The night had long since settled in. The dim lighting of the night was due to the fact the moon was new, and the stars were somewhat obscured by the rolling clouds. The light spring breeze was still chilled enough that the steam rolled off the exposed earth. A guard standing at his post around the customs warehouse and the shift was getting longer. He sighed heavily. The night was colder than what he was told it was going to be. Not to mention the fact he actually had to be outside patrolling due to new regulations by the new operations manager. He lit up a cigarette and puffed a stream of smoke into the air.

He shook his head breathing out the rest, and then rubbed his chest. Why was he guarding the warehouse" It wasn't like someone was going to come this late at night to retrieve a package. He tilted his head to the side after a few minutes. He dropped the cig, and snuffed it out with his foot. He placed his hand on his weapon. A form was emerging from the shadows " that didn't make sense!

The form was dressed completely in back, and his arms were folded behind him. And the air'seemed even colder than it should. Something caused the hair on the back of his neck to stand up on end. He shook his head as he stood his ground. "Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave, sir. The customs house is closed for the night." The warning was repeated again when the form didn't stop, or deter. Maybe he wasn't going to the customs house" There were other warehouses in the immediate area, but this guy wasn't going towards or any of them.

"Sir!" His hand gripped his weapon a little tighter. "Sir, I need to explain to you that we are closed! Please come back tomorrow morning!" It wasn't long before the form was now nose to nose with the guard. He felt so cold, death emanated off the body. There were enough supernatural beings and wizards on this planet, but this guy bothered him out more than any other force or being on the planet. There was a pause as those dark auburn eyes burned into his own. He was terrified for some reason.

"Let me explain something to you." Before anything else could be said, there was a movement that was so violent that it smashed the guard's head against the wall of the warehouse " his original position began almost 3 meters from the point that his body impacted at. There was no words from the man, but the thought that coursed through his mind "Leave no witnesses."

There was no response from the dark form. There was the sound of metal scratching metal as metalic talons began to extend from the bands beneath his sleeves. They covered his hands, extending his fingers another inch beyond. There was a brutality in his next action as he reached out, ripping open gashes within the exterior walls. There, was of course, fineses with the brutality.

The slices began to form a hole in the wall, allowing the form to step through. The warehouse was dark, as it was at night. Though, it was not long before the level of activity began to change within the confined walls. Guards and personnel began to fill the warehouse, on alert.

He sensed energies and emotions - there were mages here to guard the customs house. An interesting thought, of course, to prevent the meta-class from doing what he will do. Several guards came running around the corner to check the sound that they had heard. As they came around the corner, the form lowered himself slightly, then angled back, his left leg straight, as his arm made a quick, wide sweeping motion before him. The burst of wind was so great that the four guards were thrown backwards, some into the crates, some across the warehouse depending on the angle.

He resumed his normal posture and began looking for his equipment. Thanks to the information garnered from Katerrina's pet, he had a general idea of where it would be. The next set of guards were not so fortunate, as he approached them. One he ripped apart at his torso, the other spent the last few seconds of life sputtering air through his neck.

The first mage encountered threw some form of agressive magic at him, only to find it caught and trapped within the talloned fingers. The mage found that his air content was being vacuumed off directly out of his lungs. It wasn't long before he found the equipment. An extraction would be good. Finish off the others.

Travanix moved through the cargo area quietly, there were still many shouts and storming of guards into the area. Someone was shouting orders, obviously the ranking officer. He was on a landing near the upper rails. He would not be there long. The darkness at the command of Travanix reached out with cold fingers, and ripped the man from his position, bringing him closer to the dark warrior.

"How pathetic your stratagy is." He took hold of the man's throat, and pushed him to his knees. The darkness still holding to the man's neck as he tried to rattle off something - the warrior didn't care really. He placed his hand upon the top of his head, closing his eyes. He was searching for memories, information from this commander.

It was unfortunate that such a search ripped the man's mind apart as the required information was found. He opened his eyes, throwing the form to the ground, no longer needing the drooling fool. The man's eyes rolled upwards, as few sounds escaped his lips. Death would be a waste at this point.

He moved towards one side of the building, placing his hand towards it. His fingers expanded, and he smirked. The side of the building exploded outwards, sending crates and hidden guards - dead and alive - out into the exposed world. The path was clear for his goods to begin moving out.

He "heard" the statement from his apprentice, his own senses revealing that they had infact killed off the remainder of the life in the building. He stepped through the wounded wall, turning to face it. The Force coursed through his veins like blood as he reached out his hand. His eyes turned to a glowing blood red just prior to the building and ground begin to shake. The metalic struts of the building began to squeek loudly.

His hand remained steady, as one end of the building collapssed on itself, the metal struts giving way completely, crashing to the ground. The middle and the end began to fall under the weight, crashing loudly to the ground. The metal bowing to the master that commanded it.

It took a moment before the dust settled, and the silence to once again take over the night. But it would not rest for long. The ground rumbled again, as the building began to be pressed under it. As it started rumbling under, the hand that was extended slowly lowered. At the satisfied depth, the dark form turned, his arms folding behind him once more. He began to walk away, the air being filled with alerts and sirens.