[b][i]Even in Death[/i][/b] [i]We're comin' for you -AC/DC[/i] [b]The Bloodwrath, Unknown Sector[/b] [i]Fire. A cold numbness to it as he appeared in the corridor of the tainted and vile warship. He could physically feel himself, and yet it were as if he was ethereal. His return after death had been at a cost, he was now a. force of vengeance. A soldier who had once killed to intimidate now killed to avenge those who faced wrongful blame and scorn. Was this really living? Was he even alive? It didn't truly matter, and it wasn't worth the headache. The Saudis couldn't kill him all those years ago in the desert. The Delta team sent after him during the Third World War couldn't kill him. And even when the CIA authorized and carried out his execution, they couldn't kill him. He had returned, yet again. Of course, appearances had changed. His armor was no longer black, rather, it was an eternal void, pulsating with energy, occasionally crossed by the souls of those damned for all eternity. His weapons no longer were of the material world, steel and plastics replaced with fire and brimstone. He no longer needed technology, for it was now all a matter of ability. He felt no pain, no emotion, no fear; yet, he retained the appearance of being in his old exosuit. The mask that had become known and feared was no more, and a new one took its place. The dark void remained, but where there had once been a brilliant white, there was all-consuming fire. The cloak that he had once worn for his fallen comrades was now a cloak of flame. He stood and took in his hellish surroundings, sensing the power that ran through the ship, an evil more potent than any he had known. It piqued his will to hunt, and there was plenty of prey, all confined to the ship. Some of them had to pay for the actions of days past, and he was to play judge, jury, and executioner. Even in death, General Cody "Blackjack" Wolfe was a hunter. The Betrayed Soldier had returned, at the cost of his soul. [/i] [spoiler]He's back, and he's pissed.[/spoiler]