The First Meeting
"Bang!"
The door to the pilot's cockpit was flung away and a person stood at the entrance with his right foot raised above the ground in air.
"So, you are the person who has been taking our people down?" The man sitting on the pilot's seat spoke. He was draped in a black cloak and it's hood came down all the way to his nose covering his face as well. There was a tattoo of a skull on the man's neck.
As soon as Stark saw the tattoo, his eyes gleamed with a strange light. He seemed to have identified it.
"Did you people forget your position? It seems we have gone easy on you…." Stark spoke with a calm tone.
The man looked at Stark. He had identified the man and knew that they had hit a block here. He had even lost contact with the 11th Master and both of the Young Lord and Lordess.
He couldn't activate the explosives without their command.
Stark scanned the room and found what he was looking for.