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Somewhere out on the edge of space a baby float inside a life-preserving bubble. In the pitch blackness, a stealthed, small spacecraft slows to intercept. A lone pilot is at the helm, a masked madman, with a face like a white skull of death. Mostly a machine, his cybernetic body kept his biological components alive with very little need for warmth and oxygen. It had taken him a while to get here, but his tracking bug on Teo had worked. He'd found where the baby had been left, abandoned. Opening up the bay hatch, he scooped up the floating infant and brought it aboard. The Omegans would pay good for this, and providing it to them would further his own goals. Omega would return and end all things. 

Reaper laughed. He considered killing the infant now, but curiosity stayed his blades. He set the ship on autopilot for now and went down to the cargo bay to witness his prize.