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Not far from where somebody was about to die by Daemonhammer, there was a clone ship lying on its side. This is the site that one Mithias Varomere ported, and his surprise arrival was not taken with any measure of restraint. The fighting began immediately, for as soon as he opened his eyes and stepped forth through the portal, several dozen clones looked to him as an enemy and fired their lasers. 

Flinching instinctively, Mithias drew his blades and attacked. Limbs were severed, throats were cut, screams rang out the open hull, and blood poured down the exposed metal. Several clones turned and ran at the sight of this brutal assassin actually drinking the blood his victims and using their bodies as a shield. It was all over in less than a minute. The outworld vampire jumped down from the broken ship and surveyed with lighted red eyes the scene of what he would come to learn was planet, Tor 5. He was covered in clone blood, and the burns he had taken from the lasers were already healing. Due to his foreign nature to this world, Mithias was highly resistant to the native laser guns. 

Mithias looked at his blades. "I am never going to get these cleaned." He began walking off in a direction...