Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-4794494-20141123021722/@comment-24652012-20141214225659

Before Lord of the Stars and Madam celestial Saber stands a rescue team, they are a group of 50. They have been sent to gather as many wounded as they can, but now are the wounded them selves. Many with broken bones, their shield most of their armor pieces shield generators are burnt out, armor all broken up, and their under armor is stained up with blood of purple, and blood of red. 8 of their team members are dead, and basic first aid has been applied to them.

Unit leader: "Your graces, it was a hard fight, we lost most drop ships, and the river boat was badly damaged, but we have killed hundreds of the enemy, and rescued thousands of our own people. Their is almost no room left in the evac fleet heading to yoth, non but for 130 more people."

Lord of the Stars: "I want you to get onboard that fleet, the rest shall be a medic team who are in good health, aside from them only ones who should not be in cryo pods should be getting medical attention at the very moment, or else ready to rest in a warm bed with medical to keep them asleep for a 3rd of the journey."

As they go a unite of 28 are gathered, they have fresh armor, fresh weapons, and 4 fresh drop ship, and joining them are 10 front line fighters and 22 droids shaped like Spartans, but are not Spartans.