Drakador_Chaos
/TransmissionStart/
The Crimson Moon commander speaks.
"What are you even talking about.. My ships haven't even reported sight of you yet.."
He growls, thinking of the line "bad kitties"
/ConnectionLost/
The ship hovering in front of the fleet creates a massive mechanical growl as the Transmission is cut off.
The ship moves slowly, then jumps forward, one of its two spikes nearly hitting a Tribal escort, Stopping only a meter away.