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"I'm working on that!" Scythe growled as he fiddled with his tacpad. "C'mon guys, any old time..."

"Locking onto thine signal, Guardian-Kell." Varis chittered over the comms. Suddenly, Orkrim was enveloped in a feild of blueish light, then he vanished into transmat. The other Guardians followed suit, with Scythe being the last to leave. A Knight's Cleaver slammed into the ground where he had been and it roared in rage.