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Rhall steped out from behind a storage crate, now little more than a twisted hunk of blackened metal, his arc shield poping back into existance with a dull hum. The air was thick with ether, and the corpses of dregs and vandals were draped about the room. Not five minuets after his session with the servitor had ended, they were headed back to the skiff only to be halted by a rampaging walker in the ketch's main cargo hold. The metal beast's rampage was cut short when Rhall, noticing its lack of agression towards his bodyguard, ordered it to interface with, and shut down the walker. Those surviving engineers were lucky that no harm had come to Elkris-6. A malfuncioning walker was nothing compared to Rhall's wrath. Somewhat annoyed at the loss of one of his skiff pilots to an errant plasma bolt, he made his way to the middle port hanger. His mood quickly turned from annoyed to furious as he stared at the empty docking port where his skiff had once rested.

"What incompetent would be so foolish as to dare take my skiff!" Rhall screamed at no one in particular as his remaing pilot scrambled to access a nearby terminal lest he become the next victim of the archon's rage. "My lord, behold:"  A hazy video appeared on the display screen dipicting three vandals boarding the skiff so as to run a scouting mission. Before Rhall could launch into a rant about the incomptence of Khansiss's crew, Elkris-6 let out a burst of binary. Rhall turned slowly, and stood beside the servitor. Yes, he could sense it, just barely...A single hate-filled word formed in his mouth, which he spat in disgust. "Light"