OOC: Calistian is hunting the loyalists and making sure they don't escape

OOC: aye, but didn't cain have his arm twisted and a knife at his neck? how'd he get out of that?

OOC: Ah I forgot about that XD

As the two walked, the obliterator suddenly stopped and said; 'Calistian has been rather quiet, hasn't he? Might want to check on his condition'

*has vanished back into the dark without so much as a whisper*

Tzys reaches up and brushes her hair out of her ears and more tattoos appear for just a second, "Calistian come in is everything ok?" 'yes I was just in a dead patch I still have the prey in my sight' Tzys looks up at the oblitirator "Do you want the codes to our vox network?"

'That would be usefull, thankyou' The obliterator input the codes 'testing- do you read me? This is Septimus, Calistan can you hear me? over'

Breaking up in the atmosphere, an ork krooza in pieces rains upon a desolate wasteland of blast fields and spares mountains. Craters punch into the surface, fires and explosions. For a moment it seems all is silent the ship laid to rest. But then, "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!"

"Da All youz got verse!?" Punching his way out of a once airlock Kaptin Zogbog of the Death Eyes Freebooters stands triumphant over gravity. Dismayed by the lose of his krooza, shortly followed by ideas for a vacation house, his spirits rise when he sees a few of his crew survived as well. "Oi youz runty gitz! Get ova ere n help me draw up som planz fer me vakation spot!"

OOC: Watz da rulz fer NPCs?