###**Finnegan's Trade House**

"Boss, this is starting to get ridiculous. So a second bunch showed up, then something pissed off the first bunch who started shooting again, but then they also ran off and now it feels like an entire fleet is overhead!" There was a the slightest twinge of panic coming from Iggi on the Com net as it relayed what it and the other Grund could pick up with their senses. 

Not that Dai'Kronna couldn't resonate with his panic, it didn't matter that he had so many combat implants and Gene-mods that strictly speaking he didn't qualify as a Cephalid, it had been a harrowing experience trying to duck past the Draconian units that had been sweeping the place. Their numbers had begun to dwindle recently and he had had far fewer close calls than in the last few minutes, new arrivals would certainly explain that though. 

"Alright Iggi, contact the ship and tell them to suit up the Ulaks for a full combat mission, if there are tanks out there firing then I want to be able to call in armor of our own. But seriously, I cannot stress this enough, do not be an idiot and open fire unless somebody threatens the civvies," Dai'Kronna's sigh was also subvocalized and thrown out onto the Com Net, "I will never understand how something as idiotic as a 'warrior race' ever survives to leave their own homeworld. My occupation may hinge on the application of violence, but at least we weren't as stupid as to start shooting up a place that posed no threat to us. Anyway, looks like the bossman ain't around and given recent developments I don't think he'd be able to explain things here anyway. I link back up with you back at our quarters and we'll plan our next move from there." With that surface-admiral Dai'Kronna turned and began to head back to the Bath House sections.