Solomon entered the camp, followed by Leeroy, Rhendon & the Almirian VIP. He wandered through the ravaged area, craters and newly raised tents dotting around the area, with ruined pods circling around camp fires as make shift shelter and command posts. His heart felt heavy for every second he saw the sights through his helm.

There were numerous amounts of Knights propped up against a couple of salvaged drop-pods, recieving as much sympathy and calming words as their friends could muster, knowing that any actual medical attention would be hard pressed, and may not ever arrive. Dreary faces met his gaze as he looked over the small groups of Recruits & Squires, tuning up their gear for any sub-sequent Morai attacks, or hostile threats from the planet itself. No words could be said to raise even a single spirit in this place. He jerked his head forward, signalling for the others to follow him post-haste to the Elevator.

Doing his best to make his way past the sights in camp, and toward the Elevator, Solomon eventually blanked out his thoughts of his surroundings as he arrived at the Warden.

"This is 2nd Officer Solomon Trent, Rank Vanguard. I request access to Haven via this Elevator". Solomon rested his hand on his scabbard, trying to block out the trauma that must have be-fallen the other knights here.

Heck, some were just kids...
Some had served for an age...
And half of them were already dead or dying.

Rhendon tossed away the hair, "Hey, I'm going to scout ahead. I'll report back to you when I am done." Without waiting for a reply, Rhendon made his way forwards, hiding behind assortments of boxes and other scrap. He ran forwards ducking behind some piles of trash as a squad of robots passed. He loaded his Blitz in case he was caught off guard. He continued forward, picking his way through the piles of junk. He thought to himself, Man they need to clean this place up. He ducked behind another pile, and decided to take back his previous statement. After a quick survey of the area, he started back towards the others. As he went, he noticed a squad of constructs three small ones with swords and a big one that looked half wood. From the look of it they were making their way to his teammates. Rhendon looked around and picked up a piece of scrap metal. He found a piece of crumpled up metal. Picking it up, he found a target. Hurling the scrap metal, he ran forward as he heard it clang against a pile. The robots turned, scanning for what made the noise, but Rhendon was already past them. He looked back at them, grinned, and ran back to the others. Rhendon waved at Solomon, "Hey we got a robot squad heading our way. Get ready!"

Solomon saw the group of Robots approach him and his group at a slowed pace. Behind them, was a Lumbering behemoth of a beast. With no knowledge of what they were, Solomon improvised and came up with names to help direct his squad to the best effectiveness. The little robots bore swords like the Knights of the order. So maybe Robot Knights? Mechanical...Mecha...Mecha Knights. That'd do. And the big thing, it was slow and lumbering so...Lumber? No that was stupid, it was more like a tree thing. Tree Man was a good name.

With enough thoughts behind naming, the Vanguard called over to Rhendon.

"Rhendon, can you open some Blitz rounds into them from behind, we need the Mecha Knight's attention to be drawn away from Tree Man over here".

Tree man didn't sound right as he called it out. Maybe naming it by its slow lumbering movement was a good idea? He decided that the name of "Lumber" was fitting enough, and relayed his orders onto Leeroy, as he spied a familiar sight by the Recon's belt.

"Leeroy, arm one of those Irontechs, and get in close under your recon cloak. If Rhendon keeps them distracted, that blast should take them down a notch. Then all we have to worry about is the Lumber".

Lumber sounded right. Flowed off the tongue much better than Tree man. He turned his attention toward Dejah.

"Im sure that you are capable of handling yourself, but please just stay back for now and defend yourself if neccesary".

His last remark was aimed at Sherry, who probably didnt like him very much.

"Oh and girl...it'd probably be bad if you died, so don't". The Vanguard unsheathed his Leviathan blade, and waited for the right time to strike at the...
Tree Man?
Lumber?
...The Big one.

Leeroy activated his Recon Pack, And started rummaging through his pack. But it appeared that all his Bombs were replaced with flat bellied Turtle Plushies. "What the hell....?" But then he noticed the two buttons on either side. "Who put Turtle Plushies on my bombs? Oh well." Leeroy said, Begining the charge, And slid the bomb underneath the knights. The Mecha Knights had no time to react, Because Leeroy had "Cooked" the bomb like a grenade.

"Mecha Knights are down!"

Rhendon raised a hand to signal that he understood. He made his way up the path, towards the sprawled figure. As he got closer, he began to make out the suit of armor that the knight bore. It looked very heavy. Rhendon wondered to himself, How does he carry that? He walked over to the knight. Seeing that he was alive he spoke, "Hello there Guardian, what seems to be the problem?"

Solomon walks up behind Rhendon, then past him, standing by the side of Affraiel. The Vanguard promptly takes a knee to get closer to the level of the mysterious Guardian. Taking out a Tank, containing what seemed to be a misty vapour which made soft crackling sounds, he injected it into a port in the odd suit. He then cleared his throat, and proceeded to answer the questions proposed by the Downed Tank of a Soldier, who he hoped had regained enough temporary energy to hear him, or have something that was able to listen or record for him.

"This is Rhendon, a commendable Recon Knight. I am Solomon Trent. An Officer who was present on board the Skylark, and am on my way to Haven, along with my squad" Solomon pauses briefly, before continuing.

"I overheard your yelling from a ways off. From what you were saying, your suit is out of energy and is constricting your movement. As much as I wish I could carry you on my back, I feel that Id be flattened in mere seconds. Seeing as though you can't resist, and that this seems relatively thick, I have an idea that may work. Just take it easy & relax, trooper".

Solomon Trent whistles, and calls over to Leeroy.

"Leeroy. Prime up another Turtle and stick it to this guy's armour! If we can't remove it, the overbearing usage of energy in the suit's power system may kill him!" He added onto his sentence quite quickly "Also get back after. The armour may send off shards of metal upon detonation. It'd be quite bad if one hit you...!"

The Vanguard lowered his head in thought, and raised it a moment later, getting up and heading over to the Almirian woman. Maybe he could ask for marks out of 10 by the time he got over there. That and hopefully be out of range from any shrapnel the suit may give off.

The Knight would die either die slowly with the suit on, Die quickly to the explosion of a bomb, or live from the release of the suit, so Solomon himself could administer health supplies to the best of his abilities until he could get him to Haven safely. While all these thoughts passed through his head, he had arrived by Dejah.

"So...Marks out of 10 for that performance, M'lady?"

Solomon: "I overheard your yelling from a ways off. From what you were saying, your suit is out of energy and is constricting your movement. As much as I wish I could carry you on my back, I feel that I’d be flattened in mere seconds. Seeing as though you can't resist, and that this seems relatively thick, I have an idea that may work. Just take it easy & relax, trooper".

Affraiel: “hmm, finally, wait what?”

Solomon: "Leeroy. Prime up another Turtle and stick it to this guy's armour! If we can't remove it, the overbearing usage of energy in the suit's power system may kill him!"

Affraiel: “Hey! I said drag me back to haven, not blow me back to Haven!”

Solomon: "Also get back after. The armour may send off shards of metal upon detonation. It'd be quite bad if it one hit you...!"

[Affraiel didn’t know what he was in for, but suddenly he sees leeroy planting down a bomb on his chest. He realizes that the knights are trying to free him from the suit. But this is not how he wanted it to turn out. As the turtle bomb ticks away on the timer. Affraiel throws a last ditch effort to save himself from oblivion, he rotates his body around and let the bomb detonate below him. Hoping that the ground of the chasm can absorb some of the shockwave. His plan worked, the suit suffered minor damage and he quickly recovers from the minor concussion, but before he could scold Solomon bitterly for his recklessness. The ground below him crumbled under his suit’s crushing weight.]

Affraiel: *tries to stand up and run* “No No No No No No No No!!!” *falls into the clockwork* “DAMN YOU SOLOMoooooooooooooooon!!!!” *his belly hits the copper beam of a mechanism* “OoF!” *face plant into a massive cog* “ARGH!” *right arm scraps along an iron pipe* “Do’h!” *slams into an abandoned work shop* “URGH!!!”

[Affraiel, with his nerves of steel, still managed to stay alive after the fall. He sees the fruity man he encountered earlier sitting on the top of his chest, looking ominously at him.]

Affraiel: “That moron! How can he just blow me up like that?” *glares at the fruity man* “And who the hell are you?!”

Fruity man: *chuckles* “Have a guess!”

Nezula: “Affraiel, are you okay? And who are you talking to?”

Affraiel: “Can’t you see that there is a fruity man dressed in black setting on my chest?”

Nezula: “No, there are not a single heat signature anywhere near your proximity…”

Affraiel: “Then, that means…” *sends a shiver down his spine*

Fruity man: *winks* “That is a BINGO! You guessed it! I am a ghost!”

Affraiel: “Argh! What is a ghost doing on the top of my chest?!?!”

Nezula: “Affraiel, what is wrong with you? Are you haunted?”

Affraiel: “Yeah, there is a fruity man sitting my chest!!!”

Nezula: *sighs* “Your really are a fascinating man, Mister Affraiel…”

Fruity man: *puts his finger on his mouth* “SHHHhhhh----”

Affraiel: “…”

Fruity man: “Sorry, let me introduce myself! My name is Eugene! The spirit medium soldier of the Spiral Order!”

Affraiel: “You are a living ghost?!”

Fruity man->Eugene: *nods his head while grins* “Yeah, I have took quite the liking in you! Say, how about we make a deal?”

Affraiel: *sees that there is no way to escape this madness or hallucination* “I am listening…”

Eugene: “I will use your vessel once you died, in exchange, I will assist you in combat, until you die of course!”

Affraiel: “Fine, where do I sign this stupid deal?”

Eugene: *narrows his eyes and widens his grin* “You already did!”
[After the weird conversation, Affraiel finds himself near a campfire, as his vision is cleared. He sees a warden, who looks battle tested. Looking stilly at him.]

[It is about an hour passed since the dawn break. The light shoots through the chasm’s hole made by the turtle bomb and reflected onto Affraiel’s armour. With the sunlight’s energy, the suit is quickly recharged to full power. After a few minutes, Affraiel finally managed to get up. The silent warden, seeing that Affraiel is all better now, breaks the silence.]

Grantz: "You awake yet?" *rumbles* "You held up well after such a long fall."

Affraiel: *stays near the sunlight* “Yeah, would you mind if I sleep here for a while? I fought for the whole night and it would be nice to have some sleep.” *lies back down and stretches* “Hah… so” *looks at Grantz* “What is your story? Got separated from your team?”

The Vanguard smirked at the comments remarked by Dejah. Maybe this diplomatic approach was going better than he had hoped. Solomon was still conversing with the Almirian VIP, as the Turtle Bomb detonated, sending the unfortunate heavy spiralling down the chasm. The Vanguard heard his name echo out from the trench, as he turned to investigate the aftermath.

A helm peeked over the edge of the hole, peering down into the chasm below. Solomon whistled, impressed at the destructive capabilities of the Recon's explosives. He propped himself up, leaning on the bridge's sparse railings, and addressed the squad & Rhendon.

"Well, if he was alive enough to blame me for trying to help, then I'm sure he'll be fine". He turned his attention to Leeroy, and gave him a thumbs up.

"Nice work on those Bombs by the way. They're sure to get us out of a few sticky situations, I'm sure". Solomon back-tracked to the VIP, and accompanied her further across the bridge, signalling the others to side step the new hole, and carry on toward the Elevator leading up to Haven.

Walking to the elevator, Leeroy muttered "But I didn't even... Turtlebombs... why, who- why?..."
"Hey there, Sir Befuddled." Sherry said, "Want to know Why everyone has turtle bombs?"
"Please!"
"It's meant to confuse the enemy, And to make them think it's a Decoy."
"Wait, wha- .... oh."

[While Grantz is carrying Affraiel to the elevator like some kind of stolen princess. Affraiel starting to feel a sense of awkwardness in the air. Grantz moves quickly and steadily, bumping around his should can almost be regarded as, ‘comfortable’.]

Affraiel: *while lying on Grantz’s shoulder* “Eh, so, Grantz eh? You from the alpha team right? The heck are you doing here?”

Grantz: “I'm under orders to escort you to Haven as soon as possible, sir.”

Affraiel: “… Sir” *flusters* “Hey, I am not that old! I am only 40…”

Affraiel: *walks along side with Grantz* "Whose order? Who told you to escort me?"

[Affraiel, while waiting to for a response from Grantz, looks into a pile of stones laying idly in the grass. He suddenly hears the booming sound of a jet engine in the distance, followed by the sounds of rocks crumbling, it must be Elzilia the purple talon. Affraiel frowns when he realizes that he has just acquired his first arch-rival on cradle.]

Affraiel: *chuckles at Grantz* “Heard that jet noise in the back ground? The Elzilia purple talon is around… she is some kind of Morai elite, so fast and so deadly… just the kind of woman I like.”

Grantz: "Ahem. If I may be so bold, I have a question sir: who is Lord Serris?"

Affraiel: “Lord Serris…” *mumbles* “Why… You are a big fan of him?”

[Seeing that Grantz is eager to know, Affraiel empties his lung and begins the story.]

Affraiel: *clears his throat* “Listen up kid! Lord Serris was a bad, bad man, a rich and spoiled son born into a rich vanguard family.” *sighs* “You have no idea that there was a time when your rank meant your social status, right?” *chuckles* “Here comes your history lessons, back then on Isora, the vanguard rank guarantees you a good life, you get to live in the best housing, enjoy the best food, a utopic system set up by the spiral order, you go explore the other planets, serve the Spiral Order, you get the good life.”

[Affraiel re-moisturizes his tongue, the very thought of Serris makes him sick. But still, he has a story to finish, Affraiel never feared death, but what he is afraid of, is that he can’t make a difference in this world before he meet his end.]

Affraiel: “But there is nothing there for the weak and poor, those who can’t afford weapons or fight well are sent to the slums, living the hardship. My parents are so poor that they have to abandon me when I was born, I don’t blame them, I was nothing more than a deadweight to them. You might still be wondering who brought me up, It was an old man by the name of Qiu, he is a weird fellow, an expert marshal artist who got exiled out of the order after his skill was ‘no longer required’, we lived in an age of ranged warfare, weapons like your own fist and swords are nothing more than a thing of the past.”

[Affraiel knows that he has gone off topic, so he refocuses.]

Affraiel: “So Qiu and I became like father and son, he trained my body and my mind while I was growing up. He died due to aging when I reached 16, from that point on, it was all up to me, Qiu was like a father I never had… He told me before he died that I must use my life to its fullest, protect the weak and achieve justice. So I honoured his last wish by starting a revolution for equality, along with a few other exiled vanguards, we waged an all-out war against the upper 1% of the spiral order. Lord Serris was one of the order’s loyalists, he used the factories he inherited from his parents to build up a strong loyalist army. We fought our final battle at the city of Nowensgrad, our revolution army was crushed and I was sent to a forced labour camp, owned and operated by none other than lord Serris. He is still running an arm manufacture company till today, your armour, guns and blades are all made by that man, Serris is looking forward for this expedition to cradle, the war between the Morai and the Spiral Order will certainly fatten his wallet. I am locked up in this armour to demonstrate this suit’s survivability. After my mission his complete, Serris will certainly start selling this to the rest of the Spiral Order. More and more people will be locked up in this mobile prison…”

Serris: *cuts into Affraiel’s frequency* “Please, Warden Grantz, disregard these slanders and inaccurate historical facts. I am only doing this for the greater good, the prisoners are doing Spiral Order a favour by wearing these suits into battle, just look at the rescue camp that Affraiel saved. And besides, he will have his freedom as soon as his tour of duty with the Delta squad is complete.”

Affraiel: *shakes his head at Grantz* “… It is always black and white with you isn’t it kid? We all ain’t got any control over our birth. He is lucky that he is born in a rich family and got a better start, but what about those who lived in the slum, my brothers and sisters? Do they all deserve to starve and die?”

Serris: “That is irrelevant, Grantz, hear me out, we can’t make every men a king in this world. It is just too much! We need rules and boarders to keep the harmony of this world-”

Affraiel: *shouts furiously* “- And let the weak die?!”

Serris: “… but you survived Affraiel, you clearly demonstrated that you aren’t as weak as your friends. 20 years in that forced labour camp I saw the resolve in your eyes, I know you are special… that is why I gave you this suit, think of it as an apology to all I have done. We can’t let everyone live Affraiel, the weak must be put aside to give way to the strong.”

Affraiel: *with a resolved tone* “We will let history decide who the real weakling is…” *tabs Grantz’s shoulder while entering the elevator* “I know you are not into politic, but hear this, next time, if you are tired of fighting for spiral order, fight for yourself instead sometimes.”

[Affraiel enters the elevator and the ascends to the surface. He sees that Grantz is still scretching his head. He sighs at the fact that Grantz is too young to understand what he had been put through, the world is really never black and white, more like a grey penumbra. Where the line between good and bad can be so blur. Soon, the Elevator reached the surface, Affraiel arrived at the front gate of Haven, amassed with sun-tanned marble wall buildings with sandstone road paving through the way. This town is clearly the imagination of a ten years old boy.]

Affraiel: *sneers* “So this is Haven, hun?”

Grantz: "And... sir? May I...uh, be your friend, sir?"

Affraiel: “You need my permission for that?”

Nezula: *cuts into the frequency* “You can accept and sent a friend request from fellow knights, through accepting the request, you can view their locations and statuses. Pretty handy system wouldn’t you say? Developed all by Lord Serris and his team engineers.”

Serris: *clears this throat* “It is called a ‘super soldier’ network, you can make friends and track their status at any time! And also, sending private message is also available.”

Affraiel: “…What about privacy?”

Serris: “You can ignore stalkers and trolls if you so desire.”

Affraiel: “Hmm… I will take a look at that…” *looks at Grantz* “Say, sent me a friend request and I will accept it. That is, if you want me to private message you anymore lectures.”

Leeroy chuckled to himself lightly, After seeing a Knight rest on a Snipe, Or that's what they were called, According to the passing Strangers.
Sighing a little, He pulled out the small chain from under his armor, To look at the Ring on it that Kora gave him during the selection of Squads.
"Reminiscing about your girlfriend again?" Sherry said, Laughing at the reaction that Leeroy gave her.
Flustered, Leeroy stuttered "She's n-not my Girlfriend! But... It would be nice though." Leeroy said, Sighing once more.

Reaching up and touching his chin, the man sitting in his old chair studied the information before him as he looked on the screen's. His mind was perplexed trying to understand the creature's he saw from the camera's Kora was watching. He had to give the woman credit she was quite skilled in her ability to understand the information streaming at her at once. Still what perplexed him was not the skill at which his men and women fought at, it was the creature's. So strange and alien to the Morai and yet they all fought with the same level of Furosity.

"Kora, who all has arrived at the meeting hall?" The old Captian said as he reached up and adjusted his hat slightly. Taking a deep breath the purple eyed man relaxed as he was some what releaved to see the leader of Delta squad had made it to Haven. Yet his eyes drifted over the feed from a different group who had ventured on a forward's scouting mission, everything was too hazy to make out but he was able to make out quite a bit. It seemed they where in some kinda palace covered in goo. The Alpha Squad was strong but he knew the one weakness of any man, woman, or child, their fear.

Looking over at the other screen he saw a blank. It seemed Sirrus was still away doing something to be involved in this meeting, per perhaps he was on his way to the meeting hall himself. Either way Ozlo could not leave his command room, his order's came from here and it was the best way to over see the Skylark's repairs as they where being done.

"Kora, are you listening?"

Listening to the voice chat while looking over the final damage report on the Skylark Captian Ozlo opened the linked call with Feron on the Meeting hall. Looking up for a moment the Captain nodded to Feron with a unseen smerk.

"Feron could you send me a list of the current squad make ups? I have a feeling we should balance some of it out for Alpha Squad. I can't tell whats going on in the special forces, but reshuffling them will be good for right now. Also, Barrus is in the Hall on the far east getting everything set up in the old court house building. It seems they have already gotten everything set up for the Knights to start changing armor. That reminds me, what is this about these creature's called Gremlins...Belay that we have more importen problems on our hands. First and foremost is why we are here."

With that said Ozlo sat up and started typing on the key's in the arms of the chair he was sitting in. Reports came up all around as he started to read threw most of the current battle plans as well as defenses of the town they where staying in. It seemed the group called the Stranger's where taking well to the Military guest's yet he kept an eye on them. Over all he was caught by the Intel collected on the Morai Legion.

"Kora get me the latest information the movement of any or all known Morai camps or encampments. I have a bad feeling they brought more then just a landing party with them. Also, get Vaelyn here on the double, I want that woman here even if she is in the middle of using the washroom."

His tone maybe a little too bitter but Ozlo had a lot on his mind, his troops where scattered and as far as he could tell they had a VIP that was coming in as well. A small grumble seemed to escape the elder leader as he tried to peace most of the puzzle together.

"Lieutenant Feron whats the current plan for taking care of the advanced troops that were spotted on the other side of the chasm?"

Ozlo looked over the documents as he started to peace together everything in his mind. They were currently trying to get their troops orginized back under one banner as they where still scattered but a collection of soldier's found their way to Haven, no doubt Kora's work. As for the Warden's, they where in short supply and even risking one was too many. They where too costly to train and feed to be thrown about at the drop of a hat. Typing something on a unseen screen the Captain reached up and touched his chin. It was going to cost them something either way and they had yet to even figure out where the main body of the Morai are. It was best for him to assume they already knew where the Order was being held up so that made it easier for him to make a judgment call then attacking.

"Best we can spare is One Warden. Outside of that the Troops are still falling into Haven at this point, I can trust you will get your team together from the more experienced lot who walk in. I will say this take the Delta Squad once they get the transfer in, once they are done here give them time to rest but make the best of their time."

The Captain turned as he looked at Vaelyn, she seemed to be daydreaming. No wanting to be angry but his gruf voice making it hard Ozlo snapped at her. "Wake up Vaelyn! Your the officer in charge of the Special forces not some squire on a brake. Now wake up and get your self ready the Delta Squad and Serris will be here any moment." With his words spoken Ozlo turned to face Feron once more, his temper still a little rushed.

"Kora if you would not mind, get me a status report on all the titled squads. This list is fine but I would like some up to date locations. Also Feron, when you get a moment we need to get the Quartermaster attention. We are going to need supplies to repair the Skylark. The Hull just needs some minor repair's nothing too obscene, and the fact we lost half the ship, but after a closer look by the Tech's and Engineer's they have seen the source of the problem. The Tearium Core exploded for an unknown reason. Currently we are taking Alpha Squad's landing ship in for slavage. but outside of that their is nothing we can really do until we get a new energy source."

His words falling with enough force to brake led the older man sighed as he sat back and looked over the monditer's before him. He was more atune to looking out at the stair's not being stuck in a control room looking over thousands of monitor's at once, that was Kora's job. Still he had an army to lead and he was not about to take a moment to look weak in front of them.

(OOC)
Leeroy soon had Sherry relaxed and sleeping in the nearby Soldier's Room, Which was not too far away from Solomon and the others, But he couldn't help overhear Kora ask Solomon over the comlink "Who's the VIP?"
Leeroy quickly typed up the (Mail) message
"The VIP is a Female, She goes by the name of Dejah, And calls herself "Almarian", I'm assuming for now that means She is neither Morai, Nor of the Spiral Order. If I were Solomon, I'd watch out..."
Finishing the message with that last thought, He sent the Mail to Kora. Thinking to himself, he realized She probably wouldn't see it for a while...

Solomon saluted back, not showing any emotional change toward Zebulon's remarks. He answered back based on what Kora had just said.

"Seems like Kora and the others wish to meet the VIP here, so she'll be accompanying me to the South of the Garrison. Leeroy, as the Recon of my squad, shall also be accompanying me there in due course, however...". Solomon looked to where the Recon had just arrived from, and noticed the lack of his companion.

"You may want to keep an eye out for the Recon's lady friend. She seems like more trouble than I could handle at this time. Apart from that, seems like I'll be taking the others with me. Seems like a wasted journey after all...".

Solomon gestured for the others to follow him, as he hastily made his way to the South Garrison. As he set off, he waved a hand behind him, almost mockingly wishing Zebulon a 'Good Luck & Goodbye', as if to respond to the Punk remark in his own way. On route to the Garrison, he turned to Dejah mid-jog, and replied eventually.

"I realise I have yet to answer you, but I feel like my Superior, Lieutenant Feron, will be able to handle your questions with a great deal more clarity and grandure than I ever could. Just have to wait for a little longer". Solomon faced forward again, as he came upon the entrace of the Southern garrison, seeing Kora & the other officials gathered inside.

"Whatever you say."

Dejah was not pleased. Of course she understood the logic behind the reasoning, but honestly, they were allocating their resources to protect her? Sure their headquarters could not see her, but Solomon should clearly have at least respected that the fact that she wasn't some pathetic damsel.

Sighing briefly, she maintained her composure, pouting only on the inside.

"Nice to meet you, Evaria. I hope that we can get along." Leeroy said, While bowing to Evaria. Turning around, He saw the Suprised and sad face of Solomon.

Solomon stared downward to the ground, taken back by the news that two of his trusted brethren, Knights who had served with him in the early days of the Morai Wars in Delta, were simply snuffed out, regardless of their experience or training. Had he overlooked how fortunate he had been? It could have been him that was deceased, as a part of a twisted version of Isorian Roulette. The words outside of his head were a blabbering of muffled noise, until he snapped back into reality, until Feron spoke of their newest addition.

"Evaria Grantz, meet your new squad."

Solomon gazed up from wet, red eyes, to gaze upon their newest striker. The feelings of remorse & travesty were slowly fading, being replaced by a sensation of fear. This was the same Knight who he had tried to resurrect in the pod beside him. He had seen her die, no vitals, and even a Spark of Life had failed. How was it that she was standing in front of him now, as alive as ever. He stood up from his seat shakily, everything transpiring around him making a mockery of any rational judgement he may have had up until that point.

The Vanguard tried to speak, but no sound vacated his mouth, just expressions of suprise. Glancing to his side, he saw Ozlo reading off words from a printed sheet of paper, probably listing off all the details he would have to undertake and the oaths he would would have to follow. All Solomon heard however was the muffled ramblings from earlier. His mind was in shock from everything happening too quickly, and he needed air. Before giving an answer to Ozlo, Solomon turned and dashed toward the exit, reaching outdoors a little while later, gasping for air, and rattling his mind to understand the situation. Leaning his body against a wall around the corner, he breathed deeply, hoping to gain some moments to try and think to himself before addressing it all again.