The large warrior spat onto the cold steel floor of the ship, his spittle splashing onto an engineer’s feet. Deathly silence filled the room, permeated only by shuffling feet and awkward stares at anything but the two involved in the confrontation.

“Make time.” His voice, oddly accentuated by something deeper and darker than itself, rang out across the populated bridge. The commander looked down on Fury, his face mottling red with extreme anger at his impudence, delivering orders on his ship?

“We don’t have additional time to fulfil your petty vendettas soldier, back to your post.” The commander was dismissive of the Fireen warrior known as Fury, he should have been more wary of the burning rage hidden behind his pale blue eyes.

The blast of energy shook the bridge and sent the commander sprawling, two armed guards following suit as they tried to draw on the Fireen whose hands were still splayed from his act of aggression. He moved forward with deadly intent, his hands now bunched into fists.

[b][u]Two days later[/u][/b]

Fury dived from the empty evac station into the void of space, his body unperturbed by the conditions as he used energy to propel himself towards his target. He always did like to make an explosive entrance.

The earth ruptured under his feet as energy dropped to protect him from the impact, carefully generated as he fell for just this purpose. As was usual he created a great deal of sound and drilled his own small crater into the ground on landing, something which was growing to become his trademark. His foe was close, he had sensed him as he dropped down, probably within eye-sight now and Kanitah was sure to know Fury had arrived.

Fury jumped out of the crater and strode towards Kanitah in his Antireen mail, one hand raised in challenge as he roared.

“WE HAVE UNFINISHED BUSINESS YOU AND I!”