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Voroei felt himself shaken around like a ragdoll. He was certainly not used to wheeled vehicles as opposed to the gravitational ones, the inferiority of the device drove him to insanity. Gravitational vehicles ran smoother due to their design. The speed however, was far from unknown to him even in these "civilian" environments. He merely grunted in response to Valag "Were war easy, the wordsmiths of old would turn in their tombs." There was a small chuckle from one of the minors, who cut in sharply
"'War bellows blazing in Scarlett Battalions' Would hardly be impactful, were war a simple thing"

The three trooped out after Velka, sharing whispers in their alien tongues among themselves. Past the guard box and to the elevator. As it descended slowly to the city floor, revealing an underground city scape. One of the minors moved closer to Voroei, whispering in the black tongue, the Aradite translator potentially picking it up
"Remind you of the mines, brother?"
"The descent reminds me of the tombs..." The Minor gave a solemn nod and withdrew himself slowly from the Major, who turned is head towards Velka "You have a beautiful city; Why hide it in the ground so none will see it and the rocks may one day reclaim it?"

The Lorca left the elevator, peering around the room and running their eyes over the relics that adorned the room, and then the relics of rank they saw before them. Voroei let out a soft grunt and approached, lowering his gaze to their faces as his minors took up position on either side of him