He tilts his head to look at Wolf from behind his shoulder, "If I knew exactly where he was, then I wouldn't have hired you. You, me, Hallwinter, we are all beasts of the same name, but don't fool yourself..." The hilt on his waist shoots to his hand, where it ignites the plasma blade, instantly recognizable as the blade Hallwinter often used, yet somehow different. What was once a pale blue blade had taken a more dark sheen, and the blade itself was unstable and rugged, often throwing out sparks, yet looking perhaps more dangerous. Even from where the two mercs stood, they could feel the heat radiating off of the sword. "We are different monsters entirely."

[i]Wilson's Tesla shielding ignited, crackling and sparking from his armor, his Browning's bolt locked back and chambered a round.[/i] Yeah... At least Hallwinter and the others were up front with me. I don't like being in the dark, and I'm sure you've heard my name more than enough times in reference to get what I mean. [i]Wolf did not seem phased by either man, and simply stood, weapons holstered.[/i] Probably best to make my leave before he makes me an enemy of the Federation. Alex, calm down. Let's go. [i]Wilson stared the soldier in the face, unfazed for a moment, before ultimately turning to follow Wolf to his Vertibird. [/i]

Phaedrus merely states into the depths of the plasma blade, patiently waiting to exact his revenge. Soon, the Galaxy would be peaceful once more, and the Federation wouldn't have to rely on war dogs such as the ones he had dismissed. Soon, Artemis would be his. (End. I don't see any reason to move on)

[spoiler]Yep. Make a post on the planet for Hallwinter, I'll show up.[/spoiler]

[spoiler]Sure, but I might it reply. I'm going to sleep soon, big day tomorrow. [/spoiler]