A soft and slightly feminine voice sounded as the sirens dulled down<em> emergency over ride activated, code one dash dash dash two nine dash dash, initiating immediate revival of subject, main power down, switching to secondary power, connection failed, testing sources third to fifth, source activated at fourth and fifth, beginning thawing and revival processes</em>. With a sudden hiss and complaining groan of gears, the room about them began to fill with lights, and the wall behind them began to crumble, the dirt and dust falling away as a metal cylinder opened, revealing a glowing teal tube, covered in a thin layer of ice. But it wasn’t the advanced technology that had it standing apart, oh no, it was what was within it. A titan of a being held afloat within the cryogenic fluids, clad in the purest of black armor broken up with bright neon blue markings and patterns. With a flesh of deep orange light down the tube, the fluids inside began to bubble, the ice about its sides quickly melted, and steam began to rise from quickly rising temperature as it clashed against the still cold water and remaining ice.<br/><br/>Slowly the dull green eye pieces to the helmet flickered to life giving off a bright glow, then with another loud groan the gears kicked back in and the, fluid began to be purged from the tube. The life support cords dangled for a moment, as the glass tube lowered into the floor. The robotic voice chimed back in, almost cheerfully<em> welcome back, First Sergeant Null, I do hope your not suffering from ‘freezer burn’ as you put it last time we spoke</em>the cords suddenly burst free with loud hisses and bursts of clear fluids. The armor clanked softly as it ejected the connection ports, and slowly the towering figure began to move, starting with the flexing off his fingers and then his arms, as he was clearly coming out of quite the shock.<br/><br/><em> Sergeant Null?</em>the voice inquired, that’s right, my name was Null, Thorian Null, as that simple memory came back, a flood of others came crashing back.  His past, his childhood, his induction into the Dragoon Companies, his training, his first taste of combat and blood, the pride and joy he felt with his brothers and sisters in arms. Then the pain that came with his life clashed against, the thousands of lives he ended, none stop years of campaigning.  He remembered the highs of earning a victory, besides a handful of others like him, against entire sectors, he also remembered the lows he had to drop to during those years of fighting. Then he remembered the one foe he had considered an ally,  one that had turned on them, even as they were just starting to steam the push of humanity. As his eyes slowly fell upon those before him, the insignia bore by the Peace Keeper agents, and he remembered that former ally all too well. His deep voice nearly boomed from the external speakers of his helmet “I hear you, you damn machine, let me think”. He worked the stiffness from his joints and muscles, as he sized up the opposition.<br/><br/>“so, what do a pair of PK dogs want in my tomb?” he smirked as he saw the pair tighten up slightly at his insults. Both quickly leveled their weapons at the towering figure “state your name and purpose for being here!”. Thorian snorted at their threats “nah, but you know what I will give you, a belly full of metal and a pool of your own blood to drown in, back stabbing mutts, you cowardly bitches!”.  He flicked his right arm, a four foot blade of shimmering black metal burst free of a hidden compartment at the wrist of the arm’s armor, and then he lunged forward, roaring out loudly his hate. The energy released by their weapons burned harmlessly at the massive suit of armor. Their screams and motion to flee came far too late; their firing became wild as panic set in.<br/><br/>Thorian didn’t flinch, he didn’t angle away, he simply shrugged off their attacks, and then he was among them. One of the Peace Keeper drew an edged blade, bringing it up in a blur, a feat that was impressive to say the least. The impressiveness was futile, the black blade wasn’t even slowed on its path as it simply cut through the blade,  the wielder’s armor, and then bisected the wielder from the right shoulder down to his left hip. Thorian didn’t give the Peace Keeper another glance, simply moving onto the second, leaving the stunned alien to blink as his weapon slowly fell apart, its end clattering to the floor, and then a sharp pain started to fill his chest. Reach down he grasped at the pain, finding nothing he sighed. Then the line became clear and he gasped before sliding into two halves, hot blood and organs splashing over the floor. His eyes were still looking about wildly as the life faded from the rest of his frame, his arm even weakly tried to drag him away from the rest of his frame out of a panic filled haze.  The other didn’t fare any better, Thorian disarmed him with a flick of his wrist, lobbing off his hands at the wrist so quickly it took the Peace Keeper a moment realize it wasn’t his weapon jamming, but the fact he no longer hand control over his digits. In an instant Thorian caught the alien by either side of its head with his left hand, effortlessly hauling the Peace Keeper to his eye level “For Terra, for Humanity, and for my fallen Brothers and Sisters!”. Thorian closed his right hand over the PK’s shoulder and began to push down on the shoulder as he pulled up on the creature’s head. What happened next, was not pretty, nor was it fast like in the holovids, the alien screamed as his head was slowly ripped from its shoulders. The screams slowly became gurgled as it’s spinal column came free, soaked in gore. The things body was still twitching in shock as Thorian hurled the pieces against the wall, it was then that he truly saw Hikari for the first time, at least it was the first time he acknowledged her.<br/><br/>He turned from his kills, the spots on his armor where the shot shad hit a cherry red, slowly began to fade to a charred black as he moved towards her. The blood that stained his armor was still flowing, there were even bit of still warm meat that feel from the splashes of blood as he drew closer. “what have we here?” the sword clicked forward, before sliding back into its sheath, the thin casing actually prevented blood and other materials from following the blade into the chamber. “you, you were a peace keeper” he chuckled softly “weren’t you, what, get tired of the club, or did you do something bad, and they punished you?” he chuckled louder, shaking his head softly. “so what is a little pretty thing like you doing here, huh?”.<br/>