Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24640107-20150129013555/@comment-4794494-20150203032214

The Elites sheath their energy swords, but keep their arms rested on the hilts. As Dark fades away, 'Kuram signals for his men to follow. Night would be upon them in a few hours, and the lights of the nearby city illuminated like flares in the distance.

'Hukas "That's our destination?"

'Kuram "Indeed. If anyone follows us, discourage them. We don't want to lead the hostiles right to the indigenous settlement."

Spec-ops 2 "Fleetmaster, the scouting drone is picking up some rather strange energy readings."

'Kuram "Scan the source and upload it to Shipmaster 'Lurovai."

Spec-ops 2 "Of course."