[center][h2]Jerus Je'and[/h2][/center]

"We'll leave Trayus to the others. This Station has to fall. Everyone, bring it down!" Punching my thrusters, the [i]Shadow Stalker[/i] soars forwards and unleashes a barrage of concussion missiles on the station, aiming for anything that looked like an amplification dish.

[center][h2]Zar'kun Je'and[/h2][/center]

"No retort for that, Trayus? Or should I call you the ghost of Jorg Sucal? Even the ghosts bound to you weren't done by your own will, they were stolen from another and bound to you through Kreia." Trayus and I begin circling each other. "None of that power is truly yours, but you're too blinded by how it feels to see that. What would the patriot you used to be say to what you've become? Or your parents?"