The Second Son

The Second Son
Nikita breathlessly looked at the corpse. An amorphous black mass, with colors that'd shift every time you looked at it. It hurt his head just to look at the thing, so he gritted his teeth, looked away, and used the tissue collector to get the sample. With a small sharp clink, the collector had extracted a rectangular chunk of the corpse's flesh. Nikita put the sample in his bag, taking a second look at the anomaly before him. For a moment, he could've sworn he saw it slightly shift into Void's visage. He disregarded it, running back to the monorail station. As he got inside the lone monorail car, he heard an alarm blare outside. Shade-I was bathed in a flashing crimson red glow and security personnel were buzzing about.

As he got back to Geo-7, he figured out what exactly caused all of the commotion. After using it to delete any surveillance logs and system logs from his little "excursion," Nikita dropped the Q-Pad to the ground and crushed it under his boot. Walking by the aerodock, he saw one of the Roundtable Council members being carted off in a stretcher, with a few major injuries dotting his body. "What the fuck happened?" Nikita asked one of the guards posted at the aerodock. "Didn't you hear? Something's popped off over in the Aurette Republic, they're putting out a recall order right now."

Nikita checked his communicator. Sure enough, there was a notification for an emergency briefing in a few hours. All he could do is look down in awe at what he saw. Attached to the message, there was a picture of what could only be described as a demon. He definitely had his work cut out for him now...