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Everything happened instinctual, every Fighter in this conflict came together to unleash their opera of death and it seems he was the main course today, yet he anticipated similiar, there was a reason why he slowed his approach by a significant margin, those that were having him in his sights...

"Understood, I am lowering my approach by 10, if something happens ill clink myself behind the main vessel." His right hand came up to adjust his thrusters by a tad slowing down by a mild fraction causing his Formation to tighten up, the assaulting group would notice that he and his entourage...

With negotiations coming to a very evident close, Tyr'din put his body to motion, what had previously been mostly motionless now slowly moved their limbs, giving a brief sigh, there was a evident shift in his posture, he felt in still hostile environment, as much as everything said mostly...

"Right." He played the words back in his head, this felt fishy, no not only did it feel fishy it felt off, there were many open holes that didn't close quite correctly, his scrutinizing gaze rested on the Chief first then rotated to his entourage or rather what he proclaimed to be a Advisor...

"Hotshot? New ones every day." He would comment with a snort, it wasn't often that Grace gave him a nickname but he didn't mind it, crossing his Arms he looked after Xol giving a solemn nod to himself before turning his gaze towards Grace, he played it through in his head for a moment, the...

"Friend, I would, but I cannot accept this." Tyr'din placed a hand on the Rifle before slowly pressing it back into Xol's arms, it was not out of disrespect, unwillingness to take it or because he thought that it was subpar to his tastes. No. This weapon meant something, it was the memory of...

"Talk about kicking the Hornets Nest..." He muttered to himself as he broke out into a brief sprint down to the Hangar after he received the same news that Grace was just privy to, this was bad, they had to get into the Air and now, his Scyk wouldnt be of much use during this time so he elected...

"Hell of a picnic... Grace. Next time you take me out ask me first yes?" He jested as they walked until they arrived in the Abode of the Chief in question, giving a quiet whistle behind his helmet as he took in the... rather advanced living comforts, this does not often occur but Tyr'din was...

"I hear Gammoreans are loyal People, where I come from they are treasured as dutiful Warriors." He descended after he retracted his arm back coming to a touch down right next to Grace, he patted himself off just a little bit as he threw up a little dust as he came down, his gaze immedietly came...

"I have my moments..." He retorted to her breathless, it was safe to say that this assault pushed him a bit to his limits but he denied himself the rest, especially since Grace was in such a shape, he gave Xol a idle wave of his hand as if to dismiss the notion, he would make sure to get Grace...

"Listen, Lady over a drink perhaps, but you've got fierce competition, so I hope you know what high stakes is." He nudged his head towards Grace snickering solemnly, before he swiveled back to his Targeting Computer, adjusting points of aim by six mils to the right and 2 to the front he sent...

Behind that Visor teeth grinded against teeth, he was about this close to start something if the Tognath didn't contain himself but the fact that he fired away just like that without a plan without rime or reason made him think about who was the greenhorn here, if he had the time or effort he...

With the order to unleash fire Tyr'din gave the order another time through the Frequency 2-24, and before long space was filled with a cacophony of violent and endless naval bombardment, it was when Julius's hail came through that Tyr'din had to spring to action, their Targeting Computers were...

Did he really? He thought to himself as every sharp word the Tognath spoke came crashing in, a fine line was crossed already and now he strode further than before, who did this guy think he is? Regardless even if he desperately wanted to square it up right then and there he was here on business...

Tyr'din didn't like this one bit, they were in a sudo standoff and the more they stood here the more they were a target, there were too many angles to watch for a single person and even if he trusted the Vanguard that Grace brought with her, it was simply not enough even if he bolstered it...

Moving from target to target, this felt to him very much like target practice and he wasn't one to complain, calculating the trajectory of a moving target was the ultimate discipline of honing aim and right here right now? It felt like nothing would be better. Moving the controls as if it...

And things did indeed heat up, a bit too close for comfort too but at the same time he was asking for it, just when he leveled himself with the Tank again as he flew over it he heard the two Torpedos crashing into it and almost a millisecond later explosions ripped through the Tank sending its...

Tyr'din would lean down into earshot of Grace only, these people seemed nomadic and very inclusive, he expected a similiar welcome but at the same time Grace wouldn't get far by simply striking them an offer, to him it seemed like they wouldn't risk their necks if it was just monetary value on...

"I did get the briefing, if you so boldly remember I was woken up for it." His voice indeed... sounded like he had been woken up just for this, he had bits of the briefing still in his head that and the fact that well, Grace had a unorthodox way of not announcing herself aswell as not planning...

"Commander? Sounds like I got promoted, Grace." He retorted with a snort however shortly afterwards he was pulled back into action, rushing past Mae he was going for a small intercom not too far located along a wall near her console, rolling his eyes briefly behind his visor his hands came to...