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(Abnormal Xeno Skull)
In the vast void of space. A sun shines bright. Like a sunrise over the edge of a blackened land.
That land would be the body of a ship. Adrift in space. Larger then any alike its kind. Faint lights flickering from its sides.
It's the Sven. (Seven-ah) A massive Cargo ship belonging to a Yautja clan. She sits still. Drifting in the gravitational pull of the sun named Ggelgamosh. It's only till all the glinting lights begin to go out.
A distress signal pings out from the ship. As it becomes nothing more then a block husk. Nothing more then a shadow amongst a sun.
-"RAAAAAAAAAEHR"!
The sound of wood being smashed follows. As WhiteClaw looks down on Dusk. The smaller Yautja laying on the remains of a once table. The hulking Grey Yautja's mandibles click rapidly with laughter.
"You call THAT ah GAME"! WhiteClaw's clicking heavy and full of heartful amusement. The hulking Yautja reaches over and grabs his cup of c'ntlip. Though, WhiteClaw raises a brow noticing not a drop left. "Eh-again"?
Dusk's own clicks low and airy. Sighing and brushing off table remains. Managing to sit up and kick the rest of the wood away. "What is with you? Can't you match Scar, he's better fitting for these games.
Besides, you don't throw him through tables every time he loses"!?
WhiteClaw sneers. Reaching down and grabbing the other by his arm. Hoisting the fellow Yautja to his feet. "Games you say, these are small tactics of war. How do you think you'll best a beast that does not have strength. But wit, huh, mind games my fellow Brother".
WhiteClaw taps his light grey claw to his own temple. "Mind Games". But Dusk shakes their head in response. Rolling their eyes to WhiteClaws antics.
With a hearty click. "Besides Dusk! You know Scar is unbeatable."
Dusk clicks with a hint of sarcasm. "Is that why you have to cheat then"? Giving the white hulk a questioning look.
"CHEAT! WHY, you NO GOOD-"! But WhitClaw's rage is cut short.
The door to the lounging chamber slides open. Releasing a hiss of air as it settles. And, Scar stands within its doorway. "The Matriarch ordered assistance to SVEN".
"That Giant Chunk of Metal"? WhiteClaw watches Scar turn and walk back down the hall. He follows, and Dusk joins him.
Dusk scoffs with a few irritated clicks. "I mean no disrespect to our Matriarch. But, why SVEN? We are Elites!
Our Titles do not go so low as to check on simple Cargo Ships"?
Scar keeping ahead of them. "SVEN is not ... a simple ... Cargo ship. But to keep it short. She's gone dark".
