Akuma, The Silver Dragon's Story

Three weeks ago.

Night canopied the sleeping city as the echo of twin propeller engines hummed in the sky. A small airplane buzzed over the city like a curious insect before banking south. As it banked, a dark object tumbled out of the aircraft and spiraled in a free fall into the city's glow.

Akuma straightened his body like a bullet as the wind rushed passed his helmet. His eyes remained fixed on the buildings - mentally calculating their angles and distances. He craned his body to meet the raging winds that collided with his terminal velocity and directed himself towards the coastal half of the city. The man spread his arms and legs, expanding the strong and aerodynamic fabric of his suit's wings. A skyscraper narrowly zipped passed him as he heavily banked through the concrete, glass, and steel pillars that polluted the sky.

Akuma cautiously navigated through downtown before disengaging his body kite and ejecting a large black parachute. The Silver Dragon gently rode the wind currents into the shadowed district of Little Shintenchi.

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Present day.

Amid the seedier underbelly of Little Shintenchi loomed a foreboding and decrepit warehouse. The steady chorus of the tide rumbled from the nearby docks. Flattened cardboard boxes fastened by duct tape covered the holes of shattered windows while black paint blotted out the ones that remained.

Akuma, clad in his iconic battle armor, stood on an observation deck overlooking the rest of the warehouse. On his right were numerous vehicles in various stages of cannibalization. Unsavory characters dressed in dark leather, jeans, chains, and piercings and simple folk in ragged garb busily operated hydraulic wrenches and metal saws. The screeching of power tools roared through the warehouse. Several rows of shelves populated the opposite end of the warehouse. Car parts, electronics, guns, and other miscellaneous items of worth filled their spaces.

It was only a few weeks ago when this place was ruled by the refuse and leeches of society.

Akuma had put the leeches to work.

"Hey, boss..." one of the leeches approached Akuma, speaking in Taiyou. "We just got another shipment."

"Very good..." replied Akuma in an intelligent and intimidating voice. "How soon will you be able to fence off what we have?"

"Uhh, I'd say a week. Maybe two."

"Make it one." Akuma stated matter-of-factually.

"Uhh, yessir." the grunt bowed his head before running off.

Raven sat in her desk, signing the document infront of her. She was selling the club to a group of Crimson Dragons toughs. but honestly, she didnt care. She had her fun with this place and there were far more exciting places to see and to travel through. She was just looking rather irritated that she even had to be involved with this entire proceeding. She would have loved nothing more then to have her lawyers take care of it.

Using her magic, she flipped the paper and pen to the other person at the end of the desk to sign "Just sign so we can be done with this..."

The Shintenchi man smiled politely at the dark-clothed woman. We was clad in a cleanly pressed grey suit with his jet black hair smoothed back to a sheen. Soft wrinkles and laugh lines accented his aging face, but there remained an intelligent and youthful twinkle in his eye.

Two large men in similar, yet darker, suits stood beside him. The barest hint of tattoos poked out from beneath their sleeves while their perpetual grimaces vastly contrasted their colleague. However, there was a fourth figure that concealed himself in the shadows of the office's corner. Tight silver battle armor wrapped around his lean and athletic body like a cocoon while a sheathed katana was strapped to his back.

Clearly expensive - and formidable - security.

"It has been a pleasure doing business with you, Miss Infendius." the first man said in perfect Galactic Basic as he signed the final paperwork. "Rest assured that my partners and I will take good care of the establishment and bring it much prosperity."

Raven lifted her fingers and raised the document up and whisked it away to her Lawyer who was sitting next to her, clearly scared beyond belief at Raven's irritation "Whether you see it to prosperity or not is no longer my concern sir" She said and stood up and briskly walked past the group of men and snapped her fingers again, creating a swirling vortex like gateway and stepped through it, only to have it snap shut and she was gone.

A blip on Akuma's communicator caught the assassin's attention. He held a finger up to his temple and spoke into the microphone in his helmet. "Hai? ... Hai, sensei."

Akuma turned to leave the nightclub, leaving the manager and staff to their own devices.

A high class shuttle lands at the Blue Heaven Docks, but no one emerges. However, if one were perceptive, they would see a shimmering shadow slink away to a maintenance hatch.

Akuma, stealth camouflage engaged, stalked his way passed the Blue Heaven guards. The low light bent around his shimmering body while a signal jammer shielded him from electronic detection.

Akuma, slipping passed the security undetected, lurked in the dark shadows of the promenade. He wandered through the area, listened, and watched. The assassin closed in on his target like a shark in the deep.

A shimmering shadow stalked through the plaza. Akuma stood like a prowling panther on top of a narrow ledge as he scanned the crowds and searched for the one he came for. He hoped he wasn't too late...

Carmen Dellevon searched for the one rumored to be the Silver Dragon. She ambled towards Club 47. Rumor had it the recent renovations were paid in blood.

Akuma, The Silver Dragon spied a well-dressed woman making her way towards the nightclub. She fit the description. He nodded to himself, rose, and stepped off the ledge into the darkness below.

"The bloody sun rises in the east..." Akuma spoke from the shadows off to Carmen's left. He leaned against the wall, silver armor stripped of the invisible camouflage and glinting in glow of a street light.

"To the west, eternal rest," Carmen quietly intoned in response.

Carmen Dellevon aimed her chin north. Large glass doors, tinted royal blue, set into the asteroid wall. Above the doors was an unlit sign reading Hotel Zafiro. The hotel wasn't open for business, but the lights on the interior were clearly on.

Carmen Dellevon casually flipped out a screen, her phone, and scrolled for a few seconds. She tapped it twice, brought up an image, and held the phone out for The Silver Dragon to see.

He glanced at the image, memorizing the picture, and nodded.

"I have heard of Canus. The Ronin has had dealings with investors from there. You offer a foothold into a new front... In exchange for blood. Yes?"

Carmen Dellevon slipped the phone back into the tiny purse dangling from her shoulder. She bowed her head, quickly, then turned on her heel to make for Club 47.