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The darkbringer entered the hangar now devoid of most cultists, he made his way into a smaller sub room the smell of oil hung in the air. He slowly took the tarp off of his sparrow, and gently wiped the dust off of it. But something was wrong he could feel it near, the light it lingered faintly almost undetectable but it was still there beneath the surface.

Eager for a fight the dark one revved up the thrusters of the jet bike and rode off towards the hellmouth. It was not long before the darbringer rendezvoused with Splinter and the rest of the cultists, he pulled on the brakes before he swerved the sparrow to an abrupt halt before the cultist.

Splinter rather impressed the dark one hadn't rammed into him told him of their current status, "My lord we have done as you've commanded, our cultist remain ever vigilant over every exit of the hellmouth," he paused, "Well on the surface that is."

"And what of our reserves?" replied the darkbringer.

"They are awaiting further orders back on the freighter," Splinter continued, "The dropships are all prepared thrusters, weapons, and all."

"Excellent work now all we need is patience and time." The dark one said as the cultists waited eagerly for the servants of the light to reveal there presence on the surface of Luna.