Somewhere in the distant future, 943.5 leads a clan of Psychtronic Ninjas into the perimeters of the Sub-OSK labs near OSD in order to steal No-Life cymatic data from the Scientific crumpocrats occupying the zone. Upon recovery of the specimen, 943.5 kneels down in front of the Lab's CPU and places a timed EMP detonation device. He solders it in place with quick sparks that cast asunder the shadows he walks in momentarily. He proceeds to bail as quickly as possible, the rest of the Cult/Clan of ninjas waiting for him near the docking bay. When the bomb detonates the mechanical hooks will release, sending OSK into free-orbit and destroying OSD in a process of atmospheric pressure leading to combustion of their highly volatile materials.
The Admiral relinquishes the tattered empire to 712 and decides to move to the isolated regions of Thaumiel in the wake of the ruin. "I just keep eating my anti-fict pills like the admiral wants me and Agent Wilson too" says his lupine henchman. The admiral is neither lupine nor a vampire, simply cold and removed. He shakes his head. They step on train in the dingy city of Vancouver after bailing from a post-tunnel exitpoint. "712 shall oversee the tribes movement" he thinks assured in his retreat to fragments of lost personal madness and a life less stressful.
Doctors B. & Z. sit somewhere in the Digiastral currents discussing OSK technology. "Satan I broadcast in RGB tricolor, when you capture and synthesize the Red and Blue Bandwidths he transmits the Past-Red/Future-Blue Machine Souls manifest a physical control box with 1 frequency knob, it squeaks and squaks and let's the user traverse timebands when running through the 5th Book's Codecs." say Dr. Z. assuredly. "Red dimension is home to some bad giants, Blue dimension has hairy dudes - gotta be wary of both." Points out Dr. B. "Either way, we snack on their eyes." says Dr. Z. "Green?" says B. looking up from the Algae Reactor core. He continues "Shadows and figures in the background...I had dreams about being struck by a snake until it gave up because I wouldn't die. It went passive like a dog after that." Hunting snakes with Eagles is always a fun game.
At the thought of gaining such power #624's eyes light up in a maddened fever, little does he know etheriwires feed in and out of his 8 patchbays, pinging and relaying adverse signals between OSK class:Sharks and occasionally firing off badly tuned eloptic light and making horrible sounds. A Humorous design in that funny pose. The stealth installation was performed by a WarOrb Cleaverhand-bot with eight sentient arms for precise chopping. Often these bots play a dual role as contraceptives.
The bearer of the Red Scythe tears open a magickal portal to Tericon, enraging the admiral. On the opposite side of the portal stand the Bearer of the Yellow sign, holding the golden diamond for his true master in one hand and a vicious looking psionic sword in the other. Does anyone dare step through this portal and challenge the Russian tech-ninja on the other side? Agents of OSK may survive these trials...but only time will tell.