Second Epilogue
Coming of the Twilight
 

 Somewhere in the Ross 128 System.
 A boot crashed down into the dirt. The man had a large, dark cloak on. A Cybernetic hand was clenched in a fist at his side. The man stepped out across the desert. He looked over at the Dragon fighter, sitting, in the dirt. It was covered by dust now; it hadn’t been touched in over thirty years. A Shivan’s skeleton rested on a tarmac in the middle of the ground. The man in the cloak laughed slowly. Two Shivans flanked the man.
 “Over here.” One of the Shivans said. The man in the cloak turned slowly, and for a moment half his face became visible, he seemed familiar. Then he was covered by darkness again.
 “Yes.” The man said slowly, his voice rasping. “The wreckage of Too’aki’nar.” Its charred hull was half covered by dust and sand. The man with the cloak climbed through the wreckage. “It must be here.” The Shivans picked up pieces of wreckage in their giant claws and tossed the pieces of metal out of the way.
 “Leader.” One of the Shivans yelled. The man with the cloak turned sharply. “Over here.” The man with the cloak stepped over rubble, and clambered down into a deep crater. But he knew that the Shivan had found what he was after.
 “Yes.” He said slowly. “You will be rewarded handsomely.” The man with the cloak said. The Shivan stepped out of the way and allowed the Terran in. “The Blade of the Twilight is mine.” The man with the cloak reached out and took the hilt of the sword. He pulled it from the wreckage, its black blade shone beautifully in the twilight of the sun. “And now, Leader for the Shivans.” The man said smiling. “You will meet the Devil!” A red beam shot from the Man’s eye, and glinted of the sword. He let out a furious laugh.