Ulna Shardes Surface
*The black ship lands. Rwos, Nereli, Gilian, and several other Blades disembark. Each one of them appeared to be encased in glittering bubbles, some with a sheen of one color or another. Rwos' bubble was light red, Gilian's was a darker red. Nereli's was clear*
Rwos: What are we looking for?
Nereli: We are above a facility where we believe Vanguards were manufactured. *to another Blade, a gargoyle wearing black* Morde, have we an entrance?
Morde: *in a deep voice* Yes, Nereli. *He consults a device in his hand and points northwest* Near the top of that small ridge. Buried. Won't be a problem.
Forum A-Wing pilot of mysterious and indistinct gender. Aresener now and forever.