Dark Matter

Prologue


Hans Novastar and Ranulph Darkhitch sat in an apartment of their own. A modest little suite on Coruscant, it wasn't really theirs, but it had taken Ranulph little effort to hack into a terminal and convince it otherwise. Hans was clean shaven, with green eyes and long blonde hair that had begun to trail down his neck; he had not cut it since before the mission to Felucia. Ranulph, sitting beside him, had much more messy orange-brownish hair, and a goatee to sport in spite of him being the younger of the pair, nineteen years in comparison to Hans' twenty-four.

They both stared at the now static feed of Dylan's apartment. There was a long silence between the two, and deep down they prayed inside that it would come back online and Ganner would be alive. That Arron Radion, the only other survivor of Antimatter Squadron, someone who they had trusted, hadn't just delivered the corpse of Ganner Slarwalker to Dylan Antiunknown. Their prayers were not answered. Ganner Slarwalker was dead, Arron Radion had done it, and Dylan Antiunknown had paid him for it.

Hans looked over at Ranulph, and spoke. He knew Ranulph was thinking the very words he was going to say, but they had to be uttered nonetheless.

"We're going to kill him."

Chapter 1: Golden Opportunities
TO BE CONTINUED.