Talk:130th InterNaval Fleet/@comment-27820070-20140107000253

-in the worlds most secret area!,in space-

Masked man:*sigh* we did not get Darksire. Now,we do something to convince them to do so,with force.

-An Order soldier drags a person into view of a camera-

Masked man:*turns on camera* you have 1 hour,before this so called Nyx...

-The Order soldier takes off a bag that reveals Nyx-

Masked man:...person gets tortured to death. now,I request Darksire. hand him over to the fleet of battleships heading over to you,or he/she dies (I still don't know). tie him up,take off his Prosentic arm,or this NYX,DIES!

-The Order soldier suddenly slashes at Nyx-

masked man:Hurry up,the clocks ticking....

-Transmission ended-