[i]"No. Absolutely not. Caldon would just as quickly kill us as he would go on fighting them."[/i] [b]Damien shook his head hastily, moving to some more crates, peeling the lids back to expose a variety of rations and sealed foods. And a radio. With a flick of his hand, he extended the antenna while using his lower metal jaw to peel the top of aluminum can away from the pickled beats inside.[/b] [b]Overhead, something shot by, rocketing faster than the eye could keep up with, the sound of thunder following it. Rook gave a light chuckle and turned to Ian, the holo skull almost giving off a faint smile.[/b] [i]"Just found Sabre... He's in a jet."[/i]