[b][u]Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus[/u][/b] [spoiler]Attack MY Dojo, will you? Suffer the consequences, you shall.[/spoiler] *A cloud of darkness settles as the dust spreads. Power, immense power, begins to thrum in the air. A crew member ind the midst of the crowd falls like a puppet with its strings cut, their neck snapped. A low chuckle comes from all directions as red eyes appear in darkness, watching the crew.* "Welcome to the tea party....." [u]High Above, High Orbit[/u] *The crew of the GRN [i]Eclipse[/i] leaps to battle stations as the alarms ring out. On the bridge the Captain waits, frustrated.* "Our orders stand, no interference until they try to reach orbit." *The Exec frowns, nodding* "Should we send down the Battalion?" "No, they would get in the way." *With sensors trained on the attack below, the [i]Eclipse[/i] waits.*