As Solomon placed his hand ever so carefully upon the woman's skin, it became clear that she was cold. Deathly cold. The distraught Vanguard placed his hands around her helm, removing it with the upmost care. The eyes of the woman were open, lacking expression. Her lips were dry and lifeless, with skin as pale as a ghost's.

The Vanguard was hanging his head in sorrow, until an idea hit him harder than the pod had hit the ground (which he still hoped was the case, and not on the verge of some chasm, or in a tree). Brushing off the medical equipment, and tossing it all hap-hazardly back into the case, he reached in for a small box, a faint light eminating from within. A small energised heart could be seen floating in the box, when Solomon opened the lid. Scooping it up gently, he placed the object onto the heart of the Ex-Knight.

The energised object began to vibrate and break, as sparks of light started to dance along the length of the woman's body. Solomon shielded his eyes as the dancing light intensified and began to envelop her body almost like a shell. As the light dimmed down, Solomon peeked through his hands, seeing if the aplty labelled, "Spark of Life" had held up to its name.

The sparks began to slow and wither, as the effects of the item began to fade. Although it had had some reaction, the result was still negative. With a heavy heart, Solomon placed his hand over her face, and motioned it downward, closing her eyes to make her seem at peace. The deathly silence in the pod was broken by an eerie howl, too close for comfort.

The armoured officer took his armet, and placed it onto his head once again. Picking up his Leviathan Blade & Aegis, Solomon barged through the door with brute force, leaving only a slight shock to his arm. Shaking off the recoil, he looked out into the Evening sun. It would be night soon, and by that point it'd be nigh impossible to fend off nocturnal hunters like these probably were. Solomon looked back briefly, and closed the hatch as best he could, to possibly deter any scavengers from feasting on the Knight inside. Focussing back on the task at hand, he grabbed some flares from his pack, and slotted them into his sash on his armour.

While the sun had yet to set, Solomon headed off, trying to get his in-built helmet comm to recieve a signal. He hoped to the gods of Isora, that Kora had remained in one peace, and could guide him to the survivors outpost. He didn't want to think about the possibility of him being the only one left, having given up on the only other a few minutes ago.

[Affraiel walks off from his escape pod and headed for the coordinates for his three fellow comrades. All of them are ridiculously far, with the closest comrade, Solomon the squad leader being 5 kilo meters away from him.]

Affraiel: *sees the three energy signatures on his vent interface and lets out a frustrated sigh* “Ugh… Let’s find you first, Mister Solomon, I can’t wait to get my hands on you…”*grins in a cocky manner* “He better not be one of those goody two shoes…”

??? : *cuts into his suit communicator frequency* “Hello? He-Hello? Is that convict no. 6998?” *static*

Affraiel: *responds* “Hmph, who is this? Ozlo’s landing ceremonial party guest? And yes, this is prisoner no.6998.”

??? : *the statics are cleared up, the soft voice of a woman comes out of the communicator* “Oh, so it is you, Prisoner number-”

Affraiel: *cuts off her sentence* “-THE name is Affraiel, I have a name you know…”

???: *pauses* “… Fine, Mister Affraiel… Ozlo assigned me as your mission supervisor, intel agent Nezula at your service!”

Affraiel: *raises his eye brow* “Nezula? And how can you possibly supervise my mission?”

Nezula: *chuckles, with a great sense of friendliness* “No, Mister Affraiel… ‘Supervise’ is such a harsh word, I am only here to survey your suit status and kept you informed of the current news as well as your wellbeing!”

Affraiel: “Wellbeing eh? How about airdrop me a dirty mag and I will be on my way?”

Nezula: *laughs nervously* “Sorry Mister Affraiel, but the last copy of Skylark’s girl of the month calendar was burnt into ashes when the ship’s magazine exploded. But if you don’t mind, I could upload some of my own photos to your suit data bank for your enjoyment! If won’t take up too much memory I promise!” *giggles*

Affraiel: *feeling tempted, but quickly rejects, this is almost too good to be true* “Eh, for a second there, I changed my mind, maybe having fantasies like those isn’t the best thing to do after my landing… Ok, Nezula, before I venture any further on this godforsaken planet, I need to know more about this suit. I can see a green bar thingy on the bottom left of my vent interface, what is it?”

Nezula: *gasps* “Oh, the green bar, it is your suit’s energy meter!”

Affraiel: *sneers* “What is this? A video game?”

Nezula: “Your suit is very heavy and it consumes a lot of energy during close battle, you will have to time your moves carefully. With great defence comes great disadvantages, I am sorry, but during the design of this suit, most of its mobility and flexibility are sacrificed for the sake of protection. If your suit run out of energy, it will automatically set to recharge mode, during recharge mode, you cannot move as the power is drained out, you can still operate the suit manually, but it is going to be hard…”

Affraiel: *gotten interested* “Then how do I get those energy back?”

Nezula: “Simple! Your suit is coated with a layer of U.E.A.G.”

Affraiel: *puzzled* “U.E.A.G.?”

Nezula: “Universal Energy Absorbent Gel! When your suit’s energy is low, it can recharge its power thanks to this gel, the gel can convert sunlight into electrical energy. So if you ever run too low on energy, just sit in the sun and recharge will automatically begin!”

Affraiel: “But the gel is ‘universal’ right?”

Nezula: “Yes, so it is not only the sunlight that can recharge your suit, other sources of heat or radiation can also do the job, so go look around! Good luck with your mission, Mister Affraiel!”

Affraiel: “Thanks for the info, I will proceed with the mission, you can just stay here with me and sound sexy!”

Nezula: *hears another comlink call from her side* "Oh, sorry, I have to hang off now, another knight is in need of some answers, I will be right back!" *hangs off*

Affraiel: "Nezula wait-..." *sighs* "Guess I am all alone now..."

[Stepping onto the lash grass, Affraiel takes in a deep breath, the air was pleasantly fresh and unpolluted, he can see a forest in the distance and a few Morai drop ship has already arrived.]

Affraiel: "I better get to that Solomon kid before he gets himself killed..." *runs towards the direction of the forest*

Sherry tugged at his arm. "Come on, Stop zoning out!" She said, as she dragged him into the pod.
Looking one last time, The Skylark looked as beautiful as ever- That is, Until it started breaking down, Bits scattering - Flaming with friction towards this strange new planet.
The last thing Leeroy heard was a sharp scream, and a loud clanging. The lights faded... and Leeroy was no longer conscious.
(OOC)

When he awoke, He was resting face up. Sherry was sobbing on his arm.
"Uhm... Sherry." She just looked at him, and cried- "I thought you were dead, You idiot!", Her tears rolled down her face. But Leeroy couldn't tell if it was because she wanted him dead or because she was sad.

Leeroy got up and stretched- He was feeling awfully cramped from the pod crash, Not to mention some of the Skylark's rubble had bashed in on the side of the pod. "Look, It's getting dark out. I need to group up with the rest of my squad. Are you with me for now?"
Sherry wiped away her last tear, and nodded.
Looking at his map, He could see the coordinates of Solomon, Although the map itself was giving static.
Leeroy and Sherry rushed that way, Hoping that they could get to him before something else did.

The planetary disturbance had not gone unnoticed as Dejah slipped behind the intertwining trees, scrutinizing every detail of the strange new visitors. It was not so the actual people that intrigued Dejah, but the little conflict that seemed to be emerging from the second of their arrival.

For the moment, she remained concealed, a smile breaking upon her lips

[At the brink of the forest, Affraiel is encountered by the medium sized Morai drop ship, four Morai troopers jumped out of the ship along with a Morai centurion, a middle classed soldier whose gears are slightly better than his fellow men. The centurion spots Affraiel in his iron might suit and orders his four fellow soldiers to fire upon him. Affraiel furiously sprints his way across the grass field while shrugging off the small calibre bullets fired from Morai soldiers. The tingling sound of bullet bouncing off the armour plating sets Affraiel into a battle rage, a sense of anger that has been piling up inside his heart is released in a wrathful berserk.]

Morai centurion: *orders his fellow soldiers* “SHOOT HIM! SHOOT HIM!”

Affraiel: *shouts furiously, brushes aside a neared Morai trooper with brute force, almost shattering the trooper’s skull* “OUT OF MY WAY!”*draws his leviathan blades, dual wields two blade and rends them at the direction of the Morais*

[The leviathan blades cleaved another trooper in half and Affraiel is on a blood lust, his eyes ogled with the thirst for more violence. The two remaining soldiers trembled and stepped back behind the centurion.]

Morai centurion: *yells at the two cowering soldiers* “Have courage men! These knights are inferior to us, destroy them!”

Affraiel: “Inferior?” *laughs* “So what does that make you? Morai SCUM?!” *points his sword tauntingly at the centurion*

Morai centurion: *becomes enraged* “KILL HIM!” *draw his lance*

[The two Morai trooper looked as their squad leader, the centurion takes on Affraiel in a one on one duel. The centurion glares at Affraiel with a smug, as if he is not good enough to be his opposition, this taunt aggravates Affraiel greatly. Affraiel charges towards the centurion in the open, completely disregards the diminishing energy meter on his vent interface. The centurion stabs Affraiel with the lance but the lance breaks in half when it makes impact with the armour. Affraiel delivers two vicious slash at the centurion with his twin leviathan blades, the centurion’s body was severed in half, the top torso falls to the ground and the blood bursts onto Affraiel’s helmet. The last two frightened Morai troopers fled the scene right after they discarded their weapons, they ran off into the forest. The sun slowly meets with the horizon, the clouds in the sky are blood red, glorious sunshine bathed on Affraiel’s armour and his thirst for blood has at last quenched.]

Affraiel: *pants relentlessly* “…” *see the green bar on his vent interface is depleted* “What the? The energy is depleted already?” *tries to move, but suddenly stumbles into the blood stained grass, he tries to stand up but the weight of the suit made it impossible*

Nezula: *cuts into Affraiel’s frequency* “Mister Affraiel? Are you alright?”

Affraiel: *chuckles, empties his breath* “Well, girl, you are just in time for my funeral!”

Nezula: *gasps* “Funeral?”

Affraiel: *laughs sarcastically* “Yeah, and my coffin is this suit of yours, Ozlo sure wants me dead!”

Nezula: “…I don’t know about what happened between you and him…but… You need to prioritise your survival first! Nightfall is coming!”

Affraiel: *sighs* “Like I said, the suit is a dead weight, I can’t move!”

Dejah daintily tapped her fingers one by one on the hilt of her blade. She really did want to emerge from behind her cover, smiling at how fun it would be to plant her foot upon the back of the seemingly disabled berserker.

In less than a minute, the absurd rage the armoured knight had exhibited was over. Now stuck like a Tortodrone on its back - except the other way around for the knight. Withdrawing her hand to her side, she relented with a sigh.

Dejah remained debating over whether or not the humans hailing from the ships, or the now immobile knight were superior. Predictably, there were more conflicts to come, which meant many other opportunities remained in waiting. Without a second of hesitation, Dejah slipped away from the scene.

Whoever this poor soul was, he was not worth her time.

Nezula: *becomes nervous in her tone* “That is not good, you used up all of the suit’s power during the battle, you were too reckless with your attacks! ...Alright, I don’t think the planet’s inhabitants can do any harm to you and your suit at night, all you can do now is to wait for the suit to recharge from your body heat.”

Affraiel: *can feel the air around him is getting colder* “Damn…who knows what is out there in the woodwork tonight.”

Nezula: *calmly* “It is okay, I am here for you… I will make sure nothing happens to you… the rescue camp is not too far away…”

Affraiel: “… Thank you…” *recalls the past* “I still remembered the days I spent in the slum, seeing the city deteriorated around me, I looked into the sky, saw nothing but grey smog, produced from the factories-” *frowns* “-Owned by the damned Spiral Order!”

Nezula: “You cannot blame us, we needed the war effort to counter the Morai threat within our system!”

Affraiel: “AND waste millions on millions of crowns to build the fleet?! What about the lives of my childhood friends, they never made it out of the slums alive, what do you know about the weak? You were never born poor, how do you know what it feels like to kill and steal JUST TO SURVIVE?!”

Nezula: “… But, you did, didn’t you? You survived…”

Affraiel: *calms down* “Yeah, I did, and I will do it again on this godforsaken planet!” *stands up with his own strength* “Nezula, sent me the co-ordinates of the rescue camp!” *starts operating the suit manually, slowly limps his way towards the forest, after a few steps, Affraiel is already covered in sweat.*

Nezula: “Yes, right away!” *inputting the data onto Affraiel’s radar*

Affraiel: *takes one more step, the crushing weight of the suit could have killed a lesser man* “I need some lightings if I want to survive the night.” *pants, and suddenly sees the two combat rifles left by the Morai troopers are laying on the ground* “What is this?” *picks up one of the rifles, sees a flashlight attached to the end of the barrel* “This should do…” *flips open the switch and the light flashes onto the eyes of a pack of starving wolvers* “…Oh, easy there Fido, easy…” *tries to step back and lower his flash light*

Wolvers: *becomes aggravated* “Rrrr…” *drooling with anger*

[The wolver pack jumps toward Affraiel, realizing that he cannot flee in this steel prison, Affraiel pulls down the trigger and barraged the pack with a volley of bullets. The firepower thinned down the pack but still, four wolvers managed tackle Affraiel down to the ground and started to bite every which way, trying to find an opening in Affraiel’s armour to do some damage.]

Affraiel: *struggles to break free* “Argh!” *breaks the jaw of one of the wolver* “Damn MUTTS!” *empties the rifle on another wolver*

[The wolvers finally give up the hunt when Affraiel’s resilience has been proven too much to handle. Affraiel, at last scared away the pack, discards the empty rifle and headed towards the direction of the rescue camp, he removed the flashlight attachment and fixes it onto his chest. Every step he took draws him closer to the rescue camp, as well as his exhaustion. After another kilometre of travelling, Affraiel is on the verge of fainting, but something kept him going, a voice, lighting up the darkness around him more than the flash light ever would.]

Nezula:*in an encouraging tone* “Affraiel, you are almost there… don’t give up…”

The flames flickered, casting shifting shadows across Dejah as she hid mere metres away from another of the humans from the knight faction. Something about him caught her eye, and caught it well. She was crouched down, patiently watching him casually eat some unfortunate Chromalisks.

His armour did not seem as fortified as the previous knight she encountered, but she could identify someone of high position easily.

As he rose to take his departure, Dejah slipped back farther away from him, but did not leave. Instead she carefully stalked him as he set off once more, smiling sweetly when he sighed with content.

He was certainly more interesting than the previous knight.

"How does this thing even work?" Leeroy said, Fiddling with his internal communication system.
"Oh, It's simple really, You just tap it twice on the side."
"This is Intel Agent Kora. How can I help you?"
"This is Recon Knight Leeroy speaking, Requesting Coordinates of Solomon Trent, As well as the Rescue Camp."

double post, sigh, damn it...

Gojira continued heading up, noticing a prick of light in the distance. Knowing that light USUALLY meant good things, he headed for it. Almost there... 3,2,1...
Light washed over him as he took a quick look around. He seems to be in some sort of camp... That is also under attack. Getting quickly to cover, he made the obvious decision to find one of The squad members.

OOC

Nothing much happened on his trek through the Plateu since he found the used flare. A few sparse ruins of what was once a built up pathway, but now weas just a diminished archipelago of stone plates and overgrown tufts of greenery. Solomon carved through numerous walls of bushes to gain further distance along his route. He stopped at a junction, as an obstacle blocked his path. A small party of Morai, probably a scouting party to try and find ways around the main defences set up at camp, if camp wasn't already gone that is.

The Vanguard lowered his body, as he began to edge his way around the edge of a sharp incline in the plateu's features. His hand was gripped around his Blade, his other, shield around the fore-arm, rested upon the valiance. The group of Morai hadnt seemed to notice him yet. Picking up a stone from the ground, he threw it at the opposing rockface. The group looked up in response, and sent one of their number to investigate. The chosen morai scout jogged over to the stone, and picked it up, inspecting it closely. He frowned as a small succession of Potent Energy rounds impacted the back of his skull. His eyelids fluttered as his body went limp and collapsed to the floor. The others came flocking around to their commrades aid, as they looked around for the cause. Nothing. Solomon has taken cover behind a dense bush formation during the confusion. Now it was going to get interesting.

From the looks of things, there were only two more Morai. The one who he had shot wasn't dead. A Valiance wasn't capable of that in just a few shots. But he was out cold at least. The couple of remaining scouts panned out from eachother, hoping to find the threat quicker. As one of them passed by the bush Solomon was hiding, the Vanguard made a rustle. The scout was taken back, and began to open fire into the foliage. After unloading a few shots into the bush, he expected the greenery. A large, dented Aegis impacted him in the face, dazing him, as Solomon grabbed him and pulled him into the bush, the sound of a neck cracking heard shortly after. The Vanguard got up from his cover, when the final morai saw him and charged with blade held high.

The sound of blades clashed as Solomon made the parry seem like child's play. A few more blocks from Solomon's side were had, until he brought up his shield and stabbed forward in the opening that had been presented to him. The Morai dodged out the way of the incoming blade, only recieving a shallow wound to the side. The Morai looked down at his wound, and came back up to see a Shield bashing into his face. While he was dazed, a Leviathan blade made a powerful thrust into his stomach, this time hitting home and penetrating straight through. Solomon looked at the Morai behind his cold, metal visor. The panicking scout had his hands gripped around the Leviathan's guard, and was desperately trying to remove it. He shouted at Solomon in an enraged fashion, until his mouth was filled with the barrel of a Valiance. A few shots of point-blanc energy racked the brain of the morai, as a blue light could be seen eminating from varying holes in his head. Solomon withdrew his blade, and struck it toward the ground, flicking off the blood caused from the wound. The unsupported Morai fell down, dead with a smoking top. The vanguard walked over to the 1st, blade held openly to his side. He raised his blade up, and smirked some words,

"Looks like you guys struck out on your opponent. I didn't rise in the ranks of the Morai war for nothing, you know".

He struck the blade down hard, almost cleaving the Morai's head in two. Solomon sighed as he flicked the blood off of his blade, before sheathing it. He looked over his shoulder, and bellowed a few words out behind him.

"I don't appreciate being followed. If you haven't killed me yet, it means you want to talk, so let's have it. Who are you?". Solomon had his head still looking behind him, still donning his closed visor and full Azure armour, awaiting a response for the mysterious stalker of his.

Solomon turned his body around, facing the mysterious lady that had shown herself to him. It wasn't at all what he had expected. Before he could repeat his question, she asked her own. For his name to be precise. Remembering to be courteous to a Lady, in line with Sigmund's etiquette training, he bowed to the dame, and answered in his clearest tone.

"I am Solomon Trent, Officer of the Spiral Knight Faction. The side you've clearly taken an interest too". Solomon let the words sink in before addressing her disgust of the Morai's bloody ends.

"Sorry for the mess, I didn't realise I'd have such elegant company to entertain...".

Solomon kicked the Morai over face-down, so its deathly expression wasnt showing to the world. He sat himself down on a nearby rock, and pulled up his visor to show his handsome complexion. He then posed a question, still addressing her in his clear tone.

"You are not of Spiral or Morai faction, obviously. Nor are you a beast, so tell me. If you shan't tell me your name, how about your own faction?". The vanguard crossed his legs, and rested his chin on a pair of clasped hands.

Looking through the binoculars, Gorram felt a slight pang of guilt for sending those "soldiers" so close to the walls. Though they were only prisoners of war dressed up to look the part, something felt very wrong about sending them in with outdated tech. But it was a direct order from her omniscience. Looking breifly over to his partner who seemed unphased by the whole endevor. He would've spoken up about it, if he hadn't already had this argument a thousand times. Instead, he activated his commlink to begin his report

"Warden Khazaim, reporting in"

In a heavenly voice, a response came through the crystal

"Continue Guardian"

With a sigh, Gorram continued

"The prisoners we sent for absolution have failed, none have made it back."

Gorram spoke, looking at the battle reports

"However, the spiral order has suffered a few casualties as well"

The commlink crackled to life again, speaking as sweetly as before

"This is wonderful news Guardian, think of all the loyal lives you've traded for those heretics"

"I will"

Gorram stated coldly

"Will report again soon, with faith and Valor"

And with that, the commlink was severed

An expression bordering annoyance peaked onto Solomon's face, as he sighed deeply to himself, and lowered his visor back down to hide his looks once again. It seemed that this concluded any private negotiation with the Locals in charge of the planet. The vanguard turned his head toward his priorities in an order he deemed fit. First was Rhendon.

"You are a Defender Elite Rhendon, while I reside over you as both Vanguard AND Officer, so I'd remind you to address me as such. Especially in dire times such as these. But regardless, you have a point, I shall make haste toward the campsite and report in with Kora as soon as possible. She may be able to then tell me what in Isora's name a Haven is...".

He turned his attention toward the Recon Knight, who had addressed him second, and answered his query of making the trip back to the campsite asap as well.

"Ah..Leeroy was it? Yes, Yes, I'm on my way back right now. Maybe there we can discuss why on Isora you have a teenage girl accomanying you in such a place like this".

Solomon peered closer toward the girl, and said in a stern, whispered usher.

"This Recon that you're with was quite correct. You were being quite rude. Though he did apologise, so I'll let it slide"

The Vanguard smirked to himself, before turning back toward Dejah Thoris, who he knew must be growing quite impatient by this point.

"Please excuse me for all these interruptions. It seems I had forgotten the importance in returning back to my encampment in the rush of sudden events. Would you allow me to accompany you back to our current HQ? Drinks are on me".

Solomon hoped he could try and salvage the diplomatic attempt through some cheap charm, but he didn't bet on it being very successful. He awaited a response from her, and hoping the others would try and not ruin it. He knelt on one knee and bowed to the Almirian while resting his gauntlet onto her out-stretched hand, trying to gain some favour at least, being as humble as he dared.

Solomon peered closer toward the girl, and said in a stern, whispered usher.

"This Recon that you're with was quite correct. You were being quite rude. Though he did apologize, so I'll let it slide."
"Yeah yeah- Leader." Sherry said, Dripping with sarcasm.
Leeroy loudly cleared his voice in the direction of Sherry.
"Eep!"
Leeroy sighed, "As for you, Rhendon- I think that there are some other things that you could be doing, Rather than scolding higher rankings, Such as doing your job as a fellow Recon Knight. Would you please give me a copy of what you have already scouted, Rhendon?"

[Affraiel is awakened by the bitter argument sparked off a few meters besides him, it is strange that no one noticed him when he was blown sky high and crash landed into the camp in the most glorious manner possible. Again, it might be better off for him not to receive any unwanted attention, he is a convict after all. His warden armour won’t hide his identity for long.]

Serris: *cuts into Affraiel’s frequency* “Rise and shine…”

Affraiel: *still in a daze…* “Nezula…are you…”

Serris: *sighs* “Still living in a dream are we? Alright, let’s put Nezula back online, she is eager to see you again…” *statics*

Nezula: *statics cleared* “Affraiel!”

Affraiel: *fully awakens* “Nezula?” *exhale with relieve* “So I lived… huh…”

Nezula: *very anxious* “Promise me that you won’t act so recklessly again!”

Affraiel: *chuckles* “Sorry girl, but I am not promise anything.”

Nezula: *becomes serious* “I AM not your ‘girl’! I have a name too you know!”

Affraiel: *apologises* “Sorry, Miss, Nezula…”

[Affraiel lifts himself up from the blood stained battle ground. He clears his head and inspects his surroundings, he sees Solomon and Leeroy conversing to an outlandish woman, who is fancily dressed, clearly a noble.]

Affraiel: *inspects the Dejah from a distance* “I swear I saw her somewhere….”

Nezula: “I have done a background check on her, nothing came up. She is neither a Morai nor a Knight…”

[Affraiel, slowly approaches Solomon and Leeroy, but tries his best not to get any unwanted attention from anyone else, but the proto knights near him have already started to recognize the heavily armoured warden, “it is him! The guy who saved the rescue camp!”]

Leeroy looked at his notes again, And realized that he had forgotten something important.
"You said your name was Solomon, Solomon Trent, Yes?" Leeroy said, Looking down at his notes again.
-*Fizzle*- (OOC)
"Well, If you have not been informed yet, It appears that you are a part of my Squad- The Iron Dragons, And have been assigned the Leader." Leeroy said, Putting his notes away.
"Oh, and Sherry- You might want to be careful what you say around your Higher Rankings."
"As if, Right now- I take orders from nobody!"
Leeroy sighed, Pinching his brow which furrowed- "Sherry, You'll learn someday that what you think doesn't matter all the time."

Solomon smiled. It seemed like not everything was going so badly as he first thought. Maybe there was a chance to salvage the situation. He got up from his kneeling position and nodded at Dejah's response.

"I agree that building our relations will help both our factions in this dire time. However currently I cannot disclose any of our plans with members outside the Order for security reasons. None the less, allow me to show you to our base of operations where we can discuss matters further".

Solomon gestured for her to follow him, as he turned toward Leeroy & Sherry in due course. He had had quite enough of the girl's talkback attitude.

"Leeroy, if it is to be that I am your current commanding officer, please aid me in escorting this 'VIP' back to the Rescue Camp. After which, you can have some time to yourself until the time we regroup with the rest of the Dragons and make way for Haven". The Vanguard smirked as he turned his head back frontward, before raising a finger in the air to signify he had one last message to relay.

"Oh an Sherry? From this point onward you are discharged from my Squad. Feel free to take it up with Feron if you so wish". Solomon began to slowly pace off toward the camp, not wishing to be within earshot of whatever the girl would mouth his way.