Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-25975584-20160501164811/@comment-25606723-20160509222821

Eureka Enderborn wrote: They find thAt they cannot see out of the shuttle. THe journey takes about ten minutes, and when you come to a stop the doors open into a hangar of some kind. Lights direct you through the door and several hallways, until you come to a room wherein resides a Tarakians in a red battlesuit with many elaborate designs and what appear to be commendations.

"Greetings, Malum. Please, be seated." They sit, somewhat awkwardly. "Greetings, Tarakian. Long live you and your kin." The Arbiter says respectfully. "I am sorry if I am somewhat...hasty in asking you: What is the enemy that we face?"