His servos tensed for but a brief moment, before he let out an artificial bout of laughter. Of course it had to be [i]them.[/i] Why wouldn't it, though? The chances of anything else entirely was infinitesimally small, a mere fraction of a percent. It was the Law among these chaotic strings of exotic matter that passed for Time here; just as he had once lied in wait for those who dared wander into unyielding Ignus Law, so too were men such as these deemed the Protecters of this unruly dimension. At this point, though, they were his only chance to strike back— an unlikely chance, but it was the one the Laws presented him. Inside the cockpit of the one-man, spherical craft, Cain connected with the hailing channels. [i][This is Unit Label "Cain" responding to Alliance Communications. I no longer possess Rank, Serialization, or Categorization of any sort other than my name. I wish to speak to whoever commands your vessel, and have no choice but to speak with who I am presented with.][/i]