Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-4794494-20140817202813/@comment-4794494-20141008012703

The sun had gone down completely, and the Scouting Fleet forces were tucked in for the night. Due to the size of the colony city, several dozen patrols walked the grounds after dark. A lance of Kig-Yar Bandits from STARS' faction are guarding on a sentry tower by the wall overlooking a forest completely enveloped in shadows. They've lit a small fire, and most of them are huddled around to share words.

Kig-Yar Bandit Major "Might be the last moonrise for some of us; I hear we're going home."

Kig-Yar Bandit Minor "I thought we were long-term residents of the Scouting Fleet since Boss-kig is old friends with the Fleet Master."

Kig-Yar Bandit Major "Ye, but the Sangheili have been saying that the whole fleet's going home with us."

Kig-Yar Bandit Minor 2 "We definitely have enough room for the whole fleet in the city, and the extra protection is nice."

The Kig-Yar Major looks off into the forest, and sights a Phantom with floodlights on patrol; the night is pleasantly silent, almost eerily in nature, but that was unlike most nights they've spent here.

Kig-Yar Bandit Minor "The dinos aren't allowing us to loot much now that the chaos within the walls have settled down. It's a huge bummer."

Kig-Yar Bandit Minor 3 "Hehehe, as long as they don't see you, it shouldn't be an issue."

Kig-Yar Bandit Minor 3 flashes a pile of Mandalorian Extranet pads from within his pack.