*Jillian sits in the kitchen, and cleans her magnums. Happy that Lecter handled the knight situation.*
*She keeps sitting silently.*

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*John slowly rises to his feet, and rolls his shoulders.*
*Lights his burnt out cigar, and smokes it silently.*
*His helm makes a slight ping, which catches his eye, and makes him frown.*
John: Shit.

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*Outside a purple flash happens at John's wrecked ship, and three humanoid figures with one large four armed 'thing' step out of the teleport flare.*
*They start walking towards the room.*