Deep beneath the Cosmodrome, a lone warlock sits tapping at an ancient, crumbling key board, muttering to himself. "Damn this is complicated... those golden age scientists didn't mess around..." A cracked screen, covered with centuries of filth, suddenly glows with a flickering neon blue light in front of him. "Finally." At the same time, a crackling Russian voice comes from the rusty skeleton of a speaker above. "Shut up, Rasputin. You haven't exactly made this easy for me. Do you think I'm going to listen to your pleas now?" The voice suddenly cuts off as the warlock taps another key, smiling. "Ghost, standby. Once I'm done, I want you to erase all trace of me." The warlock taps another few keys in quick succession before standing up, causing dust to fall all around him. "The vanguard may hate me, but this is for the greater good. Sacrifices must be made. For the future of us all." He moves to the door. "Rasputin, your orbital weapons are finally going to be put to good use." [spoiler]open[/spoiler] [spoiler]ok guys now it's really open[/spoiler]