Unknown Location. 1:00am./Alpha Centuri B. Alpha Centuri outpost. Gaia. 5:00PM.

In the dark, in a cave, on a planet few had ever heard of, a dark figure waited. He waited, as he always had, and he watched. He watched an old computer screen. He watched as The largest cloaked figure rammed one of his followers against a wall. The leader watched him slump to the floor. He turned around, still spoiling for a fight, but no one leapt forth. Feeling considerably calmer, he surveyed the wreckage that had been his hideout, and contemplated the chain of events that had lead to him being in this situation.

His name was Grey. Last names weren't important. Those that needed to attach meaning to everything called him many things. Some called him Grey Mist. Some,

Grey Dawn. The rest called him Grey Death. He threw off his ripped and torn cloak, to reveal his powerful wolf form. His fur was grey; the pads of his feet and hands were grey. Even his eyes were grey. He found others couldn't look directly into his eyes without becoming very uncomfortable, an attribute he used to his advantage.

He leant up against the wall and remembered.

It had started a month ago. He had been on Corneria, at 'The Watering Hole' (it was his favourite place to get hammered) drinking himself stupid again, when he had been approached by a hooded figure who had offered him a job. Not in the mood for working for anyone and very drunk, he had told him to leave him alone and go himself. Perhaps it hadn't been the smartest thing he had ever done, because the next thing he remembered was waking up on the floor of a dark room with his paws tied behind his back and some nice new electric burns on the back of his neck. The person had come and untied him, and had apologised for any inconvenience, then had offered him the job again. Knowing better than to refuse, he had agreed. He had been shown the ropes of an underground organization called Silent Night. The people there had been his kind of people, and he had warmed up to his new employment. He had quickly risen through the ranks, and had been given an assignment, which no other could be trusted with. He and a small group of incompetent grunts had been shipped to the Alpha Centuri Outpost and completely forgotten about. They had never even received any orders.

Eventually, they heard that there had been a crackdown on organised crime in Corneria and Silent Night had been disbanded. They had been hiring out their muscle to survive when Grey had met the same guy who had originally recruited him, and had been given one last job. Capture Pigma Dengar and learn about the 'Arwing', whatever that was. He had been given a name too. Big A. They had broken into a loan sharks apartment and found Pigma's details. The apartment listed wasn't his, but they had literally run into him on the way back, though he had managed to elude capture. There had been growing concern at what this 'Big A' guy would do to them, and they had ended up blaming Grey. They had tried to attack him for 'betraying' them, and he was staring at the result.

He decided to get out of there before the cops came, and was about to leave when his mobile began to ring. He started, but then he relaxed, as no one could possibly know about the mess he had made yet. He answered his phone, but before he could even say hello, slow clapping cut him off.

"Very good. I do love a good fight." said a cold, dry voice.

Grey decided to try and bluff his way out of a jail sentence, and replied

"Fight? What fight? Who is this anyway?"

This time the voice was amused, as it said "You should be proud of your handiwork, it's quite impressive. I highly doubt that I could beat a dozen men senseless at the same time."

Grey decided that whoever it was, it wasn't a cop, so he might as well try to extract some information from him.

"You still haven't told me who you are." He stated.

The voice replied "Oh, how rude of me. I haven't introduced myself yet. Where are my manners." He paused for a moment then said "You may call me 'Big A' or 'Boss'. I imagine that you would go with 'Boss', as you don't look as stupid as the idiots that litter the floor around you."

Grey was worried now. Whoever this 'Boss' guy was, he could see every move he made. "Alright. I suppose that means that you want me to work for you, 'Boss'."

"You already work for me." said Boss.

"Oh do I," said Grey, in an angry tone. "Last time I was told that, I ended up here."

"You don't need to worry about something like that happening again." Said Boss. "In fact, I'm making sure that you don't get abandoned again. If you would care to step outside, you would see that there is a medium side fighter called a 'Wolven' on the kerb. It will unlock at the sound of your voice, and there is a full instruction manual on the seat. I need you to practice flying that for a few months."

Grey had always wanted to be a pilot, but he was still wary. "What's the catch?" He asked, and Boss laughed.

"I need you to destroy James McCloud, Peppy Hare and Pigma Dengar."