“I see that, come in, come in! Why are you covered in mud?” The grubby man beckoned her in, groping her posterior as she passed. Aly worked her jaw and tensed her arms as she fought to control herself [i]All she could feel, now, was endless, unending WRATH.[/i] “I’m sorry Mr. Alsoul, I was shoved.” “That’s no excuse. Sit.” The man walked over, and sat at the table, barely under average length legs hanging an inch above the floor. “Now. Aly, what shall we do with you?” Aly decided this would be a good time as any. She took a deep breath, reached into her pocket, whipped the pistol out, and put a round through his head with a PEW! She laughed, as the pistol’s smoke dissipated around her, spat in his rapidly paling face, and walked out, ignoring the screaming from a woman inside, probably a significant other. Aly decided that she should probably go after the woman and the soldier that shoved her today. After leaving the house, Aly went back to the Military District, and snuck into a barracks. Finding the soldier and the escort in the middle of shaking the bed, Aly snapped her fingers, as her other hand shut the lights off. “Who turned out the lights? Is that you Janson?” The soldier chuckles, pulling on pants in the dark. A small [i]CRICK![/i] is heard, and something falls to the ground. “Huh?” The soldier grabs a utility flashlight off of a nightstand, and shines it around. He finds a scarlet choker on the ground in front of his feet, and a dark shape slumped over in a chair in front of him. He shines the flashlight on the shape, and finds the escort, her neck snapped at a horrific angle, broken balls of bone pushing against the inner layer of her skin. “You street cons don’t know how to treat our soldiers boys...well you don’t know how to snap a neck with three fingers now do you...brute?” “Show yourself....” “So eloquent, I wonder...can you write an epitaph? Because after today, the last TRUE soldier of the Kirn Empire will be gone, and the art of Warcraft will be lost forever.” “He won’t be dying. He’ll be killing you.” “Oh my idiotic friend, I didn’t mean you! The proof is behind you.” The soldier whips around, ready to fire off a punishing blow with a fist. There is nothing in front of him. There is something behind him, a quiet WHUMPH, and the vengeful specter drops down from the rafters. All it takes is three fingers, and the soldier is on the ground motionless save for the bobbing of his head, on an unresponsive body. [i] Revenge is sweet... [/i] “Look at you now. Nothing without your armor.” Aly stands above him, watching the man sob. “No magic, no experimental technology will heal you. You will be forever useless, an outcast from your band of merry men.” Aly laughs, and stomps on both of his kneecaps, breaking them in the way the old Academy taught her. “You will be abandoned, a lost cause.” Aly shatters his unresponsive arms on the floor. “You will be nothing.” Aly walks out, leaving the sobbing man behind with his fractured limbs, and his destroyed future. [i] Wrath. Revenge. Penance. [/i] She thinks, endlessly planning, conniving a way out of this. A spacecraft. That’s what she needs. Aly turns, and heads to the spaceport. She somehow gets past security and into a fighter, a hyperspace-capable craft able to get out of the system, then takes off. The spaceport realized her excursion into a place where she wasn’t supposed to go, and sent ships after her. A dogfight starts, with several dreadnoughts joining in, though they can’t track the fighter with their guns. Eventually, though, they land a hit, disabling her ship. The traitor to her kin groans, let’s go of the piloting interface, and sits back, waiting for death. The ship ruptures, sucking her out into space. SEVERAL DAYS LATER... Aly’s body is still floating in space, long dead. She is slowly drifting into the middle of the system, dragged by the star’s gravity. Aly awakes, in a dark, yet flaming place. She doesn’t even get a chance to think, “Where am I?” before the pain starts. Nerve shredding tides of pain. She barely manages to force out, “What is this?” in between the screaming. A whispery voice answers,[i] “This is you Aly. You made this. This is you burning in your own flame.”[/i] “W-why?”, she mutters as her body is tortured by the pain, but with nothing or no one causing it. “[i]Because, Aly. You chose to let your WRATH overtake you. Revenge is a part of life, but WRATH is unnatural. Remember that.[/i]” Aly’s view gradually faded to black darkness. [i] And Wrath awoke, wreathed in starfire. [/i]