Channelknight Fadran

Finally.. some actual bloody hide to kick.

Ayia Stabalized and grasped her staff as soon as the balance had shifted, holding herself in place.

"Do you happen to have any space suits?" Ayia asked. "Or, like... mini breakoff starships?"

"Alright. Well, we'll need time to think this over. Keep in touch - here's my disclocator signature..." Paprika tapped her Wristbank a few times to print out a handful of round metal chips. "Pretty sure they'll work universally, but this Bank's a slightly older model... I'll keep you guys posted." Stardate 88701, Van'Haik Era - 1/14 (May 21, 2061) Paprika stood guard at the Old Capital, set atop an ancient cathedral as she watched the empty streets. Mostly empty, anyways - every once in awhile a patrol would march down, often followed even by a light assault vehicle or two. The next set of citizens were to be allowed their open hour in just a few minutes, which would mark about the halfway point of her shift. So far the leaders of the United Worlds had been quiet. Two whole days since the announcement, and not even the smallest hint of a decision had been made.

"The [redacted] was that?"

no this isn't a cry for help - what are you talking about?

"And, ah... one other thing." Ayia held up a finger.