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The Darkbringer stood in his quarters doing what he did every minute of every day reading silken codexes, there was something about these tomes of hive lore that entertained him. Although he was no longer a warlock his curiosity of the world around him never ceased to exist, the only atribute he shared with his light wielding counterparts. He put the codex down and stared at the planet below, Venus, no doubt there were guardians patroling its surface. He clenched his fists with hatred knowing that he couldn't muster the power to cleanse them all of the face of the world. He let out a sigh of relief though, there were more important matters to attend to and in due time he would soon have the power to eliminate them. He grinned at the very thought.

The figure floated out of his chamber towards the command center, cultists lazed about the desks and computers bored out of their minds. Fools, he thought to himself. He made his way to intercomm and relayed a message that echoed throughtout the freighter, "Flint, Splinter, and Lucky get up here I have a special task for you." The three vetereans made they way to the bridge with haste and it was obvious they were eager for combat.

Flint wore a tattered cloak that covered most of his body, a freshly polished sniper rifle layed in his hands, while a pistol hung from his belt as well as, a few grenades. Splinter carried a pulse rifle and wore flak armor adorned over his right shoulder, chest, and knees.His scar across his face showed he was the most experienced of the three. Lastly Lucky carried his shotgun, and wore his "Lucky" metal plate armo across his chest and shoulders.

"You three will go to the Hive Hellmouth on the moon," The Darkbringer said, "Steal anything that is of value to us and bring only twelve men with you." The three nodded.

"Dismissed," the darkbringer said as he turned away from them. He fixed his gaze on the black emptiness of space, and stared endlessly at it as if there was something calling to him.