[b][i]You recognize the worn knife. You remember from somewhere that an imperial guard regiment of the most highly decorated stealth commandos carry blades like this. You look at the straight silver.... It's Tannith. You find yourself surrounded by 7 men that you didn't notice before. 7 ghosts. Each man is covered by camouflage that blends in perfectly to its surroundings. They all sport long camo cloaks that are slung back to one shoulder, and they all have las rifles shouldered, aiming at you. Each man has dirt smeared into his clothes, skin, and hair - but their white eyes glare into yours with the cold intensity that only comes from a battle hardened veterans. You realize that the men before you have been to hell and back. An 8th man steps out from the shadows, tall and powerfully built, his gaunt face obscured by shadows. You notice an ornate power sword in his hands, resonating with blue energy. "You're surrounded, drop your weapons." Says the man in a tone suggesting authority but no desire to do harm. [/i][/b]