[i]A visible shiver went through his body at the mention of Necrons.[/i] W-wait... Necrons aboard this sh-ship? Okay... lets go... [i]His fists clenched, and he looked past Bracheous to the camp, and around them too. Alon checked over the area once before moving on with Bracheous cautiously. Alon whispers quietly, barely audible.[/i] Necrons... war... arm... [i]Those were the only words Bracheous could make out but it seemed that Alon more or less abhored the Necrons, but more on the scale of fearful memories compared to ones full of hate. He trudged on steadily with the marine towards the camp.[/i]