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[Coren Starchaser]

He saw the news. The announcement coming down the chain from the Jedi. They named named new marshal. The Wrath of the Dark Lord. Reportedly he killed a Sith. And easy reaching the body back to Sullust. Truth? Coren believed it was a hoax. A reason for the Sith to continue taking over the Alliance.

He had transmitted his resignation to Nemo Ven. He was in the hangar. He was gone. The ship, his loyal Tachyon Rising was packed and he was aimed as far from this collapsing government as he could get.

“Porter, did you falsify the outbound?” The droid beeped in the affirmative as the pilot stepped up to the ship, and up the gangway. He just hoped that Chevu was trained enough to see through the Wrath and the Sith deception.

Time to leave before the Sith started to influence him too.

The ship was starting to take off. His flight helmet, dog tags, and lightsaber left behind.

[member="Chevu Visz"]
[member="Jacen Voidstalker"]
[member="The Revenant"]
[member="Judah Dashiell"]
@Alexander Onotonas

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

Spoiler

In here after a plot idea with Coren, should be fun

Sparky beeped beside her. The little droid bored, sick of moving crates around. Alicia nodded, agreeing, yet she knew it needed to be done. She was moving some medical supplies aboard the Lucky Charm, storing down in the third cargo hold. She hadn't thought about medical supplies, but decided perhaps they would be a smart move. Enough injuries happened in space battles and she wasn't sure she could be bothered to sit through one of those annoying compensation things. Easier to just fix up on scene. She chuckled, shaking her head. She'd been watching too many holodrama's.

She stepped back down the boarding ramp. The hanger she was in was nice, modern. Plenty of ships lay dotted around, mostly X-Wings and A-Wings. The Lucky Charm stood out slightly, most deck officers giving it a glance as they passed. She'd seen her fair share of battles, the Charm. She'd survived attacks on The First Order, attacks on The One Sith and she'd survived being attacked by fighters. Each and every time she'd limped out and each and every time Frost was more than happy to fix her. The Lucky Charm was her ship, her favorite ship.

She'd flown X-Wing's, Tie-Fighters. Nothing felt as good as the Charm.

Sparky beeped again beside her. The droid was everywhere she was, companions till the end. He alerted Frost to something, and slowly her eyes traced across the hanger. Commander Starchaser, strolling across to his ship. She heard him speak to his droid, Porter she thought. She'd never really bothered to check the name of that droid. She never really needed to. She nodded to Sparky, using a self fitted bit of technology to amplify the sound from Coren. It wasn't clear, it wasn't going to be over this distance, but it was good enough.

Normally she never would of done this with her commander, but when he was looking this rushed she had a reason to. She'd seen him fly off into missions and fly off to fight and he'd never looked as he did right now. She strolled back onto her ship, pressing a few buttons lightly. She felt her fingers hover over the comlink, stopping herself. She could hail Coren, but she didn't want to sound intruding. Instead she went for the next best thing.

Coren's wingman, Chevu Visz. If anyone knew what he was so rushed about, she would. They'd flown together through countless battles, almost grown together. She shook her head, attempting to hail her personal comlink.

[member="Coren Starchaser"]
[member="Chevu Visz"]
[member="Jacen Voidstalker"]
[member="The Revenant"]
[member="Judah Dashiell"]
[member="Alexander Onotonas"]

 

[Placeholder 0133]

It would have been a lie to say Alex hadn't been expecting this. He himself was having trouble with the acceptance of a Sith doppelganger as a leader of the Galactic Alliance. The Jedi were too lenient; too stupid. Well, all of them save for [member="Qyren Leret"], but Qyren spent more time around soldiers than she did hormonal young people sages. She was a smart girl.

The commander was quite far from his old friend now. There would be no stomping to his ship in a show of loyalty this time. In truth, he had no idea that Coren actually planned to leave. The only reason he called was because he was outraged. If it just so happened that this particular call might have been forced through via an emergency alliance frequency, then one could consider this such a time.

"Coren, explain to me why a known Sith Lord's pawn is being appointed a rank of actual weight," the soldier snapped, "And we need to have a conversation. I haven't heard from Spark in weeks. Did something happen?" He paused, "Who in Corellia's Nine Hells allowed this?"

His visage was blocked by the visor of his helmet, but from his tone of voice, one could tell Commander Ontonas was quite upset.

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Chevu Visz]

As she hurried through the hanger, with Two Bit beeping and whirring closely at her heels, Chevu Visz was having a bit of deja vu. This wasn't the first time that the Mirialan chased down Commander Starchaser as he was about to leave the Galactic Alliance because he didn't agree with the status quo, and it probably wouldn't be the last. Was this how Leia felt with Han? Like she didn't know whether to kiss him or strangle him with her bare hands?

To make matters worse, Two Bit was flipping out. Chevu's green-trimmed BB-8 unit was completely out of sorts because he was afraid to lose Porter, Coren's astromech. The pair of droids had become quite close over the last few X-wing runs, and as soon as Two Bit got the news that Coren was on the move, the rolling astromech was inconsolable.

Two Bit saw him first, traveling up the landing ramp, and began to beep wildly. The leader of the GADF was joined by a Hologram of Commander Ontonas who also looked less than pleased about the situation.

Coren's lightsaber, dog tags and flight helmet were gone. Yep, we've got a runner alright.

"What the feth Starchaser?"

Her fingers clenched into fists as her commlink pinged. Flicking it on, she stared daggers into Coren as she crisply spoke into the receiver.

"Chevu here."

[member="Alexander Ontonas"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Alicia Frost "]

 

[GhostOfProtocol]

She bounced in her chair lightly, almost excited she'd gotten through to Visz. Alicia wasn't much, just a simple pilot no-one ever really noticed. Simple, but good. She needed to do something to get noticed around the Alliance, but that was for another day. She kept her eyes trained onto Coren's ship as the engines on it fired up.

"Yeah, this is Frost. I got a Starchaser down in the hanger, you know why he looks like someone's just stabbed someone he cares about? Never seen Commander Starchaser in such a rush to be honest with you" she spoke lightly, still smiling. "Figured you'd know something, he seems like the kind of guy to tell his wingman stuff"

She watched as Coren sat, still waiting. "I can follow him if you want. Not sure if he'd like that though. I got room if you wanna join me, my boarding ramp's always down" she chuckled, still fixing her eyes onto Coren. She allowed her finger off the speak button, eyeing Sparky lightly. "So, I wonder what all this is about" she chuckled, waiting.

She didn't notice her finger was over the power button. An old habit she'd picked up when in situations. Always keep your ship ready to go.

[member="Coren Starchaser"]
[member="Alexander Ontonas"]
[member="Chevu Visz"]
[member="The Revenant"]
[member="Judah Dashiell"]
[member="Jacen Voidstalker"]

 

[Spark Finn]

The Flying Nuna - somewhere

Converse-clad feet kicked up on the table. Freckled-nose pinched up as one of her live-camera feeds flickered across the screen. Facial recognition beeped. Her blue BB8 unit rolled in with a warble. #errryonehadonenow #duh

"Yeah, Bees-neeze. I promised I would take off the live-feed once I tested out the security for the Alliance. I'm not....spying. Exactly." The unit tooted and rolled out. Grey-blue eyes rolled as she held the datapad up closer to her face. Looked like [member="Coren Starchaser"] was leaving and he was in a big hurry. No, not just leaving. Running?

Thin-lips frowned.

The slicer cut the live-feed and flipped the datapad closed. Not her problem anymore. It was [member="Chevu Visz"]'. And for the first time, she felt some empathy for the green-skinned girl.

#justalittle

 

[Gabriel Sionoma]

He had agreed with Omai Rhen, long discussion over the blistering corpse of the Voice of the Dark Lord, that he would turn over the ashes in due time. Knowing towards the budding proficiency in lightside alchemy and the understanding of the spirit, the Grand Marshall had indicated a desire to understand this particular Epicanthix. Of course, Gabriel reminded him that this wasn't his original body. Back, during the capture of the grand master Kiskla Grayson, [member="Darth Vornskr"] had looked different. He recalled the idea that somewhere after the great disappearance, the man was reborn from the fires of Chaos. Mysticism and otherworldly powers, Omai had been incredulous towards the notions of such revival. But Gabriel held his doubt. Doubt that he was wrong and doubt that the Voice would linger long in the shadows. But it was the humbling gesture that was important, that when encountered on an open planet seething in darkness, even one of the greatest beasts of the One Sith army wasn't immune to the reckoning. The righting of particular wrongs, spanning back as far as history can allow.

He had done what he could, scathing thoughts of being forced to end a life, as he mulled over the ashes and bones and lightsaber. But there was nothing upon the once living remnants, a thing depraved of essence with the flickering of a bolt, he would have paced in consternation. But perhaps something lied deeper, that while the aura was gone, the taint of the darkside pooled down into the very fibers of the being. In communication, the Grand Marshall agreed to seek out a scientific committee to parse out anything of importance. So here he was, landing in hangar, satchel of ashes and bone filled with the remains of a tyrant. The original display was rewarded with title, this re-offering would hopefully land upon understanding ears. That Gabriel had done what he could and had nothing to show for it. He would retain the lightsaber, that particular item had something of a fingerprint upon it. And with the dusting of time, he'd try to understand it.

Stepping down from the Star Viper ramp, he pressed his tragus and yawned. The echo of screaming children, bickering at one another as twins are often to do, he scanned the facility to see a particular ship already taking off. Curious, he thought, as he turned and headed into the academy. He had things to do, children to get back to, and a war to lead.

[member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Chevu Visz"] | [member="Spark Finn"] | [member="Alicia Frost "]| [member="Alexander Ontonas"]

 

[Chevu Visz]

"Thanks for the heads up, Frost, but I'm here," Chevu said in a low voice, eyes still glued to Coren. Two Bit frenetically circled her ankles a few times until he began to make her dizzy. The annoyed Mirialan squatted down next to the droid and put her head on his dome, stopping him abruptly. Not now, she mouthed at her unit.

"I'm hoping that following him won't be necessary, but if he takes off, you have clearance to follow."

She flicked off her commlink and let out an exasperated sigh. Rising to her feet, she stood with her hands on her hips, waiting for his response. Did Spark have to put up with this chit?

[member="Alicia Frost "][member="Spark Finn"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Alexander Ontonas"]

 

[Judah Dashiell]

[member="Coren Starchaser"] | [member="Chevu Visz"] | [member="Alexander Ontonas"] | [member="Alicia Frost "]| [member="The Revenant"] | [member="Spark Finn"]


Salacia Consolidated HQ , Ceto



Judah had been spending time away from the Galactic Alliance lately, beyond Elrood of course. [member="Thessa Kai"] was back home. The question of how long lingered in his mind, especially given her reasons for staying away in the first place. Sticking close to Ceto was a wise idea although he wasn't skimping on his duties, they were just done from a distance. Anyone could do what he did. Meet with planets, promise some stuff, and pray the Galactic Alliance would deliver.


Packing up for the day, he was in a rush to get home. Tonight was fish taco night and no way was he going to miss it. There hadn't been a Taco Tuesday in the Dashiell house since the departure of the Galan. Needless to say little work had been done throughout the day, mainly a catch up on meetings, so it wasn't a great surprise when an aide came in with a note.


"Don't mean to disturb you, Mister Dashiell, but I was told it was urgent."


Stopping what he was doing, Judah took the note and stood in the silence reading. Starchaser AWOL. Potential Sith in power. Jedi are idiots. Eyebrows raised in only what would be described as modest surprise. A Republic Naval veteran, Judah had seen this story play out once before. It had caused him to leave and strike out as a salvager. History repeating itself? Only time would tell.


The note was crumpled into his pocket and a smile went towards the aide.


"If it isn't one thing its another. Send a reply back, let the sendee know I can be reached on my private comm line."


His younger self would have dived into the thick of it. Slightly older and only fractionally so wiser, Judah knew to sit back and observe for a moment. Something deeper was at play and being drawn into the chaos would only distract him from the real answer. Besides, it was Taco Tuesday at home. Some things were more important than the Jedi signing the death note for themselves.


"Have a good night Dwork, contact me if you need me."

 

[Coren Starchaser]

The status quo had changed, the Jedi apparently didn’t care who they gave the rank to. And as for AWOL? No. Coren spoke directly with Supreme Commander Nemo Ven, he voiced his concerns, had gotten a ‘well I can’t tell the Jedi how to do things,’ and it was the end of discussion. Coren knew the Jedi didn’t actually matter, but they were a part of the Alliance Triumvirate. And speaking to Omai Rhen was about as useful as talking to hipster lumberjacks. It didn’t matter.

Nothing did. The fight, the galaxy, getting the Sith and dark side cleared. Did it matter? They could sneak behind their borders, convince the strongest Jedi in the region to give them a rank, and bring a body… why were they even bringing Sith bodies to Sullust? Draw and quarter the damned things and burn the remains.

A lot was happening at once. He had heard Chevu on the hangar floor and Porter was going crazy. That meant Two Bit was there. “What do you want, Porter?” He waved off the droid who was going to shut down the engines and make its way to the gangway. The orange astromech had gotten attached to Two Bit and the two carried on and on. Coren shook his head as he turned to the transmission.

Good, Rook, someone with sense, someone Coren could trust. “Yeah. I dunno, Rhen’s not listening, Ven is being about as useful as he can be.” Coren sighed and shook his head. “I’ve got some ideas. We need to talk. Spark… Spark is… she’s fine.” He could feel that. “And the Sith thing… I don’t know. I wasn’t even aware he was out of his cell.” No one told him. The Jedi were working in secret to undermine and take over the Alliance, apparently.

“Where are you?”

His droid didn't care. Porter was running down the ramp and circled Chevu once, then twice. The droid was beeping at Two Bit, clearly understanding why its master wanted to leave, and was probably going to, with no official rank, no official status, just the ship he had here, and whatever he could get together, Coren was, for the first time in a few years, on his own. But Porter understood. The one people called Gabriel was a 95% match for the Wrath of the Dark Lord. It was uncanny, it could be the Wrath, and someone needed to figure that out and fix the issues.

[member="Judah Dashiell"]
[member="Chevu Visz"]
[member="The Revenant"]
[member="Spark Finn"]
@Alicia Frost
[member="Alexander Ontonas"]

 

[Chevu Visz]

From the beeps and whistles she heard from the two riled up droids, she pieced together that Porter was heading into the Rising to idle the engine, Chevu encouraged Coren's astromech from the hangar floor.

"That's right Porter," she exclaimed. "At least someone around here has some sense!"

Coren traded words with the Hologram, but Chevu wasn't close enough to pick up any snippets. She felt an urgency in Coren's aura that didn't bode well. When he got stubborn like this, even the Force itself couldn't change his mind. Beeps and whistles reached a crescendo. Two Bit lost it when Porter came down the ramp and the droids were chirping so loudly, Chevu could hardly hear herself think.

Kark it, the Hologram could fething wait. The incensed Mirialan marched up the landing ramp and stood in front of him, teeth bared. Her onyx eyes were black lakes as she stared him down.

"Gorram it, Coren. You're leaving the Alliance? Again? What the frell happened this time?"

She knew it had something to do with Gabe's Marshal promotion, but she wanted to hear it in his own words.

[member="Judah Dashiell"] [member="Alexander Ontonas"] [member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="The Revenant"] [member="Spark Finn"] [member="Alicia Frost ]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

He was waiting for a response but the droid beeping outside and the fact that his engines and repulsors were idling again? Fething droid. He knew that he probably should have just kidnapped Chevu and Two Bit, hit space and burned jets, but well, this was Starchaser, he was fire and water, emotions and action, didn’t think much. He knew Porter was out grabbing at his dogtags and flight helmet. The droid typically carried his lightsaber, but right now? Leaving that was Coren’s middle finger to the Jedi that had invaded the Alliance.

Chevu entered the ship and Coren looked to the holo. “Comm it to me. I’ve got… issues with Sullust control.” Or girlfriend, or whatever. He clicked the holo off for a moment.

Looking at Chevu he shook his head. “The Jedi are karking the whole damned thing up!” He was shouting now, arm waving in the direction of the command structure. “Did you hear what the fether did? They can’t prove its not the Wrath. And they’re serving him the Alliance on a frakking silver platter!”

Even Nemo Ven had distaste for that, but there wasn’t anything he could do. Omai Rhen could do what he wanted. And Coren had ideas here. But it would mean ending the New Jedi Order. Could he pull that off? Not from the outside. “We can’t trust them.”

[member="Chevu Visz"]
[member="Judah Dashiell"]
[member="The Revenant"]
@Alicia Frost
[member="Spark Finn"]
[member="Alexander Ontonas"]

 

[Chevu Visz]

Her frown deepened. How many times did she tell Coren that Gabriel was not the Wrath? After a while, Chevu simply stopped because she sounded like a broken Holo-recording. She'd witnessed Gabriel's memories. In her heart, she knew that he was a good man. Could Gabe go dark? She didn't think it was possible because he was physically cut off from using the dark side of the Force, but even she couldn't say for sure. He was the father of her children. Chevu might not win any Mother of the Year awards, but if there was any doubt in her mind that he'd turn, she wouldn't let those children anywhere near him.

"Coren, calm down." she said, echoing the words he'd said to her so many times. Those same words probably revved her up, and made things worse, when Coren said them anyway.

"Gabriel killed [member="Darth Vornskr"], a Voice of their Dark motherfrakking Lord. What else does the man have to do to prove himself to the Galactic Alliance? To prove himself to you? The man almost died on Taloraan for our cause."

She let out a huff of air and a frustrated growl.

"Look what you've done to the droids. You've got them in a state."

Me too, you crazy, erratic bastard.

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

As for the Alliance? Coren was hoping to tell it he told them so. He didn’t know what was going on at Taloraan. The Sith were masters of spinning tales, they could con the most aware con man, and he wasn’t going to sit arund on Sullust and let it happen to him. The Underground knew how to work, and he’d use that network to do as much damage to the Sith and growing Imperial factions as he could. There was no proof ‘Gabe’ was not swindling the whole fething government. Coren had lied to Wrath 2.0 and locked him in a cell and someone let him out.

“That don’t mean anything. Was the head removed from the damned body? And destroyed? It is a lie.” He, for no time at all, would believe Vornskr to die. And maybe he should died on Taloraan, taking out more of those Sith if he was so noble.

“Whats it going to take? The Wrath’s head on a frakking plate and then tucking himself back in his damned cell, for one.” He looked at the gangway, from the origin of the sounds of the droids.

“So, come with me? What good is it going to do if you’re here when Vornskr and the Wrath take down Sullust from within? We can make ourselves ready on the Rim, and come from the outside to take them down.”

[member="Chevu Visz"]

 

[Chevu Visz]

Come with him. As if it were that easy! Chevu's Jedi Marshal rank was just re-instated by Master Rhen. Sullust was her home. She was a shuttle ride away from the twins, the only biological family she had. She couldn't just up and leave because the Commander was going through the crazies again. Master Oomomo swore she would lead the Galactic Alliance to victory against the dark side, and lead it she would. Her dark eyes studied Coren. The man had instincts like a laser with hairline targeting. If he didn't trust Gabriel, well, was it really paranoia? Or was he just not willing to take a chance with so much at stake. She just didn't know.

The request morphed her anger into confusion, her brow deeply creased. She tenatively stretched a hand towards him, taking his fingers in hers.

"I can't come with you," she sighed. "You of all people should kriffing know that."

It was no use. She knew that look. He'd made up his mind. She tossed back her hair and bounced on her heels, eyes wet and anxious. Her other hand flicked out dismissively.

"Okay. Go, Coren. When you land reach out via Holocall. Encrypted."

She reached up and roughly grabbed his chin, kissing him angrily on the lips. There was a long, sad beep from Two Bit, as she turned heel and walked out of the hangar.

[member="Coren Starchaser"] [member="Spark Finn"] [member="The Revenant"] [member="Alexander Ontonas"] [member="Alicia Frost "]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

The frak just happened? Coren knew that he couldn’t get everyone to follow his lead. He wanted to get the Alliance on board with the core belief of it, what Nemo Ven had in mind. A military government that was going to do its job in protecting the worlds they pulled in and defeat the darkness that was in the galaxy. But the Jedi? They were still worried, they were going to be just as useful and forgiving as their Jedi Order counterparts. What was new here? Giving people who were ‘reformatted’ positions of power? That was a fool’s idea.

“I am. I know what’s going to happen.” The galaxy was going to fall when the Sith destroyed Sullust and the Alliance that stood there, from within.

Coren was going to need someone to be his eyes and ears. “The Jedi aren’t standing for the Alliance.” Not putting them in power.

“We’ll see.” He said, just before she kissed him. Lips meeting, he smiled. Porter was looking at them both and beeping with Two Bit. But when Chevu turned away, Porter gave a quick data burst to the smaller BB unit. Porter had seen the look on its master a few times before.

“Stay safe, and don’t fall for anything they throw at you.” He said, turning back to the ship. “Did Rook get back to us?”

[member="Chevu Visz"]
[member="Alexander Ontonas"]
@Alicia Frost

 

[Placeholder 0133]

Alex understood lady problems. When the comm was suddenly shutoff, he waited patiently. Gods knew he'd dealt with this sort of thing more times than he would have liked. He had left no message, opting to simply wait five or ten minutes in case Coren called back first. Starboy tended to be a bit finicky with conversation - Alex had learned to be patient.

When it came back online, the commander was no different than he had been a moment before, though a semblance of amusement laced his garbled words.

"I'm on the other side of the Outer Rim right now. I can't exactly say where, but you'll know soon enough," armored fingers tapped the arms of his chair, "As for our Sith doppelganger-...yes, we do need to talk. In person." Though unseen, one could easily hear his frown.

"I've come to a conclusion. One you might not like, but it is necessary. I won't allow the alliance to become another puppet legion for the One Sith. I know you won't either, but the other commanders and marshals don't have the stones to do what needs to be done." He paused for a moment. What he offered was...well, it wouldn't be taken well by the majority of the alliance. It would require patience, planning, and unwavering tenacity. Between the two of them, Alex and Coren had the latter in spades.

"One of my shuttles will be dropping into realspace within the hour. You'll get my coordinates from my men on board."

[member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Coren Starchaser]

Now they were talking. Coren turned back, after the ship started to lift off, to the holo that came back up. He and Rook really needed to meet. Something needed to be done in the galaxy and there was at least one person that wasn’t starstruck by the Wrath. “Sorry about that. Docking procedures and stuff.” Right Coren, because we all knew what you were dealing with. Stepping forward, the pilot looked at the holo once more as the ship was on its exit program.

“I look forward to seeing you then, we’ll see what you’ve got in mind. What we can do to rescue this move, pull it out of the foolish hands of the Jedi.” Because it was clear to Coren that Nemo Ven felt his hands were tied, if they could pull the Supreme Commander into their side… well, maybe they could get something to work.

He’d make it out of atmosphere shortly.

[member="Alexander Ontonas"]

 

[Marcus Itera]

Good 'ol Rook was going to owe him another favor. Marcus had always been that brother of his who went out on a limb for others out of the kindness of his heart. Nowadays, it was all about that coin. He was no longer an enlisted man, his Republic retirement pension had been cut off, and the only good, paying work involved shooting big things with big guns. That, and being Alex's errand boy when he asked.

The little shuttle cut through the atmosphere like a bat out of hell. There was nothing stealthy about it. This was one of those tasks when the job was to get in and get out. Being all ninja-like wasn't at the top of Miranda's priority list either. The AI veered the vessel past little swathes of turbulence until it came down on Starchaser's position.

"Might wanna put your helmet on, this one might put up a little fight."

Marcus grimaced and tucked the buy'ce under an arm. "I'll be fine, and he'll be fine too. Heard he's a good man."

"Alright. Just take care," she chortled.

The Supercommando nodded and disembarked, strolling over to the man. "Alex sent us to come pick you up. Not sure if he wanted us to just take you, but we're gonna ask nicely first."

[member="Alexander Ontonas"], [member="Coren Starchaser"]

 

[Darth Eversor]

"KELLY!" An AI shrieked through the comm-link and inside Kelghast's helmet. It had been a while, but from what the former Dread Guard salvaged from his old suit was well worth it. That technology would have taken a damn fool to be totally forgotten about, even if it did involve the burden of having one's ear talked off by a hyper-active AI with more than a fair share of glitches and personality errors. Re-calibrations were needed to be made, but something else pushed that aside for the now mercenary-forged commando. It reminded him of a time not so long ago where a suit of armor felt more like home, and the fellow men donning the same demeanor and belief were brothers. "Yuri, it's been who knows how long and you're already screaming into my ear canal. Shut it."

"You know what, Kelly? I can shut off your helmet's filtration system whenever oxygen levels are low. Maybe you'll catch a pathogen or something will poison you. You've always been a jerk and it's time you learn your manners!"

"You're kidding, right?"

"Yeah. Without you I'd be stuck in your bucket. Welcome back!"

"Thanks I guess."

Kelghast would be accompanying his fellow Ex-Dread Guard known as [member="Marcus Itera"], a fine soldier and a shining example of integrity and morale. It had been ages since they last talked or saw each other really, and those past memories mainly consisted of the Netherworld. Things about such a place made Kelghast uneasy and sick at times. His mind was still haunted by the atrocities and grotesque place he had to trudge through and survive. He thought it would never end, but he stuck through it and lived on. That is the strength and standard of being a once proud Dread Guard; a title that cannot be exhausted or forgotten. A badge of honor.

"Hey Marcus, we don't have to ask nicely for anything, remember? We can just pick him up and drag him around. Think of it as lifting boxes or crates that can squirm and yell. Might get a little annoying, but Yuri's statistic say that works just fine as well. Your call, brother."

A bit of odd humor for the trip. Even if it was random or uncalled for, Kelghast still liked to make his own entertainment.



[member="Coren Starchaser"], [member="Alexander Ontonas"]