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(Alright, breaktime's over.)

Outside the relay station and a fair distance away, the captain bearing the title of pikemaster watched through the scope of a line rifle, as the front doors closed and a lone figure mounted a sparrow and sped off westwards. The station itself hummed with power, and a small turret of obvious design scanned the frontal approach. A quick glance at a compact handheld scanner showed four heat signatures within the structure.

The captain slowly slid down the back of the snow drift that concaled him, and deactivated his stealth field as he walked up to nine reaver vandals quietly chattering near their dismounted pikes. Siclencing his trackers with a glare, he walked over to his own pike, which sat next to two near-destroyed ones with a trail of the human's red ether leading away and over the rise. He pulled a small handheld attachment from the control panel of his pike and keyed in the proper code, waiting for the heavily encrypted comms link to be established.

While normally, this heavy of an encryption wasnt necessary, his lord had bid him take no chances, so none would he take. The device beeped twice indicating that the link was secured. The captain raised the peice to his mouth and spoke. "My lord, the prey cowers in it's hole at this mark." He keyed in the coordinats and continued. "They number five strong, though one makes for a spire west of here. They hold watch with a turret, but know not of my presence." He waited for a few seconds before Rhall's voice growled deeply back: "And at the hounds baying, the hunters shall come."