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[Prosperan Son]

"A dreadnought, and one of the few ever seen amongst the Alpha Legion. He is said to have been Zailo's honor brother in a past life." The Legionnaire informed Garrosh curtly, following behind with his squad in tow.

[Thugren]

Garrosh nods and looks over his puppets before one of them pipes up with.

" where is the last one... We needed a tracker."

[Prosperan Son]

"She is accompanying the Dreadnought. They have a history." The Legionnaire replied with a shrug. Tilting his head to examine the puppets oddly.

[Thugren]

Zion growls and looks back at the legionaire.

" what you never seem a pupp.... Oh ya.."

Garrosh snorts as the clawed puppet pokes the legionaire on its chest plate.


" I'm Zion.... And you are?"

[Prosperan Son]

"Cobarl." The legionnaire replied , smacking away the puppets hand. Unlike other Alpha Legionnaires, he did not care much for warp-spawned tools such as these puppets.

[Thugren]

Zion blinks, and the color drains from its button eyes.

All at onces there is a horrible ripping and tearing. Purpleish flesh pours from the rips in the puppets coat and soon it opens up like a chaotic starfish.

Eyes and hooked barbs hang from te pulsating warp flesh and a maw of teeth scowls at cobarl, dripping a putrid slime!

" I will show you manners !"

Zion hisses , his mass teaming to spring , but he is stopped short as garrosh turns and looks directly at him.


Like a child scolded for an outburst Zion felt the cold hard stare that it's master was giving him, and without another threat his body returns to normal .

" sorry...."

He peeps as the other puppets snicker

[Prosperan Son]

Cobarl ignores the puppet, unphased by it's ugly form, it's true form, he thought. He had seen far too much in his ten thousand years, to be phased by such sights. He looks towards the puppet master.

"I believe that everything is in check now. It is time we depart. There is much to be done after all, and we're on the clock." He reminded the sorcerer before turning way back towards his brothers.

[Thugren]

Where... Am I needed ."

The sorcerer growls at cobarl... His helm sweeping the puppets , making them shirk back,

" and have you all scouted ahead.."

[Prosperan Son]

"Words come in from Zailo. We're being re-routed to a new location. We'll be debriefed on the command deck." Cobarl replies, the buzz of his vox bead heard from within his helm.

The squad of Alpha Legionnaires make their way up the boarding ramp.

[Thugren]

Kill them..."


One of the puppets hisses into the sorcerers mind warning him a scathing glare as garrosh follows.


" not our place.."

Another hisses falling into stride behid their creator as he follow the alpha legionaire quietly.

[Prosperan Son]

It is not long before all of them reach the command deck. The vessel starts to vibrate at first, before shaking. This is the engines igniting, and the massive ship prepares to take off from the station.

Cobarl, motions for the Legionnaire's around him to be at ease, waiting for the Sorcerer to arrive with his cadre of puppets.

[Thugren]

He arrives and he folds his hands around his staff wordlessly.

The puppets move Ito place behind them as the wolf, the mouthy one comes forward

" well.... Spit it out what's going on!"

[Prosperan Son]

Cobarl, raised his hand , gesturing for the puppet-creature to halt it's yelling. He swayed his hand to the left, gesturing for them to move towards a simulation pad near the command throne. Walking over to it, he tapped several keys, pulling up a broad simulated map of the entire region of space that they dwelled in.

"Trandasin. That is the name of the System we are in, obviously. To one side, neighbors Brugham, to the other Brutea." All three regions flashed at the mention."And then there's this." He gestured towards a large blank section of the map.A gap of sorts, lacking of any stars or planets. It didn't appear to be a malfunction of the pad, as above the gap the other systems appeared in the appropriate regions." What do you see here?" Cobarl tapped at the gap.