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biological aboard and the Guild prowler has disappeared.”
    “Troubling development, do you have any way of finding out where he went?”
    “He left no traces; very thorough in covering his tracks.” The giant said nodding his head. “All sensor scans of the station show nothing, not even an anomaly. It is a very odd situation.”
    “More troubling is the fact the Forgotten were dispatched without my consent, old friend.” Iana replied with a hint of fear. “Have things come to that point already that I am to be cast aside so quickly?”
    Bryx didn’t respond right away; instead he looked solemnly at her as he was obviously looking for the right words. There was a reason he had stayed by her side for so long and it wasn’t the fact that of his stature alone. Bryx wasn’t afraid to tell her the truth; a trait she truly needed at times such as these. As he thought, she tried to search his expression for any clues on what he might say, but the ever growling frown that all J’Karin wore on their emotionless faces told her nothing.
    “These are troubling times Empress, and since the Terra Sol incident much has changed in our beloved Empire. The thought of wielding the power of Aen has made some on the Council power mad; the thought of him as a weapon has driven an insatiable lust to find and possess him despite the file saying he is deceased. Aen changed everything; and in doing so he possibly paved the way for that change to sweep over us and wipe clean all we have fought so hard to build.” He said at last.
    “Like a stone thrown into the pond, his mere existence sends ripples through time and space.” Iana spoke aimlessly.
    “You were right to hide him from everyone, but now that he’s out there somewhere I fear what will happen when he is discovered.” Bryx growled.
    “No my dear friend,” Iana said with a wry smile. “He dispatched three of the Forgotten to the afterlife and wiped away their very existence on a Guild controlled station; I fear for the one that stumbles upon him in the hopes of thinking Aen is something to possess.”
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Nammaran; the Lost Planet of the Prophets
    It was odd to enter into orbit of a planet and not see space traffic of any kind, but as Aen slipped into the rotational pull of Nammaran it was as if the planet below was uninhabited. Imperial planets were mostly a hive of activity with trading vessels and docked Fleet ships, but none of that was here. Only the rings of crushed rock and ice that encircled the Earth-sized world broke the nothingness out here.
    Nammaran was a hard place to find, but one he located none the less from the files aboard his stolen ship from the assassins. It was a place he could go for answers and it was a place that no one - not even the one who sent the Forgotten - would think to look for him. From initial scans, the planet was more of a water world than a rocky surface, but there was one continent near the northern pole of the planet. Easily overlooked as lifeless, this was the place the heralded Prophets of the Lyarran Empire called home; this was where they meditated for their visions of the future.
    It took very little to lock into a geo-synchronous orbit over the small, lonely continent and Aen began to ready himself for his decent. During the voyage here, he had donned one of the reflective suits of armor used by the Forgotten and fitted by the ships rudimentary computer. He had found it odd that this ship wasn’t outfitted with a VI like the rest of the Fleet’s vessels; maybe it made the ship able to slip from place to place without being detected. He almost hoped it made his arrival a secret from the beings below, but if reputation served them well they knew he was coming long before he thought of it.
    Turning the reflective surface control of the armor off, Aen decided to leave behind any weapons and the helmet as well. It was better to appear peaceful and arrive unarmed; besides he was more powerful than any of the weapons aboard