[font=Arial]The galaxy is a dark and desolate place. No one responds to general common sense or sympathetic feelings. It’s all about the gung-ho kill all your enemies shit. Fuck all of your neighbors; they can fend for themselves. And if they get in your way? Blow their asses to kingdom come. There’s no equality, no feeling of diversity. Either you’re one of our kind or you’re dead. Nobody cares about the galaxy anymore. It’s all about me. I have the power. I have the money. I hold your life in the palm of my hand. What do I care how I use your feeble life, anyways?[/font]

[font=Arial]What do I say? FUCK THAT.<o =""></o>[/font]

[font=Arial]Kamon doesn’t want to hold anyone’s life in the palm of his hand. It wouldn’t be safe for him to do so. Every time he tries to use a major faction in order to better the galaxy some Imperialistic force destroys everything he has worked to build. Now he’s had about enough of it. If anything, he’s going to take the small fight to the extreme. Some people call him a terrorist. He doesn’t believe that though. He believes himself to be a revolutionist. How better to stop crime than by cutting off it’s head? How better to destroy evil factions than by stabbing it through the heart? There is no better way.[/font]

[font=Arial]Tholatin is almost a lost memory to him. Lost, too, are all memories of his daughter Amarie. There is no recollection of his son. It’s not that he doesn’t care about them, but he can’t afford to think of them. Thinking about them brings pain into his heart and that pain is a detriment to everything that he is fighting for. All it does is make things harder for him. If he is going to do what he needs to do, he has to be focused beyond any focus anyone has ever seen.[/font]

[font=Arial]Obados is a desolate world. One not many people venture to because of its unappealing environment. No one wants to spend time on a world with no trees, no grass, no animals, no nothing. What is it? It’s a giant factory. Sure, there are homes and a shopping center, but all the rest is a factory that manufactures weapons for crime syndicates, drug rings, and dark factions. Assassins have tried to kill the leader of this ring on many occasions. Every single time they have failed to do so. How can they kill someone with their own personal army?[/font]

[font=Arial]Kamon will find a way to do it no matter what it takes. Arados had felt Kamon’s sting before. Their capital lay in smoldering ruins from strategically placed bombs. When a planet assists the Black Dragon Empire they get special treatment from him. Many lives will be lost, but many more will be saved. Every news group in the galaxy was trying to figure out where he would strike next. Their headline? How many will die next? Kamon liked the publicity. It struck fear into his immediate enemies.[/font]

[font=Arial][font=&quot]Disguised as a smuggler, Kamon stood in line for entry to the planet’s main structure. The shuttle down from the landing platform was slow, but he was in no big hurry. The people in front of him were growing impatient, but it was finally their turn to show their identification and state their purpose. Kamon took a step forward to stop behind the humans in front of him. Apparently there was a problem with one of their ID papers. Kamon didn’t much care. He had plenty of time to wait with.[/font][/font]

"Papers."

Kamon handed the guard the wad of papers and waited. The guard scanned them, checking to see how many warrants and such were on his head, thanks to some good splicing by a friend there were about fifteen from the Galactic Coalition, and making sure that they weren't from governments aligned with this factory. Satisfied that none of them were, the guard handed his papers back to him and waived him through. Kamon took two steps forward before he was confronted by a different guard.

"Vondiranach. I know that's you. I've seen your face all over the holonet with warrants up the yingyang."

Kamon drew on the force, waved a hand in front of him, and spoke.

"I am not Kamon Vondiranach. My name is Adam Sorvin."

"Yeah, your name is Adam Sorvin. My mistake."

"Move along."

"Move along, move along," the guard said as he stepped back to his previous position.

Kamon smiled as he slung his pack over his shoulder and walked off down one of the myriad of halls that made up this planets living and cultural center. He had a general idea of where he was going. It was the acquiring of materials that was going to be the hard part. It would definately not be easy to come across enough explosives to completely destroy every manufacturing facility on this planet. It would be even harder to place them and ensure that Boss Haden was killed.

To make sure that no one was following him he weaved in and out of tunnels on his way to the slums. The planets security forces rarely visited the slums and when they did it was only because they had been tipped off by someone. There was nothing to worry about with the people he was going to though. The parents of his best friend would definately be friendly to him. How Radon's parents had ended up here was a mystery to him. He'd have to ask them about it.

The home he was looking for wasn't much more than a hole in the wall with a door. On the outside that is. The inside was full of technology that he would need. Of course, in the end he would have to take Radon's parents with him. No way he was going to leave them here to die. Kamon knocked on the door and stepped back. A few moments later the door creeped open a crack.

"Ahh, Kamon. Come in. We've been expecting you."