A blinding cacophony of light showered the field of battle as the dying Nameless warship finished its final throes. All around the fray, the menagerie of hostile shapes that plagued the Combine forces quickly began to falter after the core of their force finally met its fate.
The Assault Node had truly, and without a doubt, fallen.
However...
SSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRKKKKKKKKKKThe sound of grinding metal was heard for but a fraction of a second before one of the Choro's ships suddenly fell silent. Soon enough, another, much smaller blast of light echoed across space, this time coming from behind the mass of vessels which composed the coalition fleet.
Not long after, several more explosions sprang up from the fringes of the combined fleets as it soon became apparent what had recently transpired before them.
Without warning, a sudden string of completely identical signals coming from all directions suddenly bombarded the
Aracknash with but a single, synchronized message.
//Greetings, Supreme commander Scourge...//, came a cold, almost monotone voice. Several seconds after the message began, the
SEWP-01 managed to steal one of the transmissions, opening it in their system as well. Yet, just as the crew started activating the hijacked message, the mysterious figure behind the sudden call began to speak again.
//... as well as, Professor Sforza.//
The
SEWP's captain was more than slightly put aback by the sudden, and totally unexpected response.
H-how... H-how did he know...//... that the message would be stolen and read by none else than you, professor?//, the voice answered again, seemingly aware of what the captain was about to say.
I was certain that that message was only directed at the Aracknash!
//'I was certain that that message was only directed at the Aracknash!'
You willed to say?//
Sforza staggered for a moment at the being's seemingly psychic parroting before carrying on with his thoughts.
Then, this could only mean...
//Then, this could only mean...//
That if we're to calculate the probability, of one of them joining the Nameless' side...
//That if we're to calculate the probability, of one of them joining the Nameless' side...//
... the number of those among them who possess the level of skill required to do this...
//... the number of those creatures who possess the level of skill required to do this...//
... and finally, the chance of us being the ones to encounter him.
//... and finally, the chance of us being the ones to encounter him.//
I see...
//I see...//
It all makes sense now...
//It all makes sense now...//
//How nice of you to drop by, then...//, echoed deep within the mosquito-like figure's chamber. //... Galactic Protection Agency's six most wanted fugitive! Or should I say...//
//Top Assassin, Haraia Hiraoto!//