[b]Sometime in the recent past[/b]

[i]How is that possible? What an achievement.
Truly the greatest of our Empire, our greatest foe vanquished and imprisoned, at our mercy, the Angar-Rylla will rule the Multiverse.
Why hasn’t this information been dispersed through the ranks? It would lighten heavy hearts considering some of our recent setbacks.
I’m unsure, only sixth level officers and higher have been informed thus far, with strict rules on secrecy, I shouldn’t even be speaking with you about this outside of secured quarters, though I can’t see why.
Well, whatever the reason, it’s satisfying to know the mighty Skallagrim has been defeated, I’d better get back to my duties.
Same, stand strong brother.
You too.[/i]

From one dark corner of the sparsely populated bridge, two bright blue lights burned with a hungry ferocity. 

They’d refused him, demanded to know how he’d heard, misled him, lied to him. Every answer was different, and ultimately came to nothing. Three days later the weapons research division was attacked, the World Machine V2 had been stolen, when the engineers awoke they reported one of their own had gone berserk and forced them to graft it to his armour. The alert was raised, what many in Angar-Ryllan had feared from day one had transpired, Fury had gone rogue.

[b]Present day
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He’d gone unnoticed, though he was no master of stealth with the power at his disposal his shielding techniques allowed him to completely conceal himself from the technology of his past faction. Lying silently within one of the many ventilation shafts within an Angar-Ryllan capitol ship, it had taken him more time and effort than he’d expected, but he’d hitched a ride with one of the few ships designated for guarding Skallagrim. He concentrated, his scarred brow furrowed and light leaking out in the complete darkness. He could sense it, smell it almost, the presence of an entity he hated beyond human comprehension. The being within him, the Void, hungered for its revenge, and its vessel was forced to accept the complexity of a rage so great it had almost broken his mind. He felt the charge up of Angar-Ryllan transportation technology, rudimentary teleportation of a kind, and knew the Inquisitor was making his way to the prison.

He’d be following him soon.

The shaft exploded outwards and Fury fell down into the transportation room, populated heavily with incredibly surprised personnel of numerous species. The Fireen’s energy blast shot shards of burning hot shrapnel in every direction, and loud yelps of pain were already emanating from the stricken. He fell with purpose, clearing the twenty meter drop in a backflip that dropped him securely on his feet, aided of course by some degree of skill with energy manipulation. The engineers were shouting in alarm, some were armed and fired at him, their projectiles bouncing off his shield as he raised a hand, his face contorted with barely suppressed rage. Few stood before him for long, but ran before he found it necessary to end their miserable lives, reaching the console he had sensed the message sent from. He wasn’t sure exactly how it worked, his abilities were indescribable, but somehow he knew that the force which had moved the Inquisitor nearly 10km away to the prison had come from started its life within the console, so he sought it out.

Perhaps a minute later he was forced to step outside and find someone with the expertise to work the machine. Shots fired at him from every direction as security staff ambushed him from each side of the corridor he had stepped out into, but he ignored them with a negligent twist of his hand. The blast split the clustered group, revealing what he had suspected, huddled and confused engineers. He grabbed them in one swift move which saw him cover the distance in less than a second, two of them, holding them suspended by the collar in each of his hands. 

“Come with me.”

The hostage situation was reaching fever pitch as he had the engineers work, sealing the door as an afterthought. They finished their work and stared up at him in alarm, and with a moment of foresight he thrust one into the chamber.

“You go first.” He nodded at the second to send him through and the man began to shiver in fear, the first shouted something before he disappeared.

“He’s dead then?” Fury grinned. “Not a bad effort, you’ll be following him unless you send me to that prison, if we end up anywhere different I’ll tear out your spine.” 

Needless to say, Fury appeared in the prison only a few moments later, following an engineer suffering from a nervous breakdown. He looked upon the two figures before him with little interest of what had transpired, but rather what was to follow. He cut a fearsome figure in his Antireen Mail, the malformed machine wrapped around him glowing alongside the scars on his face. He bellowed out a challenge on entry.

“Skallagrim, I’ve come for our reckoning!”