STC Syren

Major Voroei watched the smoke curioysly, perhaps even somewhat mesmerised as she exhaling it, before nodding slowly. 

"Do not be so quick to dismiss rumours of magic, commander. Magic is just a word for that you cannot explain. To some, you and I are carrying magic tools and riding the heavens upon blessed chariots." Major Voroei said, frowning slightly and folding his arms "If you outmatch them on land, then I believe our warriors would be able to as well. We are raised from hatching to fight, I would like to see them match that." He said, bringing his fist up as if to demonstrate his next point "If your problem is space, then give us the numbers, Commander. I may be able to present a possible solution to your star ship problems. We have many experienced ship and fleet masters, who are constantly ready to lead an assualt. We have a sizeable supply of vessels to deploy against them, if we can safely reassign them. How many worlds do they own, Commander? How do the numbers work when compared?" The Major placed his hand upon the table as he spoke, tapping against the table in rythem