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Bracus Kha'marn were bored. After Ma'carn had left, he had left Kha'marn in charge of Omegus. He was angry too. While Ma'carn and the other commanders were out and fighting, all he was allowed to do was to stare at a stupid monitor. But suddenly, something that perhaps could provide Kha'marn with a little action came in. It was a transmission that the Communications Array had picked up. "Bracus! We have a picked up a set of coordinates, and it appears a Guardian sent them.", a Psion shouted.

"What? Where does the coordinates lead to?", Kha'marn asked.

"We are unsure, but they read as follow: 32 South, 56 West."

"Then we go and investigate. I shall personally take the lead. Make ready a pair of Harvesters for my troops."

"But Bracus, don't you think we should notify the Primus?"

"No, he's busy as it is. We go to where the coordinates lead, and if we meet opposition, we crush it."