Allen Darksaber
4:52am, September 05, 2003
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[Delete] | *Amoungst the chasm of lost frequences and private holo-net transmission.. one particularly seldom, and strange one is set out from an unknown location. As dubious as this is, almost once everyone Blue Moons, it was highly essential. *
*Through the elaborate webbing of a highly encrypted transmission, a message was privately sent out to the one known as Willian "Dead Eye" Quijano. Once activated, it would show the obscured, flickering azure panorama of a man swathed in the long, dismal folds of an opaque duster coat. Silver locks of opulent luminescence cascade down from the figure's head, manifested in lucent locks of silver hair.. several strands hanging before his pallid-skinned visage, and thus making his face all the more difficult to make out. *
*However, this image should be quite reconizable... to a Jedi Hunter. The infamous Jedi, Allen Darksaber, stood motionless.. captured within the reflection of a highly gaurded and protected transmission, through the seldom weaving of Holo-net. *
"Willian "Dead Eye" Quijano.. I do hope I had not caught you at an unreasonable time. "
The current time is about..... heh..... 3:30 AM.. clearly Darksaber is an adapt insomniac.
"I have come to you personally.. to announce myself forsaking the Jedi Mantra. All of it is rubbish, none sense... a spurious lie meant to hold civilizations in their binds. But alas, that is not my only intention of contacting you. I seek to propose.. an alliance. Please respond to this should my offer intruige you... should it not, a mere "Go to hell" shall suffice. "
And without another passing moment, the transmission is severed.. awaiting for a responce from the message. |
