.Space///The Darkness Within (Part II)

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 	I've just landed on the Black Sun base, and it's one heck of a show. I've got my own personal hangar, a mini-bar (including Janx Spirit, great stuff), nice leather upholstery, and a great view. The room really isn't that large besides the hangar, but it's the largest VIP room they have, and I heard that Hyrda Xios paid a few arms and legs to get me here. I'm so glad I got off of that forsaken planet. It was a nightmare all in itself. The constant bombardment of those darned meteorites, and those cursed HAU jerkoffs constantly trying to invade. It's just great to get a weekend off. Wait... 

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	Blistering barrages of energy bolts streamed at the space station. Thousands of HAU fighters swarmed at the space station. John Anderson stumbled out of his apartment just as a huge explosion rocked the station. An alarm started to sound and the metallically colored corridor was covered in blinking red lights. 

	A mechanized warning started to blare over the PA system: Security Breached! All personnel evacuate to the escape pods. Security Breached! 

	John swore loudly and ran back into his apartment. 

	He came, sprinting, out 5 seconds later with a Hyrdrakian missile launcher and pistol, 20 rounds of ammo on his belt and a rocket tucked under each arm. 

	"Bring em' at me!" he yelled loudly in a false bravado just before running down the corridor, weapons at the ready.

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	John jumped into the elevator and requested to go to Floor 1a.  A nice Hydrakian children's tune started playing into John's ears and the capsule started sinking. Having a quick temper, he started tapping his foot impatiently. He looked through the side window. Thousands of HAU troopers were marching through corridors, flashing by just in time for his brain to register what it was seeing. Suddenly, he came to the large gap, which marked the cavernous space of Level 1a. Hundreds of aliens were strutting proudly, holding Black Sun soldiers and guards hostage, hands at their backs. The song stopped, the door opened, and John was plastered against the back wall of the elevator with several sonic blasters and a stun turret.

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	"Uughh..." John moaned. Opening his eyes, he saw he was lying in a small, shining grey room. The front of the room was split, with a small barred window opening up into a brightly lit corridor. 

	John swore and slammed his head against the back wall.

	A large, burly man strutted up to the door, two guards, one alien and one human, at his side. Upon swiping an ID card through a slot on the wall, the large double doors separating John from the outside world slid open. The man walked forward cautiously, as if John Anderson wouldn't hesitate to start gnawing off his forearm. He started to speak:

	"Prisoner 91814, I have a proposition for you." he started, full of an obvious bravado.

	"Yes?" John muttered quietly.

	"You have been captured by the 5th Battalion Strike Unit of the Human-Alien-Union. You, a Black Sun conspirator, can be sentenced to death under full acceptance of the law of the Human-Alien-Union." While he said Human-Alien-Union, his nostrils flared, as if he knew that the Human-Alien-Union was clearly superior to the infamous and thus inferior Black Sun Corp.

	"And your point is...?" said John, with a blasé facade.

	The commander squinted his eyes, as if annoyed by his prisoner's attitude.

	"I was wondering..." said the commander slowly, unintentionally accenting the fact that he hadn't been wondering anything at all. "If you'd... spy on Black Sun for the Human-Alien-Union."

	John let loose a long, loud, almost maniacal laugh.

	"What?" said the commander, surprised. 

	"You..." John gestured toward the commander, who took a step back, just in case. "Want me... (Gesturing to himself), to spy on the very people who I have been working for the past 3 years?" He let loose another maniacal laugh, and the commander gestured to the human guard.

	"Go get a prop-counselor." the commander whispered. "This guy needs help"

	After closing the doors, the three strutted away from the prison wing.

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	"You've got to be crazy." 

	The propogandal counselor sighed again. Reaching into her pouch, she pulled out a small hologram projector. After turning on a ray shield barrier for the front of the cell to discourage an escape, she popped a small disk labeled "Black Sun Abominations" and left.

	"Of all the corporations in the universe," the program started, "Only one has the right to be named the most despicable of all."

	"Black Sun," interrupted John Anderson lethargically.

	"Black Sun," said the voice on the tape. "Black Sun has been behind many of the worst mass-murders and genocides in this galaxy's history. Captured from a Black Sun security camera, here is a clip of a Black Sun attack team." 
	
	The clip started, panning across a large field. A group of nomadic tribespeople sat around a fire. Suddenly, a squadron of dropships, filled with soldiers flew out of the sky and surrounded the tribespeople. A sallow figure jumped out of the nearest dropship and pulled out a blaster pistol. 

	"Where is your leader?" he questioned, blurred, due to the age of the film. A large man with a bare chest and biceps large enough to lift cars by themselves, stood up and put a hand to his chest.

	The man with the gun pulled the trigger. The soldier leaped out of the ship and started massacring the inhabitants, the men, yes, but also the women and children. In seconds, the ground was flowing with the crimson blood of the innocent, and the sky was filled with retreating spacecraft. 

	John broke down. The projector shut down, and it left John to weep in the darkness.

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	The commander walked down the hallway to the cell holding Prisoner 91814.

	"John, have you come to a decision?" 

	Glaring icily through blurred eyes, he said one simple word that would change the fate of the galaxy forever.

	"Yes."

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