It was dark as he sent the message. More information on the various factions that had spawned to be the leaders of the Galaxy. In his mind the stream of consciousness sought the next move in the myriad of vain agendas. The power struggle was an immense one. Even worse were the new additions to the game. Mercenaries, bounties, and the like had always played their part. Now though there were a few new chess pieces that ran an unusual stride. A pipe hissed in the darkness. Invisible steam roasted the open air. The man readjusted his bandana before sending the final file. It was done, another job successfully completed. He turned and walked out of the underground service passage. With his clipboard in hand he unlocked the service door to a bright hallway. It was empty for now. Closing the door behind him the man wrote some notes on the clipboard. His bandana wore one insignia alone, that of the Alliance. He pulled the bandana down and sighed. Now to close up some loose ends. [spoiler]Open.... If you dare.[/spoiler]