*The silence is absoloute as GT Claims the Cantina for his own and surveys the damage.*
*Well it would be if it weren't for the manical laughter of a disembodied presence.*
"Tut Tut Tut GT. It would seem victory was yours, but you have not seen the Last of myself. Not until the end times of the forum when the one known as Ragnarok will bring the end of the cantina and your glorious reign."
And with that the presence dissipated...
*Hundreds of Light Years away deep in Deadstar Space a body suddenly wakes up and looks around, clutching it's chest as the onlookers watch..*
"Lord Deadstar?"
"That Guy is One SICK Eggwhisk wielding Southerner!!!"
