A merciless rain swept the streets of the World That Never Was. Anyone who dared traverse more than an inch from their doors would have been instantly drenched. Nobodies from various Organizations and Heartless scrounging around for a weak heart to steal darted back and forth in the empty courtyard in front of one of the most prominent features of the world, Memory's Skyscraper.

A solitary figure cloaked in shadow stood across the way from this puzzling landmark, its yellow eyes darting amongst the various figures moving in and out of view. A crooked smile remained hidden by a purple scarf, the figure wearing both unaware what the smile's purpose was. Finally, when the coast was clear, the figure made a mad sprint towards the front door of the Skyscraper.

Inside dwelled a band of six Nobodies, each with an assortment of weapons and powers to scare the pants off of even the most skilled of Keyblade Warriors. Diverse in temperament and battle style, each Nobody brought something special to the table, no matter what lay before them.

The newest accomplice to the group, a lad named Sluxio, was a warrior of the winds with an attitude as free and unrestrained as the breezes he commanded. Using his powers, he has mastered the art of multiple-swordplay. No one can get hear him when all six of his scimitars are out in the breeze.

A rival pirate but one hard-geared by a strict business upbringing, Scarnfix is more apt to slice you in half with his twin cutlasses than strike up a conversation. He was trained in the finer points of infiltration before he became a Nobody and can hide his emotions in a chest of stone-cold seriousness.

Another Port Royal resident is the female of the group, Rynexethak. She's a girl of a true piratical nature, finding solace in her three pasttimes: cards, drinking, and her "business". Her card skills are the more prominent now that she is a Nobody, being able to channel her opponent's memories and abilities into cards.

Fexyregof is one of the few Nobodies who can openly chastise Rynexethak fullheartedly (figuratively speaking) after having woman problems of his own in the past. A hard worker and a bit of a perfectionist, he prides himself on the work he can do in forging documents of any nature, whether they be for identification, misinformation, or anything else he desires or needs. His pen-knife serves him well in this point as well as his fighting.

The veteran battler of the group is the ever-angry Kespix Merxahm. He's the oldest of the six and the most lethal; you look at him wrong, and he'll slit your throat a second later with his Roman scissor. Originally a gladiator of Rome, Kespix has managed to surviv all this time with his power over life force. He's not skilled with this power even yet, but he doesn't need to be to pose an intimidating figure.

Their leader was a wizard of a high degree, despite his young age of eighteen. A master of Twilight energy spells, Keyblade swordplay, and the secret arts of Espionage, few can stand against him successfully. His name is Machelix Mexilhann.

Sitting at the computer in the rain-assaulted Skyscraper, Machelix worked feverishly to finish his latest project, the commencement of a new chapter in their small group's non-existence: the Espionage Entourage. The purpose of this gathering would be to train up-and-coming or even veteran Nobodies to their full potential.

The figure made its way towards Machelix, its footsteps not making a sound in the carpeted Skyscraper lobby. Machelix turned towards it nonetheles, saying, "What have you to report, Captain?"

'The information you requested is here, me liege,' it replied, handing Machelix a small stack of papers.

Machelix read them over, a smile appearing on his face. "With this information, it's almost finished." He turned once again to the computer, papers in view as he typed two more sentences:

"Positions will be open to anyone willing to honor the code and be able to prove themselves worthy.

"So, feeling up to the challenge?"