: There was this man, a security officer, sitting in
: the bar of a starship. He didn't remember how he had got
: there, his arrival was too many drinks back.
: He sat there, just starring in his half filled glass,
: when the waitress tapped him on the shoulder.
: "There's a man asking your name. He sits over
: there" said the waitress and nodded towards a man
: sitting in the shadow. "He says his name is
: Blake. Robert Blake".
: "My name?" he whispers at first before abruptly
: turning 90 degrees in his bar chair, grabbing her wirst,
: twisting it brutaly around. "My name shouldn't be
: known to anyone alive today. Blake is dead, you're one
: of them aren't you?"
: The waitress, being used to the mans sudden mood swings,
: broke free and said "Hey, I'm just the messenger
: here. You talk to the man. Or you don't. Your
: choice."
: So, the man stands up, grips his cane and steadly walks
: over to the mysterious character.
: Robert Blake sits in a shadowy corner, his eyes obscured
: by the darkness cast by a large synthetic hat -
: beneath his high arched collar and trim gotaee is the
: steely glint of sleek metal.
: The man stops in front of the table. "Robert Blake
: is a name I haven't heard in 40 years time" he
: whispers as he puts the cain on the table, pointing at
: the figure in the shadows. "Now, you tell me
: where got that name from."
: A slight movement in the shadows tells the man that the
: figure has picked up something with his left hand.
: With a clink, Blake places the gold badge from a Security
: Officer on the cold table. "Wounder where?"
: Blake echoed.
: The badge was old and battered, the text on it was almost
: unreadable as if someone had traced it with their
: fingers, while reading it over and over again. The old
: security officer picked it up and turned it over in
: his hand. He stood silently while staring at the
: badge.
: "Sit down and we'll take a walk through memory lane,
: you and me" said Blake. "It's time I told
: you what realy took place at Lh'owon. As you know,
: there is always more than one side to a coin. Let's
: start with Waterloo Waterpark"
: **End chapter 1**'
A trigger had been pulled, the memories flew back. The air was humid, the sound of lapping water, the silence. Then the rage.
