Varger stands up and looks around the angular interior which sported many a blue light, evidence of the Active Faelon that ha dbeen the template for the ship. "Bartrand. You'll meet him when we get to Italy." He says.
Beta lies on the ground and coughs. "Okay, you got me."
Epsilon looks at the crowd around Beta, and pulls out his SMG. "Fuck. You. All." he growls, and fires a burst, hitting Knife in the head, then Robert then he aims at Mia.
Knife respawns behind Epsilon, and simply stabs him through the chest. "Seriously, fuck you guys." He says, disarming the Delta and walking back to Beta.
Our patience grows thin mortal...
And thou will require our help far more then we require thee.
The group of mortals fighting thee march ever closer to thy doorstep. And one by one thy generals fall.
It shalt not be long before they reach thee, and when they do, there shalt be no room for the treaty table. They want thy head 'Cole MacGrath'
Now, think on it. Would it be benefitial to thee not, to hath immortal soldiers defending thy keep?
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