Dark clouds gather (open)

[kozeph]

It was a stormy night, heavy rain fell on the big apple a lone cargo boat was heading to the docks. The waters raged against the docks and the large boat. Few people where outside this night most would be inside in a warm and dry place a safe place...

about an hour passed and the storm subsided but the menacing clouds remained and a light rain showered the docks as the ship landed. It was about ten, seven men jumped down as the plank hit the wet ground of the docks, seven ghouls of the Sabbat scurried into the dark. 4 of the ghouls took positions overlooking the ship while three others darted into the night looking for the trucks that where waiting for them.

A lone figure appeared his heavy steps drowned the noise of the light rain, Bryant or reverend Quin as he liked to be called got off from the boat. dressed for war in his battle suite, an Armour made from a riot suit with several personal modifications.
five cainites behind him, his children and companions. All armed to the teeth with AK-47 beneath their rain coats, they confidently took the positions of the ghouls that where guarding the ship and the ghouls went back to the ship to retrieve the cargo. The weapons for the war, most of the equipment was from Russia during the cold war, AK's, shotguns, grenades and pistols enough to arm forty hands.

Reverend Quin looked at the empty docks, his stone face unflinching and for no is third eye close, he was aware that the docks where under Camarilla control and the Giovanni, and the priest didn't want to reveal his lineage yet to his enemies. He and his pack we're ready for battle should the eyes that where no doubt watching decided to strike.

after a few minutes two trucks arrived and the ghouls got off and started to load the crates into the truck. At this point one of Bryant companions stood next to him, it was Richard the second oldest in the pack still a neonate of sixty years that had been part of the reverend original pack a Pander who always dressed in a cross between a hippy and a soldier, he began talking to the quiet priest '' Reverend everything is moving smoothly we should be done in about 15 minutes'' Quin just placed his hand on his companion shoulder without taking his eyes of the shadows ''good'' he said in his thick Irish accent and gruff voice.

[The Saint]

Nosferatu's were not so bad after all. Especially if they dressed in fine clothing and wore a mask, then he could tolerate them. A Sabbat official was on his way into the docks, and the route Levi was taking was a surefire way to avoid Camarilla contact of any kind. Levi decided not to rely on his pack to watch his back. His pack was weak and barely deserved noting. No, he decided to rely on those who had died in his service.

The spectre's of people who had died in combat with Levi lined the path and hushed him along. He trusted these ghosts more than he trusted anyone else. Of course, only he could see or hear them, and for some reason no one with any connections to the dead could see them, but they protected him and he knew it. No one would tell him different.

As he came closer to the docks, he shut off his motorcycle and parked it behind an old building. He then took his leather coat and wrapped it tightly around his figure. He walked slowly up to the boat where he saw a bunch of ghouls running around. Up top he saw another figure. "A little conspicuous." He whispered as he lowered his head, pushed his hands in his coat and pressed on towards the man.

[kozeph]

At this point a figure appeared into the scene, Quin's packmates drew their AK's and aimed at the stranger. while the priest simply looked on quietly with his stone face, he began sensing the man aura.. a kindred for sure... perhaps a member of malkavian bloodline or a tzimice.

The sabbat priest knew a malkavian pack was active in the New York area, perhaps this was one of them or a camarilla assassin a really clever one or a suicidal one. Bryant raised his arm stopping his packmates from firing on the intruder. He walked toward the kindred, heavy steps that splashed in the little puddles of water. He stopped about ten feet from the vampire ''Who are you and what do you want lad?'' the Irish vampire said drawing casually the great sword strapped in his back ''Who do you serve?'' he asked with no emotion in his voice.

[The Saint]

Levi pushed his hair back and looked up at the figure. He watched as the armed ghouls pointed weapons at him. Pointless. He thought. Levi then moved both hands up and touched all of his fingertips together in front of him. Two voices then rang out in the silence. His mouth was shut, yet there was a monstrous sound to these voices. Perfectly synced together in a sort of musical harmony.

"The Figure you see before you, is the Kindred known as the War Phantom. A Sabbat loyalist when it fits him and leader of the Malkavian Antitribu in this area. Who are you?" The Bestial voice rang out. Levi looked up at him with a wicked smile. The mouths hidden on his palms shut and he placed his hands in his pockets waiting for a response from the Kindred.

[kozeph]

The vampire started playing with his hands, The reverend spotted what it looked to be two mouths in them... A Vicissitude user then sounds started coming out of his hands. ''War phantom'' was the malkavian he was sent to assiste in the coming war.

The Salubri kindred made a gesture to his ghouls and his packmates to get back to work. Then drew back his great sword back to its sheet. ''Reverend Quin of the Sabbat, child of Saulot member of the Salubri clan'' The priest said giving a slight head nod, when is head went back up Bryant third eye was fully open. ''Ive been sent by the leaders of the sabbat to aid you in your campaing against the prince of this region''

[The Saint]

Levi smiled looking up. "There are no plans as of ye to take over the city. We are simply biding our time and mucking over the order of the prince." Levi stated plainly. "I may be crazy but I am not suicidal." Levi then reacted as if he had been tapped on the shoulder. He turned around and began talking in low whispers. The way he was standing and the way he was positioned would indicate that he was talking to a large circle of people, yet he was alone.

Levi immediately turned around and looked at the Salubri. "We must go. Immediately. Tell your men to put away their weapons and get out of here. Tell them to meet you in Albany tomorrow night. As for you, you will come with me. Right away." Levi turned around briskly. He didn't wait for the man who might have been his superior to agree. He just demanded and if the man did not want to come, he would be dealt with by the Camarilla.

[kozeph]

The malkavian said there where no plans as of yet for war, it made the priest sulk a little even if he didn't show it. When he was about to respond what their next move would be, the phantom turned around like if he was poked from behind and looked like he was talking to someone or a group of people, an illusion no doubt from the Malkvian cobweb.

They had been given away by kine or by the Nosferatu, Quin wasnt sure but he understood the urgency of the malkavian request. They couldn't afford to bring more attention to themselves, the reverend turned around and faced his second in command the Pander named Richard ''Get everyone out now... We've been compromise, go to Albany and look for the malkavian's pack there they will give you... safe heaven for a while he said in perfect calm has he ordered his companion, who gave him a mock of a military salute, while the Salubri handed him his claymore, then the pander scurried back to the two trucks with the rest of the pack and ghouls who had finished loading the last crate.

The salubri with is third eye now closed walked back again to the malkavian ''Done. what now?'' he coldly asked the phantom without blinking

[The Saint]

Levi kept walking and when the Priest asked him what now he looked back and simply responded. "Your troops will provide the distraction. They may or may not make it." He said bluntly. Police sirens started ringing in the distance. He lead the Priest around the back of the building where his motorcycle was. Levi was about to get on it when a group of cops came running from one side with guns pointed at them.

"FREEZE!" They screamed. Levi smiled and looked at them and began an eerie cackle. A laugh that started slow but more more maddening and high pitched as it continued. The cops began trembling immediately and as his laugh got louder and faster the police trembled more and more till finally at it's peak they dropped their guns and started running away from fast. "That group was meant for us. They'll keep running till they are exhausted and can't run anymore. By the way the name is Levi Cross. War Phantom is just a name I use in public." He said, pushing his hair back out of his eyes.

[kozeph]

The Salubri simply fallowed the malkavian ''They know that'' he answered sternly at the phantom remark, his pack knew death was at every corner and they would gladly embrace it as they would embrace a kine to the sabbat.

The tall dark figure that was Bryant quietly walked not particularly caring for the sounds of the sirens. In a small back alley where a motorcycle was park a small group of police man appeared and asked them to stop. The Salubri sabbat was about to scare them off with his abilities but the malkavian was a step ahead and drove them off.

''Lavi Cross it is then'' he hoop in the bike and waited for Lavi to start the vehicle on. ''You may call me Bryant for now he said casually not particularly caring

[The Saint]

Levi hopped on his bike and started it up a loud roar. He pulled out his pistol and was ready to shoot. He then revved his cycle and took off. As soon as Levi took off he seemed to be taking a route that had no signs of life. Levi also seemed to be looking off away from the road before he would make certain turns. Off toward the top of a building, in his rear view mirror, in an empty doorway.

Finally Levi made it into an open stretch of road leading straight out of the city. "Well.. Final stretch. The only thing that could possibly stop us here is a Brujah who happens to know what me and my bike look like. But nobody else can identify me or you as Sabbat." The Malkavian stated. Levi had a bad habit of prophecy at the worst of moments.

[kozeph]

The engine roar, the feeling that the bike gave... It was a bit nostalgic once during the war he had been a passenger in one this bikes, it was a bitter memory of a bitter time. The sabbat priest shrugged the memory away and looked passively at the streets, the cold wind, the light rain and the dim lights made for a beautiful scenery for Bryant.

Eventually they where in a open road with only a few cars in the highway, the malkavian started to talk, the Sabbat where still somewhat unknown to the Camarilla. Good the Salubri thought he could scout and see the strenghts and weaknesess the city had, so he could exploit them.

[Serpentis]

There was a vague sound like gravel being stirred by a sudden wind, and then suddenly the bike exploded throwing everyone around it clear in a giant fireball. Dust scattered around the area, kicking up a cloud that shrouded the attacker. Through the cloud a dark silhouette could be seen, a lithe figure wearing baggy robes, with Buddhist prayer beads held in his hands. He wore an expressionless look on his face. He was neutral, not angry, not passive, just plain like a brick wall. Then just as soon as he was seen, he was gone, appearing over them. He stared down at them, his mouth barely moving as he said

"The Prince sends his regards"

He twisted his hands and assumed a classic mantis style shaolin kung fu stance. He narrowed his eyes

"Did you really think that the Nosferatu would not tell the Prince of your arrival?" He said neutrally

"Did you really think that we would not exterminate you like the rats you are, trying to get a hold on our city?"

The moon shown overhead, glaring down like one of the monk's seemingly all seeing eyes.

"The Prince is your God here, and he demands your allegiance or your lives in tribute. The Camarilla is absolute"

[Kiala]

A shadow moved from building to building with speed and grace beyond that of the mortal coil. Ziva had received word from her network of spies that there was Sabbat at the docks. She was always looking for new clients. She didn’t care Camarilla or Sabbat. All she cared about was getting her blood. She was shrouded head to toe in black cloth, the only weapon she had was a dagger none had ever seen unless she meant to kill them.

She was nearly to the docks when she saw a rather large explosion. She heads that way thinking that possibly the sabbat may be involved. What she see's is the sheriff attacking two kindred. One with a third eye, a salubri. How interesting. She moved close enough to heard the sheriffs little rant. The prince eh. She had helped the prince in his rise to power and now he treated her like no more than a servant. She did not like Julian anymore. Often now she regretted helping him rise to power.

Shrouding herself in an armor made of shadows she moved as quickly as she could. She had fed already that night…draining some kine in a back alley. Then slit the throat to cover the neck to cover the fact she had fed from him. Sheriff would never expect an attack such as this. Four tentacles made of shadow struck him at once, “Greetings from the lasombra, Camarilla Dog”, she stated making her voice much hoarser. Ropes of shadow sprung up and spun themselves around the monk, binding him in place. There was no indication as to who she was, only her eye's visible.

[Raylexing]

Amar was in the back of this girl's car. It was an old Honda Civic, beat down, with no AC, and manual drive. Amar couldn't understand how anyone in New York City could drive a car with such crowded streets, but he wasn't going to complain now, as cars can serve more than one purpose. He was in the backseat feeding off this girl's neck, feeling restored as he regained fresh blood. His fun would be interrupted by an explosion, though, one that was close enough to shake the car. Amar figured it would be better if the girl wasn't awake to see whatever had caused it, and if it turned out not to be a problem, then oh well. He drained enough of her blood that she fell unconscious, and then Amar wiped his mouth of with the back of his hand as he stepped out of the car.

He emerged from out of the ditch near the highway that he had sneakily parked the car and took a look at what was there. There was a smoldering remain of some mechanical device, along with a number of figures. One wore robes, looking to be some kind of monk, the others had nothing notable about them in the few moments he had taken to scan the scene. Then suddenly a black shadowy figure took hold of the monk; Amar knew that this was a kindred using obtenebration. He took out his concealed handgun, used quietus to silence the area around him so no one would hear him cock the barrel of his Webley (he knew this wasn't necessary, but it made him feel like a bamf) or brush against the brush, and was prepared to shoot should any take notice of Amar. Until then he hid behind the brush of the highway ferns and waited to see what would happen.

[kozeph]

Something felt wrong to the priest, especially after he was flying a few feet in the air with an inferno raging below him. He lost track of malkavian by the time he hit the floor, he tumbled and roll a few feet before standing up, no severe damage his Armour soaked up most of the damage and his resistant skin and bones did also fine. He only got a few scratches and bruises, and a little part of his pants had burned out.

He stood up looking at the smoke from motorcycle looking for the Levi, at this point a figure appeared from the smoke, a little Asian monk what it seemed, he looked like a fearsome and old vampire, Bryant knew he was no match for that one. The monk started to talk, so he was part of the Camarilla.. The had strong members in this city, to many it would seem. the Salubri dusted off and opened his third eye looking straight at the Vampire.

''Bryant Lorrin Kasey Quin, child of Saulot.. A fallen warrior of Samiel and a savior to my clan... Priest of the sabbat and I will not bow to the one that consorts with the foul Tremere He said in his thick Irish accent and his cold cold voice. The Salubri drew the Uzi that he carried and aimed at the kindred a few feet from him, at this point tendrils came from the shadows and surrounded the monk and a female voice mocked the Camarilla kindred, this surprised the sabbat priest but his moral didn't wavered.. he began sensing with is powers his new ''ally'' he found a assamite nearby but he doubted it was his mysterious friend. He looked straight at the monk without blinking