Markus travelled across Alexandria, silently pondering his new "mission". He was never one to follow orders, but the demand of the fallen Shokon  had intregued him. Another KAtar lives, all the effort into destroying the clan he had been born to was his greatest accomplishment, now all that effort was  lost in finding his lost relative.  His docking thrusters fired loudly, had Jase still been alive he would have to complain about the lack of sound proofing in his ship.
The Abandoned Nomad Baseship was  dark and gloomy, life had long fled this ship , even before the Dom kovash and SHokon fought for controll of  space time. As the transport  lurched to a stop the airlock cycled, Markus stands in the door as the large bulkhead moves, several shadowed figures step into the light.
"Welcome home Master" the familiar voice says,  Markus flashes his evil smile.  they escort him toward a great balcony overlooking  a large cargo bay. Hundreds of soliders stand and snap to attention and all shout "SIR"
Markus smiles widely, the war to end it all could begin. but where to begin.....

The clone army had been rebuilt, but the shadows lurking about are in search of something more.....