Commander York stood before a large room, where various tests were being held.
The war had been going poorly in other countries.
'Poorly' being perhaps the friendliest word to use about it.
Constrictoro had crushed threw Russia, and seized most smaller countries in Europe. His fleet were now occupying them under a new country they simply called 'Earth'.
He was now battling against France, Spain, and Germany, but the battles he suspected would not last long.
When they didn't, Constrictoro would move his forces to England. That was where the United States would intervene, and why both countries had combined technologies.
He now stood before that very combination:
On the far side of the room, a man clad completely in black was testing out a glider. As several other people ran scans to make sure it was going well.
Commander York now approached that figure.
He was still unsure of him, though there was no stopping him from being one of his ten troops. He had been apart of these technology long ago, when it was new, and thus was very experienced with it.
'Hollow' they called him. Because the jokes or rumors were that there was nothing at least visible beneath his completely covered figure.
No skin could be seen of Hollow's, nor did anyone know what he looked like, nor even his name.
But his appearance had called enough attention to trace his history back five years. His height and figure–his shape completely visible though covered–making it undoubtable to be a phony or anyone else.
One thing was sure about Hollow; he had his own sense of style.
A black motorcycle jacket was zipped up with a painted black zipper.
Black gloves, black rugged boots, black pants, and a motorcycle helmet with tinted glass so none could see inside it.
The collar of his motorcycle jacket was smoothed over his neck, and neatly tucked into his helmet to eliminate any glimpse of skin.
And to top all of this, the man never spoke.
The strange man was now perched on one of the gliders he would use for the attack.
One of the eight gliders.
Hollow would not be one of them. Hollow preferred stocking, and was assigned to kill the latest general uncovered to Constrictoro's fleet. No name was known for this man either, but a photo was found, and was not mistakable.
London had been evacuated, this being the most-likely target.
York took off his protection glasses, and ran a weary hand threw his mostly grew hair, as he walked to a man engineering one of the tests.
"How does it go?" He asked, his eyes telling him exactly what the question meant.
"There are no differences." The man said, "If you give this to ten people, some of them are going to experience these symptoms. This is not safe technology, the government had banned such research after Osborn Industrie's dangers."
"If some of them become that way, they know the risks." York said, "They will be able to use that insanity against their enemies, and then we will kill them when we can no longer restrain them. Give one to Hollow."
If Hollow wished to use it, York guessed he wouldn't let anyone see him do it.
Just as no one ever saw him eat, but foods were supposed to be kept in his room.
York's guess was correct, as the man in black merely ignored the hand out-stretched to give him what had now been nicknamed 'The Goblin Serum' until he was finished with his tests.
York had created the best fleet to fight Constrictoro before, and he had now been able to create the best fleet in the world to fight Constrictoro's fleet.
And he had made himself the person in the world to fight Constrictoro.
He had experimented with different substances to give him two black stingers from his arms.
As well as great strength, and athletics. Though his middle-age would not suggest this, though all knew him to be very rugged.
Of course, his age was not really what he claimed, or even thought.
He was really only in his twenties.
As his name was really Dmitri Kravenoff.
Commander York was no longer with the world.
And Dmitri had merely taken his grand skills he had forging masks by blending them with realistic face structures and serums to help them truly be apart of his face, and use certain expressions no mask could reveal.
This, however, was not to Dmitri's memory.
Dmitri had used his own madness, once more, to make himself believe he was someone else. He created a new memory, and did not take off his mask at anytime.
Dmitri now strolled to the glider, now that it was done testing.
It had been nicknamed, the 'Goblin Stick' because of it's shape. And it was hardly a glider, at all.
It was what had been sighted used by the one only called 'The New Goblin' or 'The Silver Goblin' as he had been called later when he joined with Constrictoro before being lost.
He now went to several plates of the armor used by these 'Goblins' as well as several of their helmets.
As the helmets were bullet-proof, and almost indestructible, thus their were no betters they could produce beforehand.
So they would have to do, despite their strange and threatening appearance.
He then went and picked-up one of the green blades.
These also called 'Goblin Blades' despite his annoyance at the title.
Hollow had several weapons of the 'goblin-like' made specially for him.
This annoyed Dmitri, as they had been unable to get weapons in time for anyone else, yet Hollow was the one allowed to get his own craft of these lines of weapons.
Dmitri now exited the room from the door the far side of the one he entered.
He had many more statistics to lookover.
And Constrictoro's fleet was hard to track.
Until Dmitri's larger fleet was prepared, he would only use the ten men injected with the 'Goblin Serum'.
One any hand, the one who had taken this serum before had been near Constrictoro's level of power.
So Constrictoro's fleet–though aided with Constrictoro's own substance–would still be no match for them.