The Living O-Zone, Tales of Glory "Nightmare's Dawn"

Darkness filled the un-lit ship, as it always does aboard the Nightmare’s Edge, ancient battle cruiser of the Night Lords 6th company. A faint hum…the ships power core, the only thing breaking the silence…the silence of this massive predator stalking through the void.

…beep, beep, beep…

Green runic symbols of a dead language pierce through the unnatural darkness of the ship on a councils’ readout display. Among the servitors and unnoticeable crew, a figure emerges from the shadows. Leaning forward from his throne aboard the command deck of the Nightmare, this massive figure looks out with hollow, cold eyes, towards the runes flashing on the council before him. With a slow precise gesture, the figure lifted a massive gauntlet from his side, and dragged a talon across the display, triggering red symbols on the read out. A remorseless grin forms on the figure’s pale face as he scans through the new
Information in front of him.

"…Quintus…" The figure beckoned , his deep, dark voice breaking the silence of the ship with but a whisper…
"yes, my Lord?" A second massive figure emerged from the shadows, its dark blue form kneeling on the deck below, lightning it seems, dancing across its power armor...
"…prep in midnight clad…" spoke the first figure as he sat back into the darkness upon his throne. “…tonight we hunt…”…

The ancient predator of the Nightmare’s Edge sways through the void as it changes its heading towards its new prey…