*1:23 AM in morning. The large Psychotech frieghter floated through the fog and into Venway Harbor. It came to the dock, and was securely tied, and the plank was lowered on the captain's command. A group of men appeard from the shadows as a number of large vans appear. The crew and the men work together, unloading boxes and crates from the ship and putting them in the van. As the vans become full, they drive off, each going in a different direction.
As this continued for the next three hours, from the nearby spotting tower, watched Tyler Von'truRuin. Many where calling him the next Anarch Overlord. He watched as his men, most of them recently embraced, loaded up the weapons he'd order from Mr. Kuro. And as he watched, he thought.
Cypress had said the Hierarchy was dead, no longer a threat. How could that be? Surely the large number of Mutiny Alliance members that had joined NeoJustice proved that Cypress was in the minority with his thought on the subjecy. But all the stories he'd heard of Cypress Dreadslay, how the man could never really die, how he was never wrong. That was the reason he had yet to claim in the title of Anarch Overlord. He had far too much respect for Cypress, and while he modeled himself after the man, he was unsure he could ever be him, lead like him. Also the fact that the vampire who held enough power to be Anarch Overlord, and he was not about to risk eternity by stepping on Cypress's toes if he still considered the title his own.
Maybe Cypress was right. Maybe Styx was no threat. Maybe the Hierarchy was dead. Maybe not. As he stood there, on that lone tower, the cold wing blowing in from the harbor, he thought. Maybe Cypress was right, maybe he was wrong, but either way, he and NeoJustice would continue to bear the torch, incase something horrible happened. Incase the great anarch was wrong, or the hierarchy rebuilt itself, they would be there.
As the last van drove away, and the ship, Tyler looked out to the city again. It was his, or at least some of it was. Enough of it was. And with that last thought, he moved down off the tower. He was hungry, it was time to go feeding.*
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