No, defalcon, you're very definitely in.
Zazz, I really don't know. We'll have to see.

Defalcon Phoenix was in a bit of trouble.
Breathing heavily but still prepared to fight, he held his sword ready and eyed his opponents irritably.
There were four of them, armored and relatively fresh. Although Defalcon was well armed and skillful with his chosen weapons, he tired quickly. They seemed to be counting on this.
One was a dead-eyed, expressionless rabbit with two long knives and light armor; he was agile and acrobatic, bouncing in under Defalcon's guard and somehow avoiding his blade. Despite that he had not yet touched Defalcon with his knives.
The second was a lite, sleek lizard, white as snow and with the same dead eyes. This one bore a double-pointed javelin, and had avoided Nightwind by slinking and slipping under, above and around every slash. His tough hide was his armor, but not so tough that Nightwind couldn't slice him open, if he stood still for a moment.
The last two were lumbering turtles, neither as agile not as intelligent as their companions. Both bled from from numerous slashes inflicted by Defalcon. He took solace in the knowledge that he hadn't even activated his blades yet.
Badly one sided, he was afraid.
In his favor.
He slid his second sword out of the sheath with a rasping screech. The rabbit and the lizard gathered themselves to attack once more. Taking a deep breath, he activated both Nightwind and Nightfire.
Both blades burst into cold blue flame, halting both of his assailants for a moment. With a grimly satistfied smile, Defalcon attacked instead.
When he was finished, he was also alone.
Sliding his swords home, he nodded coolly to his slain opponents. "You needed a bit more work on that guard," he told them. "Too bad you chose to practice on me."
He turned and strode away, kicking a dagger out of his path. It rand softly as it struck against the side of a building.
Defalcon glanced up at the dying sun, which stained Medivo's ruins, already red, a deep crimson. A slight mist had risen, swirling around the ankles of his black boots. Less than a year, and nature had already taken over.
He strode over the stone-paved ground, feet crunching on withered ivy, Nightwind being used occasionally to bat a vine out of the way.
His surroundings were making Defalcon nervous. He'd seen what it had done to those dead-eyed attackers - it was like they had lost their minds or been reduced to something less than before.
One the other side of the ruins Defalcon found what he was looking for. An old skimmer lay, half buried in vines, propped up by a few blocks of stone. It was rusting and outdated, but Defalcon was confident he could fly it.

The sun had set by the time he finally righted the vehicle. He noted that the powerpak was half full and wondered how far he was from civilization. He turned it around and then switched it on.
The old speeder roared to life, humming with power. Defalcon tensed -
- as it promptly quit.
He sighed and slumped against the rusting speeder. The half-darkness would have been difficult to penetrate had he not possessed exceptional night vision.
Therefore he saw what many might have missed or dismissed.
Something glittered in the shadows - not like metal, but like water. There was one problem with this conclusion - the thing was shrouded in complete darkness. No moonlight touched the spot.
Curious, Defalcon rose to investigate.
Between two pillars hung a glittering spiderweb of light. It made him think of an ancient portal he had seen before, one that could have its' destination changed.
Cautious now, he lobbed a stone into it. It did not come out the other side.
No cloud of darkness descended to devour him; no crawling thing from the Abyss attacked. He warily stepped through -
- to find himself in the War Tavern, surrounded by veterans of war and ace pilots, all trading stories of their exploits over drinks.
"What?"
He glanced back; there was solid wall.
"Weird. Whatever."
He strode over to the portal to Shador, a planet with a dying sun and perpetual gloom. But before he could enter, he was stopped by a familiar voice.
"Defalcon?"