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Scythe trotted over. Three-Eyes was there, hooking up IVs for the wounded Guardians. "If I may be so bold, Guardian-Kell," she began "thou dost look like hammered shit!"

"What can I say?" Scythe grunted. "It was a hell of a night. Get these men to the med bay immediately. They are priority, understood?"

"Understood, Guardian-Kell." The Captain turned toward the cockpit and shouted "What art thou waiting for? Punch it!"

The medevac Skiff closed it's doors and began to rise. In a few moments, it was a speck approaching the massive Blade Ketch. This Ketch looked different, however; far darker and smoother so as to avoid sensor returns and evade detection. Row after row of mine ports dotted the underside astern, a defense against enemy capital ships, while point-defense weapons were crowded along the spine and equator.

Another Blade Skiff boomed into the atmosphere, this time to pick up the reluctant Kell. Scythe turned to Karak and said simply "Need a ride?"