Chapter 1
The sounds of war echoed around Zerin as he booted up his necron suit. Over the shipwide intercom the captain's voice boomed. "All hands, put on a SPS suit, its only a dogan class ship, combat will commence in one minute," his words mixed im with the combat alert alarm. The captain spoke again, this time in Zerin's personel comm. "It's only three exo suits, you take them out and the ship will be easy pickings. Don't die." Zerin nodded, closed his eyes and detached his black exo suit from the ship. "Commencing opperation Zerin chanted, his cold, empty tone reflecting his dark black exo suit. Necron suit model 6. NSM6. All the thrusters in the necron fired up, sending the dark colored necron soaring through the even darker void of space. The three thrusters on each leg of the necron shut off, their blue flames extinguished as the necron entered stealth mode. Now undetectable to all radar systems, the necron scanned the area and found the three enemy exo suits. "One sniper type, one comander type, and one standard type," Zerin chanted, tracking down all the enemy units. He gripped his controls, all thrusters on the necron reactivated, including the auxillary engines on its wings, the wings armed with beam cannons and beam sabers, the signature wings that make the necron feared the world over as the black angel. The angel of death. Zerin flew forwards on a spiral path, blasts of plasma hurtling through space. The necron could dodge every one of them, their intense heat only illuminating the intricate silver accents throughout the necron's body. Zerin his beam saber and cut the enemy exo suit on half. Molten steel gushes out as the glowing purple blade hacked away at the machine. A bolt of plasma shot through space, just missing the necron's cockpit "graaagh, you unionists never give up" Zerin growled. He slid his hand up on the controls and the three segments of each wing, each one armed with an engine and small beam cannon, split apart. The wings of death. The feathers of destruction. Necronnen. The feathers zipped around, firing bolts of energy, destroying weapons and shields. The feathers flew back towards the necron and rejoined as wings. The wings flipped forwards and in a blast of blue light, a high power laser lanced through the battlefield, destroying the sniper type. An explosion shook Zerin as the commander type rushed him. "You! Zerin screamed, recognizing the colors of the exo suit as those of a commander that killed his friends. "You will pay for the sadness you have brought down apon me and my comrades!" Zerin yelled, his once cold personality swept away by rage and sorrow. He flew forwards, dodging bolts of energy and swung his beam saber in a wide ark, only for it to be parried by a beam bayonet. The necton's feathers of death detached again, their laser cannon now emmiting a beam saber. "Go forth and tear the enemy to shreds" Zerim yelled. The feathers whipped around dodging bolts of plasma and sliced away at the enemy commander. Zerin charged, his beam saber a straight line, his his anger carrying his blade directly onto the cockpit.
