Dark was calmly drinking his caff in the cruise's mess hall. Suddenly Runner, the ship's medic ran in and up to Dark in a panic. 

"Quick! Run hide! Pray! THE END IS HERE!" He says frantically. 

"Whoa. What's happening?" dark asks a bit annoyed and concerned. Runner was the calmest person Dark knew. Why was he so scared.

"Okay. You know how we got those group of people to help around on the ship?" He asks and Dark nods. "Well. Two of them are twin sisters. One is a chemist and the other makes weapons."

"So?" Asks Dark. "The joined forces with Saber and Rocket..." He says.

Dark quickly did the math. Chemist+Weapons maker+hyperactice demolitionists=..... Dark didn't bother to finish the math. He simply got up and walked into his room and bolted the door shut.