New Alas The Ultra watched the orbs "You are right, Archmage. You do not appear a swordsman, I would have to be careful not to fry you entirely." He laughed. In Lorca culture, nominating another to fight in your place was acceptable, though often looked down on in dueling circles. Belonging to one such circle, the Ultra found those who did such somewhat arrogant and, to tell the truth, distrustful. The Ultra turned his head towards the sentinel and lowered himself to her level "And you are? Name and title, warrior" He inquired, tilting his head slightly and examining her "Do you not wish to don your helmet? And that sword, do you not think it comparitively short?" A Major inquired as the other Lorca returned to the sidelines. The Ultra tossed the major the hilt and slowly backed away from the Entinel, taking up position ten of his pace, approximately 18 of her own, away. The Major stood between them, speaking in the same tongue Major Voroei had used at the table on the STC Syren. The Ultra activated his energy blade. The air around it shimmered as the two blades formed the energy curving near the hilt to link the blades. It was at least 5 foot in length though the Ultra held it in one hand due to his height. STC Syren Major Voroei nodded swiftly to Commander Vellais. He 'smiled', he top mandibles pulling backwards and his eyes widening, but he raised his voice and spoke "I make no oaths, for I am not the council. I am the blade, and it is the mind. But I believe with conviction that they will see this as I do." The Major turned his head towards the commander "I shall not be the one talking with your high command." He said, as he lifted his helmet from the table. His neck guard extended out swiftly and curved, encasing his throat and hiding his scar, though nothing can hide the shame of it from judgement. He places his helmet over his head and the guards extended, clasping to his mandibles again. The eye pieces came down and dulled his eyes again, and once more he could see the glyphs and data flowing before him. "We have a File down upon the planet awaiting the Terrans and the Valk Nation." He switched over to a comm chanel "Lance Minor, return to the Ardent Inquisitor immediately. Apologise to the contacts, something important has arisen!" Major Voroei looked back to Commander Vellais as the Minors rose from the table and took position behind him. The shields of all three Lorca shimmered as they came to life. "You shall lead us along the path, Commander. The Ardent Inquisitor shall follow with impunity." The Major turned to lead his men back to the Inquisitor... Ardent Inquisitor The dropship fron the planet returned to the hanger, and the three Lorca disembarked. One approached the Major, walking with him to the bridge "Major, why have we been recalled? We have not even had time to make contact." The minor inquired, not meeting the Majors eyes "We have a new destination, brother. The contacts will have to wait." "It is rude to leave them like this, major. We had just told them to meet with us and now we run like prey." "Then may they forgive us and the ancestors judge us. I am in control of this Lance, brother. I shall shoulder the dishonour for this, not you." The two reached the bridge, and the Major approached the command station "Key the hologram in to the council signal. Prepare to disengage from and follow the Syren from the system." The minors hit away at their holographic keys as they set to work. The Major watched the data flow through the network and frowned slightly Message to the Terrans and Valk Nation "Deepest apologies. We must withdraw. Regret plagues this action, may our peoples meet at a less taxing time!"