The four mercenaries stood around the holo-board. The calm looks over their faces wouldn't reveal the immense stress they were under mere moments ago. It turns out it is very hard to break out a life sentenced victim from a max security prison buried on an asteroid. "He should be here soon" Faasha stated calmly. The man he was talking about was the man who had hired theses three to break out a fourth from a prison, the man who had hired these two to find an ingenious twelve year old fur ball with a robot, the man who had hired a soulless hunter to track down a 7 foot turtle warrior. The man that was offering 100,000,000♦ for an undisclosed job. The circular board flickered in front of them. The slow hum increased in pace rapidly before a flickering light jolted up out of the board and created an image floating above. The hooded man spoke. "Good, you are all hear." He muttered softly, his voice crackling through the old tech in this titan cruiser. "I first made contact with Faasha at his home colony. I want to say he was full of energy and excited to do this job for me, but he wasn't. He was lifeless, soulless. Death was scarring his mind. He was the perfect man for the job." All heads turned to Faasha, all wondering why they were here. "I scouted you three and ordered Faasha to find you. It appears he has finished his first job." The hooded figure looked around him, as if checking his surroundings. His eyes were fogged over however, not making eye contact with anything in particular in the bridge. He must have been searching the room he was actually in, the room he was broadcasting from. Turning back to the holo-corder he started once more. "I presume Faasha has told you of the money I am willing to give for this mission to be completed" The men nodded in unison, the robot beeped. "I will send you a log reader, it will contain all your orders and all the information you must know at each point in your mission. No more, no less." The figure once again borken eye contact to turn over his shoulder, he seemed uneasy. "Do as I say and the money is yours." The figure nodded before his image flickered and the board slowly dimmed once more. On the board a small pad flickered into existence; the log reader. Faasha picked it up and read aloud. Mission orders: Order one. Run! An echoing crash bounded down the hallways as the whole ship shook. The radio transmitter blasted out a shriek of sound- "You will not leave this sub-sector alive!" Another shot hit, the cabin shook once more. "Action time, let's go!" Faasha yelled.