Many familiar faces gathered round the girls.
Team JNPR orderly with all the boys of team SSSN and team CRDL grouped on their left. The upper classmen of team CFVY coming in trying to force their way through the trainees. Even Penny looking for her friends as she pushed her way through the forest of bodies. Followed closely by Professor Goodwitch who was trying to be as gentle as possible when she had to strong arm some excessively curious youngsters out of the way. And finally the two ax men Co'Balt and Auburn.
All were being drawn to the scene of the fight.
Professor Goodwitch tried to shout out over the jumbled voices.
"Calm everyone," She began, but having not witnessed the actual fight and hearing some dreadful second hand accounts she was quite concerned herself.
She looked down onto team RWBY, Raven and Alicia once at least some quiet had been restored "Ladies? Would you care to explain this?"
Ruby spoke to her newly revealed family member, "What is going on?"
Raven tried to sit up some more, "…Okay. For better or worse… You've all been played."
Behind her, Co'Balt was trying to pry a straight answer out of his last teammate.
"What's going on? Where's Kad?" he asked.
"Just… Listen to her," Alicia replied, hugging her arms close.
"Someone who means you no harm," The stranger said.
Kad didn't answer the man. He tried to shift his right arm holding the knife, sensing the tight grip on his elbow. The man spoke again.
"Would you consider letting me up?" He said slightly shifting his right hand up, pointing his index and middle finger at the blade against his throat.
Kad growled, "Maybe if you'd answer me."
The stranger nodded, "Aurum. You may call me Aurum."
"What are you doing here?"
"It is a day that will go down in history, is it not?"
Kad bunched his muscles in preparation for violence, "That's not an answer, Aurum."
The old man chuckled, "Just a traveler, wandering the wide world."
"Are you a Huntsman?"
"Perhaps something of the sort, many years ago."
Aurum looked back down to the knife, "Are you going to attempt to kill me now or may we speak?"
The giant considered his options. And came to the conclusion that he had bigger fish to fry. Kad sighed and relaxed his posture. Aurum released his arm and pried himself from the impression of his back. Taking a moment to turn and regard the crater, brushing off his cloak.
Kad began to walk away towards a distant corner of the conference room. Trying to think of how he would proceed, gazing into the mirrored surface of his knife turning the weapon between the fingertips of both hands.
"You are troubled?" Aurum asked.
"Why do you care?" Kad replied, then repeated himself. "Why are you here?"
"As I said. Today will certainly go down in history. I wished a memory of it. And of the heroes who fought here."
Kad scowled, attempting to put some distance between the two of them. Walking over to the far side of the shattered window. Leaning against one part of the frame that did not have jagged shards of glass sticking out.
"I don't think things are going to play out like you're imagining," Kad said.
"Why is that?" Aurum asked.
"That's a load of bull shit."
"Co'Balt!" Alicia snapped at the Faunus.
But he ignored her, and pointed down at Raven with his ax Keila in his right hand. "Who the fuck are you coming in here and trying to start shit. You stabbed him?"
The injured Huntress was deaf to his outrage, "You'd thank me if you'd believe me."
"Well little problem there."
"Indeed…"
Ruby spoke up, "I don't believe it. Kad wouldn't,"
Still leaning against her, Yang squeezed onto Ruby's shoulder trying to comfort her. Raven looked up to the girl.
"You judge people on their actions… That's admirable. But it was all a façade."
"I'm sure you'll find out," Kad said.
Aurum shook his head, "No. I must leave soon. But tell me, is all not as it appears?"
Kad said nothing, crushing his fingers into his hand, "The tower's down. A dragon is burning through Beacon. Ozpin's dead. Most of the senior Huntsmen haven't shown their faces, or they're dead too. The Atlesians are running ragged… And now…"
He stopped himself, grinding his fingers together and still wondering how he got here and what he was going to do next.
"And?" Aurum asked sensing the turmoil Kad was trying to bury.
"And now…" Kad began to answer. He paused and sighed. Almost without thought he pressed onto the practically healed stab wound on his side, "And now everyone wants to run."
"You do not?"
"I don't think I have much say in the matter."
"Why is that? Are you not their leader?"
Kad snorted in black humor, "I thought…"
"You thought right."
Aurum stepped closer into the giant's peripheral vision, "I watched you today. Battling against the horde. Risking your own life time and time again. Your friends and comrades looked up to you. If you lead they would follow."
"Things… Changed," Kad told him.
Silence was the only answer Raven received for her tale.
"He's been playing you all," She said to the crowd,"It was his orders."
Co'Balt growled, still not believing a word Raven said. "That's got to be the dumbest thing I've ever heard."
"If you'd open your mind for a second you might see how brilliant, it was supposed to be."
Raven gave an almost cruel smile. "So…You're welcome. You won't be dancing to some witch's tune without even knowing it.
"Alright!" He began again.
"Co'Balt," Alicia said, grabbing his right arm, "Kad was calling somebody. I heard him… Why?"
He pulled his arm and axe out of her grip, "You were just hearing things," he denied,
"No I wasn't," Alicia shot back.
Professor Goodwitch spoke to Raven, "Miss. This is a serious accusation."
Raven didn't respond, cradling her broken wrist. The whispers were coming back again.
Behind the angry Faunus Auburn Roland tried to grab onto Co'Balt's other arm. The young hunter tried to be reasonable, "Hey buddy, just take a second and,"
Only to have Co'Balt wrench his arm free from his grip as well.
Then smash that elbow back up into Auburn's face.
Aurum silently waited for an explanation that Kad was reluctant to give.
"It doesn't matter," Kad said. "…They want to know things I can't tell them."
"You can't tell them or you won't?"
The giant turned his head to regard Aurum with an air of hostility beginning to show. Glaring as his blood began to simmer again.
The stranger bowed his head, "Apologies. Please, forgive my tone."
Kad huffed and looked away.
"Still," Aurum said. "The question remains."
"No it doesn't," Kad growled. "Nothing I say will matter now. Vale is lost."
"As you said, that is not an answer Kad."
Now the giant stood. Anger burning in his voice, "And I'll tell them what?"
His left hand shot up as if on its own like Kad was a conductor trying to restore order to the symphony of his thoughts.
"Tell them…" He stuttered for a moment, his mouth forming words into shouts before his brain could review them.
"That… That, that I'm complicit in the biggest Grimm attack in the history of the world?"
Blood once again fell to the floor. A dark shade splattering across the grey floor, nigh invisible drops landing on the nearest shoes.
Auburn staggered back, leaning forward and pressing his palms to his now broken nose next to his circle scarred eye. Half yelling in shock and dull pain into his fingers.
"Co'Balt!" Professor Goodwitch yelled. Raising her wand, but the young Faunus yelled back
"Real cute that this happens now!" He swept his ax up pointing towards team RWBY, "Kad might be the only reason any of us are still here, and this is how you thank him?"
Sun separated himself from his teammates to stand beside Blake, "Hey cool off Co'Balt!"
"Don't you tell me to be cool!"
Despite Co'Balt's words ringing with rage, or maybe because of them a sudden shift took root in the minds of many listening in. Guilt, shame, and sudden growing suspicion towards those who felt otherwise. Even from the most unlikely people.
One of the tallest armored figures now present, Cardin Winchester raised his black mace up over his shoulder. Whatever confusion he had drowned in anger. He thought he knew what needed to be done.
So Cardin aimed the weapon down at Raven and yelled. "Gut this bitch!"
Co'Balt wholeheartedly agreed with this course of action shifting the grip on Keila.
Cardin began to advance. His team on his heels readying their weapons. Team RWBY was in no shape to stop all of them. The tall ginger stuck out his mace to move Blake to the right out of his way.
Sun moved forward and the blond Faunus grabbed beneath the many black flanges on the cudgel, bracing himself to stop the bigger boy. But Cardin easily pushed him aside right in front of Dove. The shorter Huntsman drew his hybrid sword and pointed it up under Sun's chin. Sun reached back for his weapon, calculating how he would escape and stop the others.
A crackle of blue energy banished the shadows away for a moment when Neptune readied his own weapon. Flanked by Sage and Scarlet the three of them move to stop the rest of team CRDL.
Cardin brought his mace back across his chest, mirroring the pose Neptune had taken. The two of them clashed the metal bars against one another locked in a preliminary shoving match.
Raven was attempting to stand, her life suddenly in jeopardy again. Ruby held out her small hand to help her up. All the while wary of where the first blow would fall.
Team JNPR drew their weapons and put their backs together, looking for danger coming at their closest friends. Team CFVY made motions to draw as well. But collective confusion kept them from acting.
Co'Balt chambered another shotgun shell. But before he could swing the barrel around a red glyph exploded to life directly on his chest. Alicia had thrown out her right hand like she was pushing back the Faunus hand to hand.
He skidded backwards. Crouched and dragging his left hand across the floor trying to kill his momentum. Alicia slid between her teammate and team RWBY, ready in a fighting crouch with her long slender Dust knife gripped backwards in her right.
"Co'Balt don't!" She shouted. Surprise warred with even more betrayal in the bull Faunus.
He growled and flicked his hand down to the base of his ax. Alicia still stared him down. Her voice choked with tears rose barely above a whisper.
"All I want is an answer…"
"Ahh…" Aurum said, stroking his chin, "I see."
Kad couldn't believe what he just blurted out like that. The words had left his mouth without a second thought.
"No… No, no, no, no," The giant stuttered trying to backtrack on what he said.
The stranger dismissed his mutterings with a wave of his hand. "No, nothing to say then. Other than your punishment is sure to be swift and just."
With one last nod of his head Aurum moved to walk away. And Kad made no move to stop him.
So He cast an eye backwards
Back to watch Kad fall to the floor on his knees. Head hung low to almost touch his chest with his hands clenched in fists at his sides. His fighting knife clattered to the floor. Whispered words dripped from his mouth.
"She was right… She was right…"
"Who was right?" Aurum asked, finally divining Kad's pitiful sounds.
The Primarch didn't answer him. Painful truths were re-framing his life in a new light.
He thought it would be different, that they could make a change.
"You've killed us all…"
Cinder was wrong…
And they couldn't win.
Goodwitch raised her crop, blinding light and an eldritch sound of building power halted all the soon to be fighting before a single weapon could swing. Then she swept the weapon down. Ripples of light exploded across the collection of edged metal, blunt cudgels and hybrid firearms. Knocking the destructive tools out of clenched and trembling hands and down to the floor.
"Shame on you!"
If their sudden disarming had not pacified the students their Professor's sudden yell certainly did. For there was one thing students of Beacon quickly learned to fear, and passed on that paranoia to their foreign comrades.
Never make Goodwitch mad.
And the most powerful Huntress present was furious.
"Shame on all of you!" She repeated, "Fighting each other at a time like this."
Her accusing eyes dared any to speak up and challenge her again.
"You are not helping anything. This madness and strife will only bring the Grimm back."
The older professor sighed hanging her head low. "I know this is… difficult. But we do not resort to violence, just because we do not have all the answers."
She turned and glared at Cardin. He visibly shrunk back from her withering gaze. Co'Balt was still enraged, knifing his right hand at Goodwitch along with a question.
"Well what the fuck are we supposed to do then?" The Faunus growled.
Unnoticed by everyone, Ruby smiled.
"Well it's simple," The scythe wielder said in the quiet pause.
All eyes looked over to the young leader. Goodwitch pushed her spectacles back up onto the bridge of her nose, tilting her head in confusion.
"Miss Rose?"
"We just go ask Kad for an answer…"
The full force of Kad's epiphany had nearly shut him down.
Things weren't supposed to be this way. The plan wasn't supposed to end like this.
Cinder didn't care about him.
She failed.
Aurum stood before the kneeling Huntsman, "Who was right?"
Kad looked up, water starting to pool in his eyes, "This isn't how things were supposed to go…"
"And how did you see this play out Kad?"
…He didn't remember telling Aurum his name.
"I don't know any more…" Kad said, "She."
He paused with his mouth half open, managing to restrain himself one last time. Aurum crouched down to eye level with him.
The man spoke quietly, "Don't be crushed by the weight of this burden Kad."
He spoke again putting Power into His voice.
+Tell me what is wrong.+
His aura was not attuned to resist Him at the moment.
Kad sighed, "My… Mentor, my guardian. Cinder. We were going to change everything… Build a better world once the old one was… was…"
"Once the old one was clean." Aurum finished for him. "I've known many who felt the same way."
The Primarch nodded. Slowly Kad picked up his knife again to stare his pale orange eyes into the steel blade. He turned the weapon slowly in his hands. Accepting more and more of what he had been blindly denying for he didn't even know how long.
"But, she lost control, and Cinder didn't, doesn't care… And now she's just standing back while the world burns."
Kad looked out the shattered window. From this angle he could see a tiny glimpse of the dark ruined portrait of Vale. And his heartache only came back worse.
"There won't be any phoenix here…" He whispered.
Kad looked back up into the strangers dancing face, bearing a different visage every time he blinked.
He saw pity, concern and sadness in those shifting eyes.
He saw some edge of puzzling humor, like Aurum knew something Kad didn't.
He saw a deep buried anger.
And the Primarch finally admitted, both to the stranger and himself.
"I don't know what to do."
Aurum laughed.
One puff of air and amusement as he stood tall over His son.
"It seems to me," He began, slowly shifting his head over to the same window Kad had been aimlessly staring out through. His grey cloak fluttering in the cold breeze, "That there is only one thing to do."
Kad looked up, and noticed something he suddenly felt he should have when Aurum first appeared. The stranger had a sword harnessed to his back.
Not just any sword, the blade was nearly as tall as the stranger. The hilt wrapped in black sweat stained leather and silver wire, sticking over his right shoulder and past his head of long black hair.
The red blade glowed softly from the Dust merged with the thick steel. The long white Grimm fangs of the cross guard a dynamic opposite to the room full of shadows.
It was Ignis. Kad's own sword.
Aurum reached back for the hilt. His deep bass voice filled every corner of the room.
"Dawn is approaching. A good time for decisions," He mused as he slowly slid Ignis off from his shoulder, out of his cloak's own thick loops built for exactly this purpose. He turned the great sword and held the hilt out by the blade with one hand to Kad. At the giant's silent starring Aurum spoke again.
Kad shifted on the floor into a kneeling position and took his weapon, regarding the growing damage along the cutting edge.
It was the only thing that was truly totally his.
Aurum crouched down, leaning close. Kad laid his sword flat on the ground and stared the other man dead in the eyes as he spoke.
"You have to make a choice Kad… Either the woman herself or the ideals you felt she promoted. The ideals I know you hold dearer than anything else in this world."
Aurum placed his hand down onto Kad's shoulder.
"And I know you will choose wisely my son."
My son.
His mind's eye opened, images and memories of memories that had come unbidden into his mind for all of whatever could be considered Kad's childhood.
Always the same. On worlds he had never been to.
A scene played out time, and time again
Hundreds of thousands of Hive ganger warriors arrayed in the wide streets of this echo of distant Terra. All gathered to greet the warlord who had come for his son.
The first of his Primarch's towering over all present at the head of this horde, with light reflecting off his armor from His own golden battle suit radiant with his unchecked shining soul light.
His iron handed son raised one fist to shield his eyes as he drew near up the ridge of black shattered stone in the heart of the storm. Gazing at the figure come down to his barren world previously rife with untold numbers of living metal monsters and far, far darker secrets that had been put to the sword and torch.
His armored shadow danced along the path back to the heartlands of his clan. But as the Primarch drew nearer and nearer to the one he had come to investigate.
Recognition, and joy rose up across his crimson face.
And a smile split His own as well at the base of this great glass pyramid on the world of sorcerers.
A single tear of joy dripped from the cyclops' last glowing eye.
And the two embraced as though they were long lost kin reunited at last.
But as his son withdrew from their embrace. The winged warrior king looked back to his father full of solemnness.
He went to one brass covered knee, splendid armor plates clanking together. Light filtering in from the harsh desert sands radiated off the pure white wings that He tried not to think of as angelic.
The Primarch planted his sword point first into the windswept stone of the council temple. Ready to pledge himself and his people to the cause he had been made for.
Physical pain lanced through Kad's head from his forehead to his spine. He shut his eyes and silently screamed into his closed mouth. Left hand up on his face digging in his fingertips so hard blood was welling up beneath his nails.
Aurum pushed up off of Kad's shoulder and turned away while Kad battled this storm in his mind. Through the bright spots that swam in his vision Kad saw the vague outline of Aurum beginning to leave him here.
"FATHER!"
The Primarch leapt to his leapt desperately reaching out his right hand to stop the cloaked figure from abandoning him too.
Light filled the room.
Kad ignored the searing radiance blocking out everything, his aura lit into being to protect his unprepared mind from the sheer unfiltered brilliance of Aurum's true form. And to shield his body, dangerously close to what Aurum was about to do.
He turned back to His son at the sound of his shout.
Aurum turned, faster than even Kad's super Human sense could track through the light. Striking two fingers out directly between Kad's eyes. The pain vanished as soon as it appeared at the touch of His hand. Kad stopped in his lunge for Aurum's cloak, trying to reach for the man's wrist and prevent him from going.
But in a crack of false thunder accompanied by a sickening waft of ozone,
The Emperor disappeared.
Kad stood there for nearly an entire minute. Waiting for the spots to leave his vision so he could remove his hands from his face, and come to terms with what in the world just happened. But a few nails of impossibility remained hammered into the logic center of his brain. Telling him that none of this could be true.
That he was still alone here,
Denying realizations about his life and goals. And that all his nightmares, dreams, and visions were coming out from where he had buried them in the deep, deep shadows of his mind to walk in the daylight.
He clenched his shaking fists tight straightening up from his bowed position. After a moment more Kad's eyes locked onto the first thing they found.
Ignis. Ever beating back the darkness with the soft red of Dust. The giant bent down on his knees next to the weapon. He lifted up his sword, the red blade balanced on the tips of his fingers. Remembering Aurum's words.
"You have to make a choice."
The layout and acoustics served to mask some of the side effects of Aurum's sudden departure from this rest of the stadium. The handful of leaders following professor Goodwitch halted immediately when they heard the unexpected explosion of noise.
Yang felt well enough physically to walk on her own. So unencumbered by the need to support her big sister Ruby broke into a run, heading right for the commotion her red cape and hood trailing along in the draft she left behind.
Weiss was the first to chase after her leader, quickly outpacing all those following them
Ruby saw the conference table that had been thrown through the wall, and all the bits and pieces of their diagram scattered to the four corners of the war room. She coughed and wretched at the heavy scent of ozone hanging in the air.
And the room was empty
As Ruby carefully stepped over the low edge of jagged glass, she grew both confused and concerned. Others had told them that the giant had passed this way, but now it was plainly obvious to see.
Kad was gone.
The Heiress saw the look in Ruby's silver eyes. A sad acceptance that things had not been quite the way they seemed. But still Ruby looked to her partner, just to see whatever Weiss's reaction was going to be. Weiss sighed, and with a heavy heart repeated to Ruby what she had told Yang when they were searching Vale for Blake many months ago.
"The innocent never run."
Deep orbit station keeping. 60,000 Kilometers dark side of (/Remnant's/) Primary Natural Satellite
The bridge of any warship was a place of unending noise and activity. And on a battleship the scale of the Fist of Iron the shouts and murmurs of hundreds upon hundreds of menials, couriers, ensigns, bridge officers, command staff, tech priests, Armsmen, and watch crews of Space Marines all busy with a thousand separate tasks would drown anything else in a sea of inconsequential slag.
Rank, upon rank of bright monitors displayed the objects of focus for this comparatively small portion of the battleship's crew. Status on anything and everything happening on the ship and with its, now thirty five vessels strong, fleet of escorts that had survived undamaged enough to carry on with their voyage after the surprise battle with the Greenskin denizens of the mysterious Space hulk this detachment of the Fifty Second expedition fleet had been forced to deal with.
Behind the simple raised command throne at the center of this kingdom of activity two giants stood waiting to fulfill their given tasks.
The shorter was a picture of stillness. His features hidden behind the tall brass helmet he wore, with the cast wings and the red shock of hair. The long scrawl of names on his shoulder pauldrons marking him as one of importance amongst his brethren to all who looked upon him.
His brass, red, and heavily inscribed armor reflected light back towards its source. The warrior was armed only with his gene enhanced body and the short power sword sheathed at his left side, for he did not expect any trouble that would need any of his order's traditional weapons to deal with.
The other whose shadow he stood in both physically, and metaphorically was another thing entirely.
This mountain in the shape of a man impatiently toyed with the deceptively light hilt of his thunder hammer. The flat edged killing share of its mass planted by the right boot of his uninscribed black armor.
This weapon was the only thing with even an ounce of flash, or grandeur on his person. The handled polished to a mirror sheen, showing off the intricate designs carved onto the deep ebony material. Shining trinkets, and inlays of gold and silver ran the length up to the powered down head that bore two golden wings seemingly ready to fly and crush at any second.
The rest of him was unmarked unadorned slabs of masterfully worked black adamantium and ceramite. Cataphracti terminator armor in name only. Covering him from his neck down except for the two places where it was not required.
He wore his black hair very short and kept his eyes cold as iron. With his bare head covered in markings from the accidents of both a blacksmith and a seasoned warrior.
An army of metallic arms wired into a servo harness laid across his back. All immobile at the moment, carrying grasping arms, cutting welders. Plasma, volkite, and melta weapons ready to be used in an instant and several other devices whose purpose only their wielder and maker knew of.
And finally his arms, the only other part of his body not hidden by battleplate. For they needed no more protection being forever coated in the melted metal flesh of a long dead mechanical monstrosity from his home world.
Together the two warriors stood waiting for the reclusiam to power on and isolate them from the bridge so they could speak to their liege lord in peace and quiet.
The Fist of Iron's powerful vox arrays easily established a link to the small communicator His Majesty had brought with him to the surface. The only means of contacting the fleet He had brought to the surface of the planet.
Ferrus Manus, Primarch of the Iron Hands regarded his companion. He knew little about this Custodes his father had left in charge of the retinue of warriors. He did know that his growing name began with Aquillon.
The man was on the rise through the ranks of the Emperor's body guards and was undoubtedly being tested during this series of events. While the Emperor's chosen leader for this brotherhood, Constantine Valdor, was away gathering a cohort of Ferrus's new brother's legion.
Ferrus and Aquillon had both studied the scans of the growing situation on the ground, and they were both worried. Yet the Emperor had divined a location to begin his search, somehow, and teleported himself into one of the larger cities on the planet nearly two days ago.
Regardless of whatever thoughts the two of them had towards action they were honor bound to wait for their lord to make the final decision.
They did not have visual communication, but Ferrus would have recognized the voice that came over the vox anywhere in the galaxy.
"Ferrus?" The master of mankind spoke, testing the link.
"I am here," The Primarch answer curtly with his rumbling voice.
The Emperor quickly gave his orders, "Continue holding position. I have made contact but we require time."
Ferrus raised one eyebrow, "Are you certain?"
"The situation is under control."
"I… Disagree."
The Primarch gazed over the holographic globe at the center of the bridge. Dots and icons displaying the raging conflict far, far below them.
"The northern nation's civil war has escalated. The rebels are gaining ground in the capital and several other fortified cities. While their army is being forced to deploy more and more resources to deal with the native xeno forms. The central nation has been almost completely over run with the xenos. The nation to the east is isolated, dealing with another uprising and most of their major cities are under siege by the beasts as well."
He paused to take a breath, "And finally the nation in the west has been completely inundated with these hostile creatures. Their military has been decimated and there is a mass exodus of civilians being chased out to the east by close to a quarter million xenos."
The Emperor did not respond, no matter how much Ferrus wished for him to see the facts.
"Father," Ferrus began again. "Let me intervene. I've identified dropsites and target locations for interdiction bombardment. To buy time for fortifying…"
"No."
Both warriors were stunned. The situation was deteriorating far too rapidly, "Father I insist." Ferrus began again, "I see no evidence that my brother can,"
"And how would you have felt if I had ordered Horus, or Leman onto your world with armies to steal away your moment of triumph and glory?"
"You did not need to. Feelings are irrelevant. This is different."
"No, only our timing Ferrus. You will not send troops to the surface without my explicit orders. Do you understand?"
Ferrus growled and shifted uncomfortably in his armor. But he nodded his head, "Yes, my lord."
A chuckle passed over the vox link, startling both men in the reclusiam.
"Fear not," The Emperor continued "Your brother has the situation well in hand."
"Are you asking me to have faith?" The gorgon said in confusion.
Once again the distant voice chuckled before answering. "No, just to Trust in your brother…"
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A/N Hate to do this to you guys. But the next chapter is gonna be on hold until I finally go back and edit alot of my previous chapters.
I fell just that critical things have been left out or definitely could have been handled differently. But fear not. I will get back to work on the future of this before you know it.
So in the mean time, I might have a surprise for you readers if you wish it. Go check out the poll on my profile. And, I made a Space Battles forum for this. I know alot of people like that. Hit me p there. Same user name and title. I'm sure you'll find it.
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