Wolvinator entered the estate, and began approaching the Forman that was holding a clipboard. The construction workers had finally finished the work they were sent out to do on the Estate and home. The workers were cleaning up their tools and ensuring the grounds looked pristine for the new owner.

?How we lookin? Jack?? Wolvinator asked, shaking the mans hand at the end of the approach.

?Oi?right there Mista Wulvinatah.? He replied in a heavy British accent.
?We got-cha awl dun ?ere.?

?Excellent?? Reaching for the clipboard, Wolvie glanced it over.
?Looks as though everything is done, and in order here.? Reaching his hand out, the Forman named Jack handed him a pen. Checking the paper work one last time, the Admiral signed his name on the bottom part of the document, and handed back everything to Jack. As he took it back, he ripped the front part of the paper, and handed it back to Wolvie, keeping a yellow copy for himself. Whistling to his crew, he threw a hand in the air.

?Oi?right, let?s go boys!? And in one motion, they all began leaving the property, as Jack looked back to Wolvinator once more.

?Plezzah werkin? fo ya gov!?

?And thank you for everything.?

Wolvie watched the men walk off, and outside of the gate as he closed it behind him. Giving them a subtle wave, he turned around and made way for the main house. He flicked back his robe, to reveal his communications badge on his upper left chest. Pressing the device, it made a slight chirping sound and he spoke into it.

?Wolvinator to Xavier.?

?Yes, go ahead Admiral.? The familiar voice of Wolvinator?s first officer replied to him.

?Begin transport of the engineering team.? With those orders spoken allowed, a few individuals energized before him, with streaks of blue crystal like energy shimmering as they appeared. The Admiral continued to approach them and looked them over carefully as he did so.

?Setup the holographic projectors, and begin installation of the technological equipment. I don?t want anyone seeing what goes in, or out, of here.? Two of the men nodded, and replied with words of acknowledgement. Wolvie looked to a third officer, and questioned him briefly.

?Two days, correct Lieutenant??

?That is correct sir.?

?Alright then, let?s get to it.? With a nod, he quickly walked passed Wolvinator. His blue eyes watched the man walked past, and looked over his shoulder to see the holographic projectors being put up. In two days time? the Estate would finally be complete.

The doors slid open with a very slight whooshing sound. The lights were very dim, and the light source from the passageway brightened up the room through the doorway. A shadow stood there for a moment, and made it?s way inside. The doors closed behind the man, sealing off any exterior light. He walked through the empty area that seemed to resemble a shrine. A mantle of candles flickered gently while he approached, pausing in front of them. In the middle, and in an amber light, rested a sword. It was held up by a display holder, and was sheathed in a black housing. The handle resembled a white ivory, and had a cloth material intertwined around it. Carved into the handle was a dragon, with a few other symbols as well.

The weapon was of Japanese in nature, A Katana that had been forged from some of the finest metals and by one of the finest weapon smiths. The man reached out for it now. His palms were facing up, and were kept equidistant from one another. His hand went in, quite respectfully, and cupped the weapon by only by the sheath. One hand was just before the hilt, and the other towards the scabbard?s end. The candle?s danced as the air current around them was slightly disrupted. He picked up the Katana with great care, hovering it over the flames before pulling it in closer to him.

A Mighty blade -...- against which all... even one as great as you... will fall.

Those words danced into his head, as he took control of it. He wasn?t the first person who?d heard that, and in fact? in many ways? he was following the path of another, as he did many times before. As much as he tried to separate himself from the one before him, the fates forced him to follow such a path.

A chime sounded?

And a voice spoke through?

?Admiral, just giving you an update. The engineering team reports that they are eighty-five percent done with the installations, and the facility will be fully installed in the morning tomorrow.?

With the swiftness of a Samurai the blade spun in his hands, it twirled before him until the hilt was facing upwards, before he stealthy pulled it into the left side of his frame. Holding it now, with his left hand, he reached the opposite appendage up and tapped a communicator badge.

?Understood Number one, I will be returning to the surface shortly.? His voice was quite low, and deep. He seemed to have that demeanor about him at times, very solemn, very concentrated, the true posture of a warrior. Spinning on his back heel, he made an immediate turn to head out of the door.

The Muramasa blade was in his possession.

How it came into his possession?

That was a tale for another time.