The Nightman...looked...painstakingly so...at Horror.<br/><br/>"No. I am not Project Midnight, and frankly, they were short sighted. I was born here a few days ago and," snapping a look towards Sark, "I have taken control of this facility and have already done far more than anything I have read in the archives. Project Midnight relied on testing and quality. Creating the perfect specimens and concocting soldier hybrids. Filth. Purity is what was needed. And it is what I have provided. I am perfection, and have cloned myself. Unfortunately, it seems as if humans are...unruly. Having brains and...well thinking and what not."<br/><br/>He paused and glanced at his narrator, who quickly turned his eyes to the ground.<br/><br/>"They become annoying and disobedient when they can think. That is why I used my perfection as a base for robot clones of myself. They only lack a hive mind or means of control."<br/><br/>He took a deep breath and rolled his eyes at the now zombified clone.<br/><br/>"A means of control that won't...tarnish their abilities of course. However I have quite the assortment of broken clones if you wish to have your own toys. But no, I am not Project Midnight. Me and my Obsidian Nights are far greater than they could have ever hoped to have been. Once I obtain my means of controlling them...Storm City will be my new playground. Where I can build perfection from the ground up."<br/><br/>He beckoned to the camera feed which was fixed on The Dayman, doing circles in some sort of kart around a bunch of roughians.<br/><br/>"This man holds the key to my....possibly our success."<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>The Dayman watched as the Storm Riders took off towards their base inside the city and he came to a screeching halt.<br/><br/>"Well all, I don't quite care for following orders...but it won't be following if I can beat them there!"<br/><br/>He started to rev the engine and heard a fit of laughter behind him. He turned to find a blonde teenager, standing atop of a large and somewhat clunky motorcycle, arms folded and head tilted back in laughter. He pointed a finger at The Dayman, which was quite shocking, as no one had ever done that to him before, and began to laugh even harder.<br/><br/>"You....beat ME to the operating base? I haven't even been told where it is and I could STILL beat you there! They aren't leaving me out or anything, it's just that they are probably worried that if their biggest and strongest member were at the base, then the enemy would strike and not pass up a chance to challenge me. Too many other members would get hurt in the process."<br/><br/>The Dayman looked the not very impressive looking kid up and down, deciding on if he would even take his challenge seriously or not. They can be quite self assured at that age you know, and egotistical tendencies are not very becoming of course. The Dayman would never act in such a way. The thought made him chuckle a little.<br/><br/>Stratus raged at the laughter, which he of course thought was related to his person.<br/><br/>"How dare you laugh at me, Stratus, biggest and baddest member of the Storm Riders! I practically founded this group. They would be nothing without me! You hear that codpiece guy? I am the biggest thing here and don't you forget that! If you are man enough, you can beat me to the base!"<br/><br/>He hopped down onto the seat of his bike and took off in a cloud of dust.<br/><br/>The Dayman fastened his seatbelt, and then fastened his codpieces seatbelt, and put his kart into gear.<br/><br/>"Challenging my manhood...HA! HE doesn't even have a codpiece. I suppose I will have to teach this kid a lesson."<br/><br/>The Dayman stomped his foot down onto the codpiece shaped gas pedal and tore off after Stratus and the rest of the Storm Riders.