The bunker was built underground, its rooms and corridors made of arching sliver encrusted titanium. Bolts bigger than a man's head connected each metal wall to the next. Army men wearing an odd, steampunk uniform ( picture is above title except theirs is  green) walked past, fixed and polished the metal interior. Soon the two men, once shadows now appear to be average Martians, entered the meeting hall. This room was larger than the rest, it nearly seemed out of place with all of its pipe work and computers. The room was in the form of a large circle, pipes came from four directions and met in the middle to form a throne like chair. A tall man sat in the chair, he wore a grey version of the steampunk uniform, his eyes glared with the darkest of reds. His short, raven black hair was sliver at the tips. His boney face held tightly to three scars that cut across his face, scars made by a sword who's owner got to close. In his hands lay a sword that laid across his lap, on the sword was a carving of a wolf's head and some ancient engravings that said the night's ture form. The man now spoke, his voice deeper than an ocean " Frist you break the laws of Bunker Fanelia then YOU STEAL MY CHILD! Men like you have no right to even breathe the same air as the dead!"
He stood up and griped his sword hard enough to pop his fingers out of place. The two Martians trembled with fear as one of them spoke. "P... Please sir... you must unders...stand! The... The ancient ritual you wish to... to do is dangerous and .... And cruel... you can't let your daughter suffer like that can you?"
The man looked down at the floor and took a deep breath, "She'll suffer as much as the rest of her family has, and like all of us she'll grow use to the pain and learn how to control herself. I'm passing on what my blood has pasted to me."
He sat down again and looked at them, waiting for a response, when he didn't receive one he called out to his men " take these two away, give 'Em medical duty. Make sure they never leave your sight."
The two men were pushed out of the meeting hall and into Medical Bay 3. The captain of the soldiers walked up to his General, knelt down, and handed him the infant. He cradled her in his arms and spoke softly for this was the frist time she had opened her eyes. "Your name is Shadow DeLonte Fanelia. I'm your father BayaDane Kalen Fanelia." He held her up in the air and yelled to his soldiers "Your new sister is finally home! Welcome Shadow DeLonta Fanelia the next General to rule!"
The soldiers roared and cheered. They celebrated all night long to the new arrival.