Prologue
The dust blew endlessly in the wastes of Hueco Mundo, covering the dark and desolate land in a sheen of monotony. The howling wind did little to cover the endless howls of Hollows eating and being eaten as they always would be, caught in an endless cycle of destruction.
A single figure stood at the edge of the great desert, a mere few metres from the looming presence of Las Noches, their gaze seemingly fixed on nothing. As she stood there, her white clothes shimmering in the gloom, the sound of footsteps began to permeate the scene. Without turning around to see who or what was approaching, she spoke softly.
"How goes it, Miguel?"
Miguel Strauss laughed without much humour and moved next to her, joining her in her study of the flying sands.
"No matter what, you always seem to know it's me."
"Yeah, that's because no one else has such a bloodthirsty reiatsu."
"Not even you?"
"Nope, I like to think I have an aura of mystery rather than murder."
Miguel offered no reply to this quip; he simply stuffed his hands in his pockets before curiously glancing at his companion.
"We should go Amalia, the boss is waiting for us."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah."
Without another word, they both turned their backs to the desert and walked at a leisurely pace into the confines of Las Noches. With the ease of practice, they wound through the maze like hallways until they entered into a large, echoing meeting room that was empty except for the large table and chairs. The Arrancar seated at the table turned briefly towards them as they found their seats, but their attention was soon diverted to the now empty seat at the head of the table.
"You two took your damn time as always." A gruff voice said mockingly, it's owner making their way steadily towards the table. Amalia laughed a little but offered no reply; she simply crossed her arms and waited.
Finally their leader came into the pale light, grinning sadistically as always. His hands were stuffed casually into his pockets as he sat down at looked seriously at his comrades. All eyes were on him as he, Grimmjow Jaguerjaques, began the meeting of they who called themselves the Rebelde Espada.