*elsewhere in existence, Adrian sits amongst the ashes of a newly-dead planet. the wind stirs up dust and debris, gently flitting across the tops of his shoes. In front of him lies destruction and ruin. He looks to his hands, lined with the remains of the dead he's slain; the dried blood traces the scars and lines along his skin. He appears momentarily lost in thought, as if recalling a sour memory due to the painful expression he wears*


[color=662d91] ...this didn't need to happen. [i]wasteful[/i] death...[/color]

*the shifting sound of movement startles me, my eyes flitting to a heavily injured EDB Soldier struggling to crawl towards a rifle on the ground*

[color=662d91] you were all... weak... chose the path...[/color] 

*Walks over to the soldier, picking him up roughly by the head. my eyes search his for anything that resembles resolve, but only find fear*

[color=662d91][i]...of failure. of fear.[/i][/color]

*Grabs his shoulder, and proceed to tear his head from his body, spilling blood across my chestplate*

[color=662d91]...you could've been more.[/color]

*tosses the head aside, the body becoming as lifeless as the others. my expression fades into a dull, malicious stare*

*moments later, I receive a telepathic message from King, informing me of Harlock's transition to the Amaranthine. my smile twists into a filthy grin*

[color=662d91]Marvelous... Another warrior for our cause.[/color]