

Lecter, you do understand that I could report you right now, right? But will I? No. And do you wanna know why? I'm NOT a ninny. To tell the truth, my only actions against you were to defend players that I befriended, and thus you have no reason to repeatedly attack me.

EDIT: Oh, and using swarms and backing up during every engagement isn't much better, Lecter.

"I recognise this one, but he's obviously learned something since our last battle," the enemy flight lead said before cutting hard toward my left flank with three Itani Border Guardians stealing my attention back to my right wing.

All I could think to was get distance and shoot at them while they caught up, but it was working, their ships could outmanuever me and out fly me any day. Apparently, these guys had been practicing too, at Jallik they had to rely on individual skill, but now they were working as a unit, which gave me an idea. Units didn't generally work well as individuals, even if they had previously been strong on their own.

"Come and get me," I challenged with a slight smirk.

"Why you little... Get him already!" one of the pilots cried before charging into the orb of fighters and was quickly forced to retreat from friendly fire.

"Vulture Squadron, fall back, I'll take care of this one," another pilot ordered, I recognised the voice, it was Captain Aretusi, the pilot that defeated me at Jallik.

An all black Valkyrie flew strait into the battle and posistioned itself between me and the other fighters. Despite the appearance of the ship, the pilot inside was surprising admirable toward their enemy, and I had never seen them kill a pilot that wasn't a known war criminal.

"You know, I don't expect you to let me go again," I said over a personal communications channel to Cpt. Aretusi.

"Talos, it's been a while, why are you fighting the Akanese again?.. Follow me, I've placed an order for the Cerberus to hold it's place until I return," the Captain said as if we had been friends for a long time before the war.

I followed the Captain, I believed them, they had nothing to gain from pulling me out of the Vulture's swarm, or even getting me out of the way of the moon. Any logical mind knew that I wouldn't be able to stop it by myself, and now that I was out of the action, I had a chance to think about it.

"Alright, so why did you pull me out of there?" I asked after entering a sector that would have been empty without an almost invisible Valkyrie.

"Answer my question first, why are you fighting the Akanese? I was under the impression that you had changed to fighting crime, not wars," Aretusi said, but still seemed to be after something other than just finishing me off.

"Terrorism is a crime, the Akanese won't stop after defeating the Serco, the UIT are also criminals against nature to you," I answered, still unsure of where this was going.

"Excellent, that's exactly what I wanted to hear, you're still the pilot that I met a year ago, with a strong sense of justice and a will to defend others. Now I'm sure you have questions too," she replied with a slight hint of confusion.

"Yes, why did you drag me out here?" I asked.

"That's simple, I wanted to know which side was right, ever since I met you at Jallik I've doubted the goals of the Order, you were human, something the Order said could never exist in a Serco... But here you are, more than a computer that's out to destroy anything that isn't willing to be on your side. I'm sending you instructions on how to stop that moon, just come with me as a POW and I'll help you through it," she answered, almost pleading.

"Sounds good to me, but one thing, don't stick around after we take this thing down, I have friends that will be more than happy to help you hide from the Akanese after you're labeled as a traitor," I requested before pulling the ejection handle, I didn't even consider the possibillity of this being a trick, the thought simply wasn't worth the energy...

"And then, that hot little smurf, she totally smurfed me!"

'No WAY! Right there on the smurfin' Cerburus?!'

"Smurf YEAH!"