Talk:HYDRAXIS Navy/@comment-32153758-20140811172337

In a hidden dock at HYDRAXIS, Darksire surveys a newly made ship with his soldiers.

"We introduce to you, the Delusion D-40. It is a ship with about 4.2km to 4.5km altitude, 160 to 170 204cm guns, 52 MCMs, and a giant claw to pick up ships and crush them. It is controlled by a edited version of your autopilot, being able to take orders. We invite you to give it your first order." The scientist moves out of the way for Darksire to look at the ship.

"Show your capabilities." Darksire tells it. At once, the eyes of the Delusion D-40 glow, and the mouth opens. It lets out a metallic roar, then suddenly warps away.

"You fools! Where the heck did it go!?" Darksire grabs the scientist. "I don't know, ai don't know!" the scientist shouts. A blade pops out of Darksire's prosethic hand, and pierces the scientist's throat. He throws the body away. "I want that ship found, now! We cannot have it get into the wrong hands...or cause unnecessary damage."