"Zanon..." A cold voice whispered from the shadows. The lone traveler stopped and looked down the street. He saw nothing, only wisps of fog and smoke as it whipped through the empty street. "Zanon..." The voice repeated and the man took a cautious step backwards as he checked every shadow for the owner of the voice. "I'm coming for you" The voice, as cold as ice and as mysterious and enchanting as a siren's song. But instead of easing the old man's fears, he was filled with dread. He turned tail and bolted down the street. He picked and alley at random and ran down it. He slipped behind a large garbage can and made himself as small as possible. Here in the shadows he thought he was safe from discovery. If he knew what was after him, he would not have been so naive.

"You can't hide from me" Hot breath tickled his ear. He turned his head, but nothing was there. "I am everywhere." This time it came from the other side. He turned to look, but like the first; there was nothing there. Panic seized him and he jumped from his hiding place. A figure at the mouth of the alley caught his attention. Silhouetted against the light of the street beyond, stood a person; hooded and cloaked. The person raised its hand and gesture with a finger and suddenly Zanon was ripped from where he stood and hurtled forward, toward the figure. He landed on the ground at the person's feet and then was picked up by an invisible hand and held in front of the stranger's shadowed face. "Doctor Zanon..." Warm breath washed over his face as the voice whispered.

"I am him" Zanon said as he was pulled closer to the person. The person continued after a moment of silence, “I have a preposition for you, for I have need of your abilities. It is a matter of revenge for the both of us. It has to do with your failed experiment." She paused and pulled him even closer and whispered straight into his ear, "The one called Zereth Lancer."

At the very name Zanon's flinched at the name and pulled his head away. "How do you know of me, about my experiment, and about Lancer?" He asked and then was unceremoniously dumped on the pavement. The strange reached up and slowly pulled its hood back. Zanon closed his eyes and wondered what he would see when he opened them. A man, a monster, Lancer himself, or perhaps some demon let loose by the gods themselves to punish him for all his cruel acts.

He slowly opened his eyes and before him was not what he expected. It was a woman, a beautiful woman-he thought to himself, with dark red hair, luscious lips, and piercing eyes that seemed to bore into his very soul. "I know because Zereth told me". Zanon found himself rising to his feet and starring into the woman's face. "You have my attention. What is your preposition?" The woman smiled, oh such a smile. Zanon felt his old heart flutter. "Perhaps we should go somewhere more comfortable to discuss this."

Without further ado she walked pass Zanon and to a door in the side of the alley, a door that Zanon had not seen there a moment ago. She waved her hand over the door and the sound of durasteel bolts sliding back was heard even by Zanon's old ears. The door slid open and the woman stepped inside and motioned for Zanon to follow. The door lead directly to a flight of stairs. The stairs led into a medium sized room filled with warm orange light from many lamps positioned around the room. In the middle of the room where two coaches, facing each other. A little coffee table sat between the coaches and on top of the table burned many candles.

"Please have a seat, I will be right back." The woman stated and then crossed over to the other side of the room and slipped through a door. Zanon meanwhile was removing his trench coat and hanging it on a hook on the wall. Afterwards, he sat down at one of the couches and awaited his hostess' return.

The Woman emerged from the door, now dressed in a flowing gothic style dress of black and crimson. She moved silently across the richly carpeted floor and sat down across from Zanon. She crossed her legs and leaned back. "You know my name," Zanon started, "But I do not know yours. I like to know who I'm working for." The woman smiled again, "Of course. I am known as Alexia Sturkov, and that is really all you need to know."

Zanon nodded, his messy grey hairs bounced around with the movement. "And what is this preposition of yours?" "It is quite simple, really. I want you to make me an army, an army to crush Lander and his petty band of sith." She stated plainly. Zanon raised his right hand and stroked the scraggly beard that protruded from his chin, something he did when he was thinking. "How much do you know about Lancer?" "Know? I know perhaps more then you." Zanon doubted this, "I know he was your experiment to create the perfect soldier. But you failed and Lancer escaped, destroyed you lab and fled into the real world. He wandered until he came to the sith order, and became even stronger. He rose to the rank of knight and a member of the sith council. He is quite a figure of strength and determination, a role model to apprentices and masters alike. Killing him will be no easy task, but one I believe we can accomplish." She paused and eyed Zanon for a moment before speaking again, "But there is one thing he told me that doesn't hold up to scrutiny." She leaned forward, "He told me he killed you..."