Freedom Halls

Klax

Floating out of the fading brightness is a small misshapen insectoid figure whose body is uncontrollable shuttering in spasms that make a horrible chattering noise. This is the Blackguard known as Klax, who is feared across the galaxy. Klax flies above the terror filled crowd of rioters on almost beautiful iridescent insectical wings. Its multi-hinged mandibles open and out pours the dark matter of the Shadowband Nebula like unholy drool.

As a member of the Blackguard he can manipulate the same dark matter that makes up the Shadowband Nebula using his Annihilator technology.

Izeel

Floating out of the fading brightness is a menacing figure that shares an appearance of a classic grey alien mixed with a angel of Earth mythology. This is the Blackguard known as Izeel, who is feared across the galaxy. Off of his back are two massive wings made entirely of dark matter from the Shadowband Nebula. This matter is dripping constantly from his 'wings' as he advances into the station. His blank predator stare sizes up all those present. You lock eyes.

As a member of the Blackguard he can manipulate the same dark matter that makes up the Shadowband Nebula using his Annihilator technology.

Dark Star

Floating out of the fading brightness is a menacing figure that can only be the Dark Star, excommunicated Space Knight and leader of the feared Blackguard, a "law enforcement" entity that acts as judge, jury and executioner across the galaxy. His hands are wreathed in boiling dark matter that aborb all the light and heat surround him. At the very sight of Dark Star the riots begin to panic and stampede away from him. You are caught in the surge of bodies.

As a member of the Blackguard he can manipulate the same dark matter that makes up the Shadowband Nebula using his Annihilator technology.

Norn

The mask fades away in the same rainbow color mist that summoned it to reveal a frail grey-skinned woman of extremely advanced years. She is held aloft by invasive cables that bore into her back and skull. She appears to be in great pain and the expression on her face is one of regret and profound sadness. She lacks all the inherent cosmic power displayed by her facemask or that you've observed in the Grey Emissary. This creature before you is nothing more than an ancient husk nearly devoid of all life energy.

The Face of Norn

Space outside the station begins to lighten... quickly becoming so bright the viewing windows and portholes shine with blazing white radiance that blinds you if you stare for two long.

Artificial light sources flare and explode from this sockets and recesses. Speakers squeal with feedback of the radiation present at the very dawn of time.

The air around you begins to crackle and small pockets of cosmic energy begin to explode all around you. Those unlucky enough to make contact with these subspace distortions are atomized in front of your eyes.

 A rainbow hued haze spreads across the floor of the station on every level. In front of you emerging from the haze is a giant metal faceplate similar in look to the Tellax but formed from the same silvery material that makes up the body of the Argent Acrobat. no matter which way you turn the face remains in the center of your vision.

It speaks.

I AM NORN 

Carnoso Gigante

The Mysterious Hooded Figure

Across the room you sense that you are being watched. As you turn in that direction you scan the crowd for anyone that stands out to you. Initially you see nothing. These are all minimal threats to a fighter such as yourself. Just when you have almost convinced yourself it was just paranoia you spot him. All the way in the back of the crowd stands a powerful figure wearing a hood and half concealed in shadows. He is looking directly into you.

Don Dawn Double Swan

Appearing as a larger than life hologram the station's current administrator, a long necked saurian Terrordon captain named Don Dawn Double Swan attempts to quell the riots on every floor of the station.

He voice emanates from all system connected speakers.

The majority of the rioters ignore his warnings, even fighting through his projected image in places.

The Lords of Terminus

The Lords of Terminus are an anti-robot cult that believes that life in the galaxy would be infinitely better off if all robots were smashed into tiny pieces.

Ahead of you dancing manically on the top of a pillar is a lizard man covered in garishly colored robes and what appears to be jewelry made from discarded cables and ripped apart robot parts.

He points a shaking finger in your direction and screams at the top of his lungs...

Game Night 2.4

Last time the Vanguard ran into the Argent Acrobat, a cosmically powered harbinger of doom feared throughout the galaxy. After the obligatory superhero meet-up misunderstanding fight Dr. Robot used his superior intellect to fashion a device that allowed the Acrobat to communicate with the group. She then explained her purpose to warn others of the dangers of the Collaspar, including the Vanguard. It appears that their arrival in the galaxy has not gone unnoticed. This information only continued the muddy the already murky motivations given to them by the Grey Emissary. Uncertain of their desire to continue being pawns of the Emissary's plan they traveled out of Lore space, giving the Argent Acrobat time to explore hobbies for the first time in her existence. Needing to refuel the Vanguard made a stop next at the Skraag space station, a lawless nest of pirates and space scum controlled by the intergalactic organized crime figures known as the Terrordons. It didn't take long for the Space Knight, SPACEWOLF, to pick a fight with one of the Terrordon captains. A fight that was over quickly but that is spreading throughout the station into a full blown riot. In the midst of this chaos a paint splattered Argent Acrobat appears on the station and shouts a warning to Ultima Saborosa...

A cosmic warning...  

The Terror Dons

 The Terror Dons are an unruly mix of space pirates and organized crime figures that plague the outer reaches of the Lore Republic.

Known for extortionist protection services, smuggling and hijacking the Terror Dons are feared in this part of the galaxy.

Believed to be headquartered in the Scraag the Terror Don fleet is made up of all manner of heavily armed ships ruled mercilessly by a captain and serviced by a slovenly crew of hard-bitten scum.

The Scraag